I don't have the mood to blog.
Seriously, parents should go for training even before they even consider having a child.
Training.
Went Bedok Town Park's Macdonald.
Did the usual stuffs with Bradley and Andrew.
I like August Burns Red.
Because they can block out whatever my family is saying.
I know where I am going now.
It's all downhill from here.
But, what can I do?
Kaopei lah.
Fancy you stereotyping your child a gangster.
Saying that he'll go ITE.
Saying that he'll go Changi Prison.
Eh, stupid fuck.
Even gangsters can study okay.
Bitch.
I wanted to regard you as my mother.
But you never gave me a chance.
So I never, ever will.
I might not go on thursday also.
I'm not in the mood already.
I might go and stay and my grandma's.
Because that's the only place I can stay without naggings.
Bye.
I'll go play with my guitar now.
And now you're chillin' on a half priced clearance rack.