back from captain ball training.
damn, competition starts this Thursday. die liao la =.-..
reached home, put my bag, and i complained about the school stuffs.
mum was like " what happened to my daughter?"

lols.
obviously i complained about the worst thing that happened in school.
i don't care if you are reading this bloody post.
i dont give a damn.
it's time for me to vent my damn anger.
you got problem, you put it in your damn blog.
i had enough of your damn temper.
other can handle it, i can't.
you scolded me infront of our classmates, back then.
scolding vulgarities.
scolding me over stupid stuffs.
I KEPT MUM.
not anymore, no more patience lisa.
i have my limits just like you.

i borrowed your stapler.
i was told to go to the board and stapler those bloody papers back.
that two gays borrowed you stapler.
they gave it back.
during recess you are trying to have a quarrel with me.
you putting all the blames to me.
first thought in my mind, "what's your farking problem?"
you trowed the stapler on your table like no ones business.
you demand a refund.
i clearly stated that i wasn't the last one to use that damn stapler.
i had proof, yet you are pushing all the blame to me.

i was like farked up of what happened.
it was like too sudden.
you told me, " you are the one who used it on that board."
and i was like " i wasn't the last one to use it, if two person after me can use it, why can't you, you ask that last gay la"
you are trying to say, so, it's because that board, is the main problem. other use on normal papers, can.

after recess,
you said to that last gay,
saying that you are not blaming me.

eh, what's your farking problem? u blamed me infront of the literature teacher, and most of the boys were there.
and the "best" thing you said was, " i wasn't angry with her"

hey, i was the one who is actually suppose to be angry at you. you embarrassed me infront of the literature teacher. even our class boys. I AM SUPPOSE TO BE MAD AT YOU. NOT YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO BE MAD AT ME. IT'S YOUR FAULT.

you are not even saying sorry, after you know it wasn;t my fault.

FINE, IF YOU WANT THAT REFUND. NAME ME THE PRICE, BUT FIRST, GIVE ME A TRUE FARKING REASON. REASON THAT CAN BE ACCEPTED. NOT YOUR BLOODY BULLSHIT. I HAD ENOUGH OF BULLSHIT FROM MY DAMN TEAMATES, YOU ARE MY DAMN CLASSMATE, YOU SITS NEAR ME, WE HELPED EACH OTHER WHEN WE NEED HELPED, BECAUSE OF THAT STAPLER, YOU ARE BREAKING OUR FRIENDSHIP.

FINE, IF YOU DONT WANT ME TO BORROW YOUR ITEMS. ANYMORE.
YES, I FEEL FARKED UP.

I AM NOT HATING YOU, CAUSE' YOU ARE MY CLASSMATE.
BUT PLEASE, DONT MAKE ME TO START HATING YOU.

mood swings. thanks to you.


jiayou on thursday match.