fri no badminton, no wushu, but met shixiong as he came up with another way to play the cards... suppose to study amaths but they hooked by comp, as usual, studying together is a bad choice

sat morning 8am go njc for some discussion on chinese language, heard some interesting ay of writing compo, but then the topic changed to scriptwriter, walao no link with us, then hear a vip talk about a story, quite nice but overall first part of the discussion best. Then tuition, learned some challenging question...

today.. sigh, morning kena yip again. wlao dont know what our family owe him. Dad came back 2nd day kena call, just about to lead normal worri free life he smsed again, just kena nagged 2 hours, less than that, lucky not 3 hours sia... sigh, sometimes i know why males suicidal rate higher. coz even if he deep in heart wanna cry we just couldnt cry out dont know why, god made it that way, so deep inside like wanna rebel, you know, take out gun bang bang boom, take chair take table piling palang, yupp same as the story learnt from literature 'private tuition' by anita desai. Mr bose the private tuiton teaching reluctant students, he was almost dominated by the violence inside him but was surpressed later... sigh, why cant family like those drama, picnic here, dinner there, happy happy play together, have fun together, laugh together, society has killed the term 'family'... johann said coz drama is dream, that reminds me the song susan boyle sang. The last part said 'life has killed the dream i dreamed', that was the part i felt touched coz yupp once again shes kindda ugly, she must be often teased around. sigh, i wonder how much longer would i keep cool in this cmi society, there's a mum that killed her child as she thinks the child would be a problem for society, i would want to be one too, i seriously wonder what had god planned for me...