#%^#^%#(%%%^#$#&*( that would not be enough to express exactly the amount of irritance and rage and annoyance etc etc i am currently feeling. it is already taking everything i've got to keep myself from letting out a very colourful string of words better known as vulgaritites rite now... ms choong is an irritance... no she's more than that. she is practically ruining my life. see i can't even type wifout proper punctuation now cos i feel so pissed. does she not have better things to do than CALL UP MY MOTHER TO INFORM HER OF MY MISSING HW? then she had the cheek to talk to me. she claimed to have called many times. that is BIG FAT LIE. i would know. my phone has the ability to number the amount of miss calls i have. apparantly i noe have to come up with 2 chi compos by tomorrow morning. courtesy of my mother. apparantly she made a promise to ms choong in my place in exchange for me to go to the sec 3 camp. going to the sec 3 camp is not a privilege, it is my right. i have paid the cash and all. ms choong is attempting to mother me. it is not working. if my own mother can't do it, she will never be able to. and guess what i don't even the privacy of my room anymore. and now my mother knows about my blog. excellent turn of events yes? now i must even be careful online. blogging may no longer be safe. i can only now pray that my mother will not probe anymore. i feel like cursing and swearing at something, anything and yet i dun have the energy and i doubt it will help my current condition. a certain someone is trying to push me over the edge although she may be doing it unconciously. it's working but i'll stay strong. i dun even know why i'm still smiling while typing this, i'm smiling and i can't stop. its ridiculous. there's something wrong with my prespection of this matter, if i was normal, i would be in rages and yet all i'm doing is sitting here with a stupid smile on my face and typing for god knows what reason. the smile is super faint but its there. that proves that i'm insane. i want to make my mother proud and yet she's never satisfied. i'm tired. there's only so much i can do. i'm just terrible at certain subjects, why can't you accept that? i can't excel at everything, i'm human not a robot or something along those lines. why can't you understand? how much of my life are you involved with anyway? i'm not at oblivious as most people think. i know it seems that way but i seriously can't be bothered to elaborate on other's words. if i wish to speak i will. this is what is called ranting is it not? enough with the dark. on with the lighter stuff... next post cos i dun wish to dump everything onto one post. makes it difficult to read..