life

life's gay, trust me?
trust me!! trust me LA!!! ok i know you didnt say anything
just let me short for fun can?
thanks for being swirled into my world of chaos and
deadly depth.
have fun. while i blabber more nonsense :D

ok lets start, blabbering nonsense.
life is gay, yes, homosexual and disgusting and so freaky.
you come onto earth as a baby, pretty featureless, just red all over
cauz your bloody vessels were inches, actually to be accurate,
millimetres from your skin, so you look red.
you didnt look that good, but 3 years later you were the cutest thing.
you were chubby, you were adorable, you break flower pots
and people ask if you're hurt. You hit a older cousin or church mate,
he retaliates and he dies because he is bullying you, when we all know
really well who the real bully was, me, you, us.

a little down the road, you were in p1, your parents cant bear to leave you
they tag you to school and ETCEETCETCETC ( i didnt, cauz im a brave ass
and has got a brave ass too (rubbish) ).
but
when you're p3, somehow you feel so disgusted, you feel like you were grown
all the way to be caned. ( my caning started at erm. 5 and ended at 10)
you were caned all the way till you were in p6.
suddenly, PSLE= no stress to be given to child.
you notice that hey! im time travelling back in time, my parents LOVE ME!
but oops, you couldnt get into the Retarded Institute, and your mum is upset.
she canes you, but too bad, you are already too thick skinned.
cane is nothing, but trash to be disposed.
so now you realise that your parents are becoming more and more... erm
say, tertiary rather than primary, secondary and conventional.
they start testing disgusting, vile, sinister techniques on you.
names like grounding, no pocket money etc flies in and slaps you really hard.

now you're sec4. whats happening.
your mum tells you.
your life is in your hands, its up to you.
do whatever you want, screw it up and bear your own resposibility.
oh how i love it
especially when my prelims are next week and i have yet to study.
lol