My holidays sucks. well.. i am quite prepare for it, it still sucks.
sit there for like so long, butt pain lor. 3hrs straight. siao. one subject. siao one.
and i freaking gained 3 inches horizontally, just because i was too happy for 1 week. ! pathetic weak. pls lor, i was like losing those fats during exam period, and after exam... enjoy life and gain weight. well... well...
stupid. and i hate myself. go for liposuction asap.
people try to coax, say that lipo is bad. when is goes awry, the blood mixes with the fats or some sorts of stuff. but still, lipo is my dream.
eh, i rather die ugly on the operation table, than to live ugly.
that's part of my life. i have enough of not being able to fit into clothes nicely for most of my life. who cares about being fat? i just want to fit into clothes nicely. but then being fat does not enable me to fit into clothes nicely, so i care about being fat...
hahahahaha
and my life is so boring. so... soo... boring. asked to write about events(special) spent with family and relatives. well.. nothing much other than those routine. like praying ancestors, CNY, granny's b'day. i only to get to meet them those days. woah... woah... is this still called as relatives? relatives, just related by the same surname and that our parents came out from the same person's vagina/womb. and knew nothing about each other other than those facts and figures about each other.
and worse, family. my dad never wants to go out. like go out as a family to fairs, shopping centre, explore singapore and stuff like that. lame rite? and all this years without my uncle from my mother's side, i will never been able to visit cool places. never knew how east coast park really looked like. and yes.. how the sea looked like until i was in p3? singapore is so small, everywhere is sea and yet i never knew how it looked like till i was so old. he was never stingy with us, offered to pay for meals when we go out together. usually with his family, my mum and i. i appreciated that. loved that. but then, things changed. i am never able to communicate with them, never played this few years. never exchanged words anymore.
for how long i have not been cycling with them. racing. and speeding against cars by the road whether we could travel as fast as those cars. hahahaha. those happy times that will never come back to life again, they are just good for nothing memories. remember them, just because i am selfish, making use of them. going out, laughing, joking, games...
well.. maybe i've grown up, they've grown. we tend to think differently.
and my dad don't like to bring me out. he just likes to go out alone. to his fishing khaki, drink and talk about crappy stuff. he never brings us out and yet doesn't like us to go out. who does he think he is? trap us by his side, my mum is an adult he has no right to show discontentment when she goes out. and when we go out with my uncle, he is so bloody unhappy. since he does not want to take the job of having family day, then someone else will do it for him. isn't it rite? he has no right to show discontentment when we go out with him then!!!
when my uncle comes to visit us, like fetching my grandma and CNY. that bloody idiot gives that stupid face. stupid fucking face. to them... to them, they have brought his wife and daughter out and spent so much money on them. yet, he is giving that fucking attitude to show that he don't like. when mum thinks that we should repay or stuff like that, she invites them for lunch. and he was unhappy about this too. hey, our treat to them is to repay and thank them. why does he have to give attitude? and what's worse? mum fork out her own money. not a single cent is his. why is he unhappy? shouldn't he be thankful?
he just have that thought, we love them more then him. just being jealous. but what right does he have to feel that way? can't he think? can't he? he should think that even we love them more than him is what he deserves. he don't bring us out. he is just plain selfish, want us to company him, stay at home, company him when he has beer at cheapskate beer at hawker. and all those drunk old fucking dirty old man ogles at fat people like me.
eh.. those old man stoop so low to look at fat and ugly. and those old saggy breast of an 55++ yr old beer promoter.
fuck.
and what? my mum was super over suspicious last night. she is just racist la... an indian guy, as told by her was ogling. and try to get close. but then, from what i see, she is crazy and racist. see only. what has i got to lose? i don't believe guys outside has not seen half of my breast before. let alone that indian guy. let them see for all they want. what have i got to show? i have pathetic figure, pathetic breast. hahahaha.
i've got nothing to show, nothing to hide and nothing to lose. as long those old men's fucking dirty and wrinkly penis don't get in to my vagina. i heckcare.
and my butt got touched by people zillion times, deliberate or accidental. i have no idea.just think that i lost nothing. so i don't care.