on monday,i had a major fight with both parents. haiz... the reason?! i came home late for school and they didnt wanna believe that i had DRAMA on tt day. fuck u!! Why is it always hard to believe your own daughter. Well, fine...i'm the type who really have no patience when people keep cutting in when what i wanna say is the freaking truth so i raised my voice a lil. then they threatened to hit me...so there...wrestling begins! *ROUND 1*

Quarrel till my face is all bruised up that i didnt wanna go school the next day. paiseh liao. below my left eye was still bleeding while my right cheek was swolen,my lip a lil cut and my eye was sore from crying. Oh yah,dad talked to me after the whole thing. i guess he finally realised talking is the solution. actually,many times i've always brought up that wat my family need is communication. it has always been violence or anger. dammit! well,it obviously made us understand each other. dad was so nice to me the day after. he even gave my pocket money without havin me askin for it.whereas mum still refuse to talk to me. heck,i dun give a damn. she even dont cook my dinner nowadays. i've realised its always for the other family member. wat the hell?! if that's how she's gonna behave...fuck u!! i know im not in the wrong here. u're the one who always assume the worst of me. who cares wit "syurga di tapak kaki ibu..".. to me... she is HELL!!