Something's really not right... My Daddy's not home yet. Now's 9.06pm. I've been calling him since 8.20pm. 3 times already. For the week I feel very strange... Like I'm wearing the wrong skin. I hope it's just the usana pills I've been eating.
My brother's becoming like me when I was in sec sch. Terrible terrible. Actually worse than me... after all he's a guy. Mummy's not feeling well so ask him to do more things. Things that are not even considered chores... She fried rice today, so he had to peel and chop potatoes and chop luncheon meat. Very fucking difficult meh? I don't understand. Why he must go into a fit and later throw away our old computer parts. Throw all the peelings all over the kitchen floor, spill water from the potato bowl and leave the watery mess on the table. Had I not discovered it, the table top would have peeled off le. Very strange how come he don't see that having dinner cooked at home is a privilegde, not a right. But most off the time, I don't understand how the male species think anyway...
Shit, 9.20pm... Where is he arh?!
Like I said I feel very weird. Don't it's stress or what. Can't be... dun feel like stress I've ever felt before. Although I've good reasons to be stressed. More modules to take, tougher topics, and STATS. Thats the only thing that made me question my choice of choosing a business course. It's not easy, really not easy.
