suddenly i feel so miserable. the trip home frm train station was.. yah. super tired with my hurting leg and running up and down to get this and that. argh. and i missed my bus stop. how irritating is tat? walk home in the rain. when i reached home, i sorta expect to feel a little better.. but she presented me with my dinner.

porridge with 3 fish cakes and one whole big plate of bean sprouts. and it's bland. the turn-off part is.. how the tell can i finish such a big plate of bland bean sprouts.

it's more like the share for the 2 - 3 ppl.
she always complain i dun go home for dinner.
see how appetitizing it is?
now i understand how my dad feel.
i shall strive to be a good cook next time.

and YOU STINGY BOY!! STINGY PIG. i din have enough of ur kisses just now. stuuupid. at least tat would have brighten me up a bit. hmph. annoying.

i figure out wat feels wrong. it feels like u werent there. as in not physically, but mentally. but i guess u're tired. i miss u. i miss u badly. as in YOU and your EVERYTHING.