Screwed

Hell, I feel super screwed now. Quarreled with my parents a while ago. Was just telling them about my gastric problem and like got lectured, claiming that I didn't listen to instructions. Like totally wtf to Mr Patient. My dad is the most patient man I know. Fortunately MOE doesn't hire people like him. He wouldn't even have the patience to teach a kid the 'Timetables'. Sorry for seeming unfilial but my mood now seriously is screwed.

Cooked noodles soon after and ate a pill but nothing doing. I still feel super screwed now. The pain is like driven all the way up. Anyway I bought a pair of ripcurl slippers for my Dad's birthday and this is what I got. Haha this is really great. Really. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun. Okay I decided not to swear here since Obama and Lee Hsien Loong reads my blog. Lee Hsien Loong might just call on MDA to ban blogger and I wouldn't have to audacity to oppose such an act.

Gastric pains are still kicking in and I still haven't bathed. Shall post about chalet and escapade another day. I procrastinate even for blogging.

Goodbye punkz.
P.S. My hair is now coloured.