I managed to survive the alcohol ordeal. Long island tastes super weird man. Ended up with bloodshot eyes and like a bloated face. But still alive of course if not I would not be here typing this crap out. Haiz work gonna start again. But I don't feel up to it. Not that work is terrible or something, its a great learning experience. Its the person in me that feels terrible.
Today totally suck ass. My brother was like so darn stubborn and refused to go home from music class after just a slight scolding from the music teacher. Parents were practically unable to do much so it was up to me to bring him home. True to my berserk nature, it was always violence first, talk later. Seems that violence is not always the best way to solve stuff, in fact it solved nothing. So ended up trying to be diplomatic and humane to persuade him home, of course not without a simple wound/ bruise inflicted by me.
Man life sucks. I'm still bound my freakish and violent nature. How is one supposed to be a saint like that. Bah I gotta start inventing ways to go kill myself now. Alcohol isn't really useful. Maybe I'll go try panadols or something. So much depression, so much crap. Its hard to stay sane nowadays. I bet once the results come out, all the tall buildings are gonna be crowded at the top floor with queues forming and people arguing who is to jump down first. Heck I will just simply push everyone else down and ditch the parachute into the bin. So long stupid world.
3:50 pm;
N {PROFILE}
Norman Woon
21 Years Young
Male
27/03/1987
MJS, MSS, CJC(rox)
