His Word is Law

"Wat are you talking abt???"

"I'm trying to explain what it says here!"

"Wat have you been doing in the afternoon? came back saw you reading magazine~ so wat is the differences btw you and the bangalah?? cant you read thru the contract b4 i come back so tat you can explain to me now?"

". . . . "

Mins later, i dash out of the office at the verge of tears. The moment i step on the ground floor, my tears drop and i bet the foreign workers saw it. Hurried off asap...

Seriously, there's no point arguing what's right or wrong. So what if i'm right or wrong?? He's still my dad and his word is laws! This is crazy! I've been patient with him becuz he is my dad and of cuz respect him. But sometimes, i think otherwise. Even if i've made a tiny weeny mistake, he will just blow his top right in front of others. How would you feel?

I'm still clinging on this little thing calls 'help'. This word keeps me gg on working for him. There's a thousand reasons i can quit and happily working outside. Why, why is this word seems so hard to keep up with....


my head hurts....


my heart hurts....


Anyway reached dear's home with a box of durain pancake from four seasons again. Yummilicious! After dinner, we watched music and lyrics [recommended by Ari] and it's really a romantic movie. He's the music and she's the lyrics...

Broke down again in his arms when i talked abt wat happened earlier. Thanks dear dear! Your arms are really warm... ^^

Just before i started this post, i've chat with this person who i dunn intend to talk to anymore. Reveal some infor to me, but i'll just keep things in suspense at the moment. =P

Why asked me to do something that i dislike or show no interests in?
I have no talents in that field...
If you really wants me to do, then why in the first place nv persuade me to go into this line??
So stop giving me such high expectation when i can only do this little...
I aint smart elite!
Stop driving my crazy!