today was not my happy day.
first, i had to go to skool.
second, i had pe => jumped around 50 jumping jacks, 40 burpees, 50 seconds of fast feet, and one round of holding that stoopid medicine ball and walking like a guy trying to protect his private part with every step he take by placing a leg infront and bending the legs thoroughly down.. said to strengthen leg muscle and it really does. BUT, i feel like a crippled now. and during the last few minutes of pe, i had the splitting headache so great that i cant focus on anything. if i let my eyes stay on an object, the pain doubles so i gotta act like an idiot and my eyes fly everywhere only to soften the pain effect. but it persisted for such a long time that i suddenly tot of praying strongly and i looked up at the sky and even though my head was splitting since my eye is focusing on the clouds, i kept repeating," Lord, remove my pain. please Lord, please." and when i finally stopped praying, the ache dulled ALOT. i thank God for it. could have rammed my head against the wall if it continued for another minute.
third, i had migraine for the whole b***** day, june's panadol only lasted me a minute free of headache in the morning. but at least it helped.
fourth, i had to go for the funeral and do ABSOLUTELY nth there.. just sit there and listen to one of my distant relatives boast of his days as an ex-ngee ann poly president.. now he is a 72-yr-old contractor.. super rich sia........... saw john's parents there [of course lar.. they're my uncle and aunt-in-law] and they looked so smug abt their son going to acjc but having a poor social life there.. then they tok tok tok tok tok tok tok tok... and the worse thing is that they talk VERI SLOW. at first, can tahan lar.. but after sitting there for 2 hours listening to the same man talk abt doing his b***** job and doing it well, is torturing for a 17-yr-old who is used to pple speaking SUPER FAST around her... it's like the brain has to slow down ALOT. and then on the cab to the funeral, i was so tired that i agreed to everything my mother proposed so that i can shut my eyes, in the end CANNOT GO OUT WITH the gals tmw.. i hate tmw. i wish tmw never comes. i dun even wanna go out tmw. i wanna cry.
and my frustration raised a notch when my mother yabbered and blabbered SLOWLY, i repeat, SLOWLY abt so many things.. den she kept toking abt how my father got caught by the marine and had to bribe them out of jail, of how one of his mistresses used to call my house at 4am in the morning just to tell us that he has alot of mistresses.. hello!? she's so damn proud that he had done these rite!?
i guess my headache just worsened my mood, thoroughly.
now, i'd rather die than go for the funeral.. it's like, i told my mother that im going out with the gals on tue around yesterday and she agreed lor.. NOW she says go for the funeral. the irritating thing is that she keeps reminding me to bloody go out for the funeral.. i hate the cremating process and she wants me to go SEE. and in the whole trip back home, she was shouting in the bloody cab and i was obviously trembling from the cold and headache and she was bloody shouting into my ear. and she kept toking abt going where to eat or tmw breakfast. im starting to hate food bcos of her enthusiasm.
wanna scream. wanna let out all my frustrations. wanna give out all my anger. wanna strangle every single chicken i see. wanna knock down every stoopid person who cross the road illegally. wanna jump of the bloody building to stop the pain and frustration..
