Hey. (Sorry but this post is extremely boring, due to the fact that I'm going to blog about some idiotic mum-daughter relationship.)
My mum is screaming her head off at me, as usual. :D Like what else can she do. I'm not the kind who will listen to her and not be rebellious k. I'm those kind who'll talk back and interrupt, and get annoyed and irritated easily. So.. tell me, what can she do? :B
I'm portraying those kind of person who doesn't have any emotion. It's super fun you know.
Yeah yeah yeah, don't pay money for my piano fees loh. Like I care, I can easily use my bank money. No wait - I bet she's going to pay it for her beloved son. (Which is my brother.) Hah, a guitar. Piano lessons which he's doesn't go AND doesn't practice. Like I think he's really that busy. (He told me that he has not touch his homework at all.) Oh wait mum, did I forget to tell you? I'll start going out everyday like my brother when I turn thirteen. OH WAIT - YOU'RE GOING TO SCREAM AT ME EVEN MORE. No problem, hmm.. I thought my brother did that too?
& you know what?
I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE. I HATE CHINESE.
I don't see the point in learning Chinese, seriously.
Rainbowlin