Yesterday, as usual i went for my drama training. I was feeling better then last week obviously cause last week i had a fever. But the weird thing was, i 've no ideas for all the exercise given. I totally crack my head into pieces to find ideas. It was such an embrassing moment to share a pathetic 'Hari Raya' story which i've made up myself last minute when my name was called and the moment i sat on the chair facing others. Shit! I make a fool of myself.
I couldnt handle it. My cheeks were showered with tears as i sit on my bed resting my back on the wall. It was so disappointing. I can do better!(I know myself better)
Today, i help my mother to wash the kithen sink. I have to use a plastic glove on my right hand cause i had a cut earlier on done by 'si kudut'(the skinny one),my cat. She was afraid of something or shock(i guess) on that moment and silly me, i carried her with the intension to put her at the living room cause she was disturbing my mother in the kitchen. It was deep and blood flows just like the Niagra falls. The excrutiating feeling was awesome i tell u..
What a live. Full of dark clouds.
I fought with my sis again, i dont know why...
But, i dont really bother anymore. She called me names infront of my mother. Tell me she doesnt have feelings, i swear that i dont want to know!
No matter what, my mother and everyone else in the family side me. Who want to side a person like her anyway??