never walk alone.

"Wakakaka...Hahaha...Wahaha.."
*laughs frantically*

Those words usually exposed from my gab.
But to speak the truth, most of them are fake.

I don't mean to discuss trivial matters down here.
But I think I have to let it out.
Makes me feel better, I guess.

I have a confession to make.
A very obtuse but yet true confession.

Once in a blue moon, I do shed a tear when I'm about to go to dreamland.
Not tears of sadness, nor it is sissy-ness.
Just tears of acrimony and frustration.

I seemed to be in the pinnacle of all blames.
Left, right or centre.
But despite that, I still exerted myself to remain calm.

You.
Please stop throwing tantrums at home.
I dislike people who throw tantrums without reason.
If u can't resist that temptation, portray that only when I'm not around.
I don't wanna reach home, tired and all, only to rub my eyes in disbelief witnessing your nonsense.
Don't mock or insinuate me when you are busy scolding your own children.
I've been very patient.
Last night, it nearly burst but fortunately it didn't.

You.
I beg you not to gobble up food in my dad's house.
Eh wait. . .Why should I beg him?
He should be the one begging us to supply him food instead.
I know blood is thicker than water.
But sorry dad.
I don't think it was, or in fact, is, the brightest of ideas to keep him.
Ooops, feed him I mean.
You chased my sister out of the house because she didn't contribute much.
Is this case any different?
I certainly doubt so.
But at least my sister did the ironing, washing and cleaning for you dad.

You.
Stop assuming things.
Not everything is yours ok.
Don't reiterate too much.
Because I can match you tit for tat for that.
And stop being the chip off the old block.

Training resumed as per normal on Saturday.
Legs are nearly breaking apart.
Worked for the past 2 days.

I need a masseuse.
Or just someone who are willing to massage my calf and thigh.
Any takers?
Doubt so.

Thats why I miss living with my mum.
Call me mummy's boy?
Try living without your mum.
And you'll understand.

Case closed, another chapter written. . .