a regular boy living in an all to unfair-world, a little part of me died when i realised i'd never get to go to SOTA. i want to be i11 again. but it's too late, cause my flame already dead. so is michael jackson. why am i always just a little too late?

yesterday bbq, and watch tv, i basically brought the stuff and sat down there after starting the fire. and i feeded myself with food. then when up for aircon, brudder's friend come play majong, wanted to hide upstairs, i occupied myself by smsing dinghan, and some others, only dinghan replied. thats ass wanted to prank me but he too stupid. after that no one replied. so i kinda like jumped around, blast songs, sing like some idoit, by myself, i off the light with a pillow on my chest i jumped straight to the wall, lol so fun. then i play i throw the pillow up and try to punch the pillow to the wall without it tounching the ground, but, i stopped as i punched the wall hard, i cursed and lay down on the floor. now my knuckles got balaku, then i try serving the pillow like a volleyball, din fly far, and my knuckles still hurt. was thirsty and smelly and my legs were full with charcoal powder, i finally has the courage to go down and bathe and grab a drink. din sleep immediately, those bastards from opposite and downstairs were kinda noisy, manage to sleep abit. woke and bathe , brudder return the table, and we went out to eat with mum. eat ban mian in some noodle shop in ehub-got health promotion label hor. then went back, mum keep on asking me bring her go aloha, i finally brought her there, go there also nothing to do, siao one. came back watch pua chu kang, brother sleeping, mum went back, after pua chu kang i went home, took same bus as daryl(i think that's his name arh). then played facebook. went out at the night with dad to imperial AGAIN, so sian one they all, eat la mian went back read book sleep.