Troubled Days

Why I am here... I do not know. I don't like blogging any longer, as you could tell from the length of time between this post and the previous one. I kinda found it to be pointless. I mean, who'a gonna read the blog entries of an emo anyway? Definitely not Jordan Teo Yung Kang, that hypocritical bastard of a friend. I feel like shoving a stick pole up his 'sai kang (anal hole).' That would have at least been a more meaningful activity. I mean, just look at this f***-state of a blog, I barely update it till at least nine months later when another victim is released into this torture chamber we all called 'life.'

F*** this, man.

Sigh. But what am I to do? Jordan's too busy to hear about my troubles, and even if he does squeeze out that one hour to spend time with me, why would he care? He barely cared when I almost got myself into trouble with my temper issue again. I was so pathetic. The only people I had to speak to were my Secondary School counsellors, Mr Ang and Mrs Teo. F*C*! How pathetic was that?! I don't even have friends to talk to in my troubled hours. This is f***ing pathetic.

Also, this stupid of a f***-sake course I'm taking in the ITE (Institute of Technical Education), Tampines Campus, has seemingly abso-f***ing-lutely nothing to do with filmmaking. Maybe the concept of design does apply to the career in one way or another, but what the f*** does drawing have to do with filmmaking? Making films is about philosophy, not about your artistic talent! FFS! CHI BAI KIAN. I hate this bullsh*t man! This is f***ing ridiculous!

Jordan had asked me to call him only after an hour later, when he has finished talking to his f***king friend (whom he had talked to for hours and hours for all I know), so I'm gonna stop here.

FFS, man; some friend.