MY HAIR!!!!!!

argh!!!!

my hair is gone...damn school!!!!!

i hate this school!!!!!

i hate it!!!

i hate it!!!

i hate it!!!

i hate it!!!

i hate it!!!

i hate it!!!

i hate it!!!

i hate it!!!

i hate it!!!

i hate it!!!

i hate it!!!

i hate it!!!

i hate it!!!

I GOT PUNCHED!!!!

ever got punched in the face before?? right below the eye. that`s where i got punched. its a funny story. 

it was my mom`s idea to get my grandfather out of the house. to me it was a bad idea. i knew it was going to be hard to get him back in the house. i cut the story until the part where i tried to get him in. at first, we stopped the car in front of the house and tried to persuade him to come out. it failed obviously. so we had to hold him gently and guide him out of the car. but, the thing is, he resisted and he was strong. he went beserk for awhile. my mom and i are experts at his tantrums. we knew what he might do so we were quite prepared. 

so my mom and i tried to pull him into the gate, again he resisted. then it happened. he freed his hand and took a swing at me. right in the face. i cursed loudly in pain at first. my mom was laughing. then laughed as well. because i know it would meant nothing if i reacte badly. so i said to my mom to quickly push and i`ll pull him in. and we did. he was in the house relaxed on a comfy sofa. i went to the kitchen and drank cold root beer.

it was a funny moment. guess i`ll rememberit always. the day my grandfather punched me. haha

wanted or unwanted

ever feel like you`re nothing in the world. like you are an insignificant being among the people around you. invisible to their eyes. everything that you do in front of them meant nothing. 

i feel like that sometimes. but now i just feel it everyday. nobody cares. its not just among my friends. among my family as well. i seriously dont know why. i really cant help it. in the end i end being a bitter old sod. i feel alone at times. flying away in my own world. no one cares for a person like me. so i just drift away. waiting. for someone to catch me on my feet.  

A Blast From The Past

why is it so hard for someone to forget their past? the past is something that had happened and cant be altered anymore. but still why do we sometimes linger towards it? why do we go back? there are some nice things in the past. but when there are more bad than good, why bother looking?

i always have trouble with the past. they always come up at times i really didnt need them. its really troublesome. although they were nice memories. but really at the wrong time. there is a bright side in this. i could remember things i have done. makes me feel happy inside. eventhough i was bloody angry at the time. but still i`d appreciate if they would only come at the time i needed them the most. not when i was doing an exam or angry or trying to enjoy a quiet evening. sigh......