F FOR FRIDAY, F FOR FRIED.

Today, it was friday.
it was supposed to be the best day of the week.
especially when Terrence Lee and Samson Lam playing soccer.
plus, after a whole freaking week of tests.
AMATHS.
EMATHS.
ENGLISH.
ENG LIT.
CHINESE.

and all those assholes just had to screw my perfect friday up.
first up michelle yong.
can't teach freaking amaths for nuts,
still act like some amaths goddess.
"i'm very concerned about you."
YEAH RIGHT.
YOU CARE ABOUT THE CASH.
YOU CARE ABOUT PROMOTIONS.

Then was Chris.
sorry but i became bloody touchy after the michelle yong incident.
whole day take john, and want to play against us.
we don't have a defender other than me.
and you take john, which is like, what,
A FREAKING FREE FRAG GAME IS IT,
WE STAND THERE LET YOU SHOOT?
I DON'T UNDERSTAND. IF YOU KNOW YOU'RE GONNA WIN WITH SO MANY GOOD PLAYERS,
WHY DO YOU EVEN PLAY.

NEXT UP,
DUMB COCK HONGYI, KEEP PLAYING TENNIS WITH JOHN.
NOT LIKE HE DON'T KNOW I DON'T HAVE TUITION AFTER SOCCER.
STILL KEEP DELAYING,
THEN I CANNOT PLAY MUST GO,
THEN CHRIS COME GUAILAN.
SAY I ALWAYS LIKE THAT WHEN THEY WANT TO PLAY I GO.
COME ON.
IS YOU ALL DRAG THE WHOLE SHIT.
THEN IT BECOMES MY FAULT?

Then, on the bus my father called.
kpkb about me skipping german.
HELLO, LP SKIP GERMAN GO FOR CHINESE OKAY.
I NOT GO PLAY SOCCER YOU CAN ALREADY BURN INCENSE TO ANCESTORS.
then after that crap about if don't like german can just quit,
don't like Chung Cheng also can drop school.
wan to suan me just suan lah.
i sitll get A1s.
doesn't affect me.
just only makes me hate my own father more.
makes me lose my paternal love i never once had.
make me lose the understanding father that other people have, but not me.
people say you're good to me.
you love me alot.
but i don't think so.
you said you'd buy me everything i want.
i want a PSP you buy.
i want a new phone you buy also.
i want a personal sound system in my room, you STILL buy.
but does shouting at me over the phone count as LOVE.
does caning me when i do something wrong count as LOVE.
does making snide comments at my mistakes count as LOVE.
and does trusting the teacher more than your own son count as LOVE?

come home from tuition.
tired.
hungry.
pissed.
come get guailan-ed by my bro.
eh got this guy at my school more pro than you at soccer.
OH REALLY?
YOUR SCHOOL STANDARD?
i asked him,
what's your position?
he said keeper.
i said who's the best keeper.
he said himself.
from then on i knew what's his standard of better.
better=FAIL.

PEOPLE, DON'T EVER PISS ME OFF ON A FRIDAY.
IT JUST SCREWS ME UP.