whoa. Mrs Wong...TOo much pressure, man. I mean, woman.
How can she expect me to type and edit the OM script (award winning one:]) Over this weekend?!?!?! GOD. THE toughest part ever - the part where the damned penguin egg sank into the damned quicksand and the damned gigian king was arguing with the damned egyptian king about the damned birthday present which is the damned egg. Not saying that the cast is damned. The cast rocks like frickn shit. I mean...rocks like frickin earthquakes. (shit cant rock).
Goddam it. That time...my frickin mother...wtf...take the stinkin bamboo feather duster and whack my hand thanks to my frickin idiot-ed sister. damn her lar. I watchin CORY IN THE HOUSE and she frickin itchy hand go and wanna change channel. idiot lar. then i shout at her. My mother heard it then I kena...two days ago. The BIG and BURNING HOT red mark was down there. How can the woman expect me to speak to my sister nicely when the only nicely i hear in the house is from no one?!?! LOL. My damned sister. Caned more then me with the same thing and guess what? She dint cry. Cuz. She got whacked so many frickin times that that frickin bitch is already used to that pain. And I've got the bestest best best news ever man. shes leacing for Malaysia to my grandrents' with my cousins. Then I'll be going like....two weeks after that. My mom asked if I wanna go along. I so wish to. Cuz I barely get to go there. Then theres some disadvantages if i go. No computer. No phone. No...how to say...what wassit..oh yeah. IF theres track trainin then Ill have to miss it right?? Which aint good. lol.

OK. Gonna work on that stinkin script right now. Or else...Ill get in hot soup.