ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ARGH!!!!!! Secretly hoping to be able to scream at the top of my lungs and punch the sand bag with the full force of my weight (should be quite amazing!) or bat my best and hit a homerun all the way to pluto or shoot a shot gun so straign the bullets go straight through to the next galaxy and collapse it...

Unlike my sister who shows her emotions on her face, I tend keep them underwraps. I know... it's not doing me any good and I don't need a shrink to tell me that...

Cel come back soon, I need you here (even though maybe after 2 weeks I'd wanna choke you to your death!!!) I can't deal with this on my own.

Anyway I'm spending the evening alone with my dad. Since when does having a glass of wine at the end of the night to chill considers turning into an alcoholic? I know it's not about the alcohol. We can all handle that.

On one very rare occasion, George W. Bush was right about one thing when he said he wasn't going to comment on the gay marriage issue. He said he's not gonna comment on the gay marriage issue because he's a sinner himself and he's really in no place to comment on other people's. Well, I know at least drinking to chill wasn't a biblical sin.

It's baseball bat... all I feel is baseball bat... and I can feel that it's progressing to auto machine guns very quickly... bypassing the shotguns... Only one person in this world know what I'm talking about... so you better take this as a 000/911/999 call!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know... I know... nothing much I can do... I just wanna write and express and release...