cranky self again

getting cranky again...

thought of going to east coast park early this morning to do some good quality reading. suggested that to mum, who promptly replied, "What about your SAT? Are you going to set aside time for it?" sheesh, that put me off immediately. like i know you care, but you don't have to remind me again right? like this is the freakin 3rd time i'm doing sat.. do until i damn sian... anywayz, not much chance for me to have that sudden desire to go to east coast in the morning.

ok nvm, went to fetch pappy from some old cat high boys gathering from turf city, then went to bt timah plaza to bum around at the ntuc finest... dunno lah, seems like another normal ntuc, with just a few imported stuff and a bit high class. guess the prices for normal stuff also pretty high, compared to the other normal ntuc outlets huh...

basically, just stoned at home for the remainder of the afternoon.. switched btw mugging sat, reading my library book and sleeping and reading my bible. haiz, how time seems to fly so fast. really frustrated to suddenly realise that twenty min have gone past when it seems only ten min have gone by. hmph fast-paced society.

thot of calling kum out for dinner, but he not very free... dunno who else to call leh, so in the end, once again, the family guy goes out with his family.

felt weird walking through orchard... along the streeets, you see many grps of young pple hanging around with their pals, bumming around, having dinner together. you don't see a lot of kids walking around with their parents at this time of the day. felt really out of place, esp at the manhattan fish market at plaza sing. the tables around ours were filled with youngsters just having a good dinner together, something that i haven't had for a long time now. plus, with frizzled, unkempt hair, sloppy shirt, and a brother trying to teach me how to cut fish properly, i felt super out of place. gosh i just wanted to siam from the place as fast as i could.

throughout the whole time, my brother would be saying all the bad things about dad when they were in australia together. strange huh, how a father-and-son trip that was meant to bond father and son together resulted in father and son hating each other even more. gosh, makes me cringe and feel even more frustrated.

how not to be cranky?