Introduction
I don't have a heart for fakers who shed crocodile tears nor do I have sentimental value for emotional basted-s. I'm the devil's work of art. Nobody knows me too much to hurt me neither does anyone knows me too deep to understand me.
Blogging
mother's day "special"
as today is mother's day, i would blog out wat i feel bout ma mum. actuali is a reali bad impression about her...come on, i actuali hate her so what do u expect from me....
ma mum is so not freakin fit to be a mother. yes she drives me around, do all the house chores really well i must say but that doesn't make her a gud mum.well i noe that she loves me but she is so not a mum...i prefer her to be a workin woman. She doesn't understand her kids...
If she was ever a workin mother, i think i would respect her more. now i dun think she's reali fantastic...she gets on ma nerves, digs out ma private stuff, and ask me questions that i think is reali private to answer. she even dis out ma failures and critise me...I'm not sayin that she can't tell me off when i'm in d wrong but she is more of cursin me hell man and that is what i meant by criticising.....
ma mum is so not freakin fit to be a mum....she doesn't undersatnd that her kids are not those gudie gudie that she expects, mayb she doesn't undersatnd as she was a reali "gud kid"...that's accordin to her....
sorey man...i ain't the kid that every mum wants...I'm a rebel and stubborn brat....you can't expect me to be what you want...