not my day

Do you know whose shoes are these? well, somehow i took mrt that day and goes one big round through the woodlands line and to jurong east then back to dover mrt... well, was kinda early and so took the mrt and sat in the cabin and stone... lols... then somehow i was kinda attracted so greatly by this shoe...






























































well, perhaps i tot i was dreaming and i even tot when i look up it's gonna be her... but well, it wasn't her... it's someone else... stranger... but she knew i was starring at her shoe... and she smiled at me sitting opposite me:) well, somehow i was shy to look at her shoe le... lols... anyway, life has been miserable at home... and please... dun mention about my mum in front of me... it will only make me feel like cursing and swearing at her... i'm more pissed each and everyday when i hear her... Now, she's grounding about me drinking water at nite... well, and she's unhappy that i kept going for training all these days... girlfren cannot accept, which is something i'm already trying to bear with her!!! and NOW! TRAINING ALSO CANNOT GO! WAD THE HELL SHE WANTS ME TO DO! i really feel like running away from this family... i feel like collapsing everytime i hear her voice... i want to satisfy her and she keeps giving me pressure and pressure... giving me excuse to say i sleep very late nowdays, then go school late and study also never study properly... then wad the hell do you want me to do!!! i'm now trying to coop with my studies rite!!! why can't u leave me alone!!!!!!!!!! i'm fed up with no one actually... but its only her... that piss me off so so much!!! even its left a minute till the next day, she still wants to raise my blood pressure... people say being a mum is a very difficult task... for my case, being a son to satisfy such shit mother... is not just difficult... and is bullshit... i hate my mum to the core...