Oomph, with an L

New year over.
CNY over.
someone asked me to blog cos my blog name is like so awesome.

update:
Got an injury from a bike accident.
Just recovered from a recent dumb bike injury as well (that is why its so dumb)
Got submissions on Tues and Thurs (total of 4)
Printing shop only opens on Monday onwards (which totally suck cos we gotta rush)

bye

mum worried as hell with everything (she has always been)
she’s been getting verbal abuse/diarrhoea from my dad all day long
she’s got the itinerary from my sister for the aussie trip (tix not bought yet, so why the early itinerary?)
she’s been hit but my idea of piercing my ears (thought she was okay with it, but it seems she’s so easily affected by my over dominating father who only knows how to bully my mum)
she’s been stressed out with her work moving to Woodlands (going off late and coming home late is shit i knw)

But that doesn’t mean I shld conform to it when my dad or you, are pissed with something I have nothing to do with? I mean I know im in the fucking family, i’m suppose to care about this shit. but you guys dont tell me shit either, so why shld i tell shit to you. fuck this shit. ima pierce. ima do something to show that i have a say in this fucking family. if its even a family that is.

It’s coming back, the nervousness, the anxiousness, the fear of rejection.
Why am I so afraid