okay i feel the shit effect of braces kayys.

the metal tied to my teeth have metals juggin out and it's makin me have ulcers all over my inner cheeks and tongue.

and i ask my mum whether i can highlight my hair, she say no fine luh.

still ask my bro talk to me fuckin shit.

then he like say i follow trend, highlight hair means follow trend..what shit, since when i follow trend.

i dont wear really short shorts, i dont wear those wrapped up shoes and those really showin here and thr shirts right. fuck lar he blind or smth.

he say if i wan go highlight i go earn my own money or smth..not like i dont want, mother dont allow what..my fault.darn lar.

make me totally no appetite, eat half a plate of porriage.

then my mother was like singin in the kitchen and my father was like 'stop singin it's annoyin', cause she sings really loud and all day long.

then i said i agree cause im like whole day at home and hear her sing all day, can even hear her sing with her door close.

then they quarrel -.-

she say she got no freedom, her freedom is makin ppl feelin annoyed.

they quarrel quarrel i was like fucked up lar.

and im feelin giddy from the start of the camp til now.

in this family thr's no peace..not at all.