Shing Queen & Johan,correct me if there’s any typo please.

what’s a campfire without fire!

my cousin, Calvin.

This shot reminds me of the Indiana Jones movie cover wtf.
here you go,the troup leader Carlson Chee.

this was the girl, Sara who sang so well!
From the first glance i thought she was Bonnie wtf

thats all for the campfire.

for most of you who knows me in person,or perhaps for those who’s been to my place before, you’ll definitely hear me complaining about this at least once. You know,i’ve never had the privillage to the love from a grandparent honestly i never did. I grew up hating the grandmother i’m living with,no its not the usual
“who doesn’t find their grandma irritating?come on they’re old la!”

I remember when i was so young,probably 6 years old after she came back from Aussie its as if we were sworn enemies from our previous lives wtf seriously. She was so mean but it was only towards me,so let me just fairly enlighten you about my term of being mean. She never calls me by my name unless my parents are around,NEVER. So what does she call me then? Names like chau hai, when i was 6 years old mind you! She only looks at me from the corner of her eye,and never directly towards me. She openly declares how much she hates me and only me through out the years and since i’m always home with her when my parents are at work, thats it lah the world war 4 starts at home man.

I can’t complain to my dad because he will blame my mum and that only results in my mum being caught in between. So all that i could do was ignore. my friends who comes over,she’ll call them “chu phang kao yao” and if its my boyfriend who aaron,colin and even alvin also kena were called “lou” wtf. She has no respect for me,my friends even when i’m so nice to her. This has been carrying on since i was really really young, even the period when i was running away from home, all she did was making things worst!

And so she was diagnosed with cancer last year, i was upset for a while. As evil as that may have sounded, the hatred was beyond the term hatred. I’ve lost my respect, love what the fuck is that? and the only thing i have in common with her is probably the same woman who relates us at home,my mum. Its not easy growing up feeling angry and being mistreated at home, trust me it isn’t. Home was so bad at one point,that my parents bought Brownie in 2005 to give me a reason to come home to.

Oh yes those were the bad times. It did leave many holes in between, and that is why i got so angry when i hear comments and remarks of some stranger who claims to know me just because you read blogs wtf? I feel really sorry for the lack of judgement skills and the inability to read with a clear mind. Its a living being you’re reading about, and not to mention a growing up one. You may dislike me for the things i wrote, but frankly speaking how can someone who laughs and giggles all the time be as horrible as what you think?