Bubbling (with rage).

I feel like venting. I might have even vented, just not intentionally, and at the wrong target. Bad, bad me. I'm being vague, I know but what to say. I'm confused why...oh dammit I must learn! *must come up with something*! I'm making sense of a few more things this time but there're still way too many things to get my head around with.

My miserable life aside, the good life is still going quite strong. I've been playing badminton and swimming almost everyday...and as exhausting as it may be - I like it. I don't feel any skinnier but so what? At least I can devour my junk food without feeling as guilty.

And stupid Scandinavia trip, so complicated. I couldn't even care less at the moment. I'm suddenly thrown the responsibility of picking up the pieces and who knows maybe I deserve it. I mean if I didn't let my big mouth ruin what would have been over and done with then I wouldn't be sitting here whining the evening away. But how was I to know 'things' were gonna happen. Give me some special power or something holy buddha, I need it to sort my life out.

!! BIG SIGH !!

I shall wait til everything figures itself out. I can only hope.