deserved

a beggar cant be a chooser. today ive been reminded once again how miserable life can be in a fully automated realistic life. for all you wanted to put a full-stop, you realised it has reached a point where a full-stop is not applicable, and the further and deeper you go before you realizing, ego is wounded.

nobody to be blamed except myself. self-disappointment leads to frustration. i nearly lost control of my temper. for years ive never lose my temper liked what i've done, and e fact was e pin for my grenade was pulled by nobody else but me. despite me working real hard since i was slapped with e fact, i couldnt help but accepted tonnes of nasty sarcasm. i feel bad but i can do nothing. ironically, my reaction towards this issue reminds me of my dad's. i've always wanted to be different from him but no matter how much effort i've put in to avoid his shadow, i felt that im going through what he has been. i wouldnt want that.

world cup is reaching e end, im glad that my life will be back to normal.