I’m pissed! Not because the court was weird; not because this was the LAST training; nor because training started late; nor because we kena scolding; nor because I didn’t train properly... Rather it’s because we are always the ones being sacrificed! Why? Have you seen the guys sacrificing for us? NEVER! Torturing us? DEFINITELY! Why?

So what if you’re guys?! So what if you got National Champions?! So what?!?

Does it mean that we are very lousy, we aren’t worth being trained?

Does it mean that you’re the greatest?

Does it mean that we have to give in to everything you’re doing?

I THINK NOT!

I am pissed!

Why are girls discriminated?!

So what if God made us from MAN –or- MAN was created first?!

So what if you think that we are not as superior as you and thus we can’t do it?!

Please, come on, we are living in an ‘equal’ society. We are allowed to do the same things you’re doing. And yet we’re the ones sacrificing again.

Plus, all the rest of the things you guys DON’T want to do, you push it to us GIRLS. You know how irritating it is?

I GUESS not. You know why? Cause you’re guys! You will never know what we girls feel. I wish sometimes that you guys were gays so you could understand us better... well I guess that will never happen huh...

Btw, if you, meaning readers, are reading this… I can’t believe that I wrote this in PERFECT ENGLISH! Zzz

I’m stressed!

U16; violin and piano exams; choir; O level music.

Imagine all these problems buzzing/fogging/clouding your mind at night/while your sleeping/resting/in the toilet…

You can’t possibly ask me to sleep with all this in my mind. Nor can you expect me to sleep with my eyes wide open.

I really don’t like things overcrowding in my life! It’s very irritating!

I wished that I wasn’t so clever/talented/smart/busy.

A bit self praise right? Anyway… hai… what can I do?

Nothing but live with it. You can’t ask me to go back to the past to redo/retake/undo my choices. What’s done is done. No correction. Do that in the future/present. People say “Live life to the fullest”, well better not or you’ll end up being stress like the person typing this, ME!

This is long. 383 words… Not bad... COOL!