what i hate about being overseas is when something happens at home, no one tells u...until by some mere coincidence i call home or like this morning when i visit my brother's blog and saw a picture of him with his left arm in a sling, some bandages around his shoulder and knee. and in his blog, he din even say what happened!!!!!all he said was

'Prior to this I hadn't been on an ambulance nor had a fracture nor had stitches before....now I can experience all 3 at the same time! Yippee....'

YIPPEE?!?!?! i am barely able to stop myself from going to the public phone and calling home right this very second...if not for the fact that it's only 7.30 am in singapore, i would have.

i am worried sick...he just recovered from dengue fever, for crying out loud. from his injuries, i can only say that he had another close-shave on his motor bike.

guys...and their instinctive nature to crave for danger...ignoring the worries that their closed ones have to to endure, and the pain in their loved ones' heart when they get injured.

i am worried, i am angry...i am pissed off.
once again, my parents have chosen to not tell me...because ignorance is bliss...

yeah, that bliss has been very SUDDENLY taken away from me...
bad mood from yesterday escalating...
part of me dun even wanna call home, because all i'll hear is "tell u already also no use mah"

for a split second, i dun even wish to go home anymore...

why bother? why bother to go back to people who just isolate me from their lives because i am physically absent??

they just dun get it...
they never will get it..
i feel hurt...
and the tears that had threatened to fall yesterday...
is dangerously close to being shed in the physio's school comp lab.