Am I angry and frustrated? Very much so. You see, I am an avid volunteer and I do it because I enjoy it very much. But for some people, becoming a volunteer is a mere attempt to get as much attention on oneself or simply just because there is a glimpse of finding a nice future husband. And honestly I regret to ever invite "HER" (You guys should know who I am talking about.) to be part of the volunteer organisation family. Regret it for the rest of my life. You see, no wonder how bad her character and her real personality is, my father will never see anything wrong with her. It's like she is flawless and misunderstood. Other than the contributing factor of having the teachers call home and having numerous number of people catching her in the act, she is free to do whatever she likes with nothing but a slap on the wrist. As for me, everything is just shoved down my throat. No question asked, do it or die. I get punish for something I didn't do.

Honestly is that fair?

Some may quote "Life is never fair". Sure life is never fair, that's why idiots are put in high ranking offices. Words can't really explain how disappointed I feel right now. I really don't see the point of stating the obvious. Let's see the evidence shall we?

I know that I am not perfect. I struggle with school on a regular basis. I m not saying that I am a genius whenever it comes academically but what sets me apart from her is that I work hard to get where I am right now. Even if I don't make it, I know that I didn't go down without a fierce fight.

Why am I suddenly bringing up about it? Let me tell you what happen just earlier. I came home, tired as usual. So I ask my dad (politely) if I can go for the Volunteer Induction on Sunday. And he raised his voice at me and said no. Reason being that I have to concentrate for my exam when I told him that I was going to get my study done on Saturday. So she can go gallivanting with her friends at KL and fuck up at school and I can't even go do something out of good will. I guess to him, I need to be whip to shape. Whereas she get to go around and paint the town red. I am honestly tired. I wish I have the guts to rebel. But I don't. Call me a coward for respecting my parents, I don't really care. I hope one day my dad will realise that I m not her. I m getting choked up just to blog about it.

I ll blog soon.