Entahlah. I still remember masa tingkatan 4 lepaih balik sekolah, thrilled to be done for the day. I'd throw a kerepek pisang together or eat a bowl of coco crunch. Then I'd turn on the astro and collapse on the sofa in total ecstasy. My brother hadi was never around. It was just me, my remote, and kbs.

By 11.30pm, the garage door would open. My father van would pull in. My stomach turned. I didnt want to talk to him. It didnt matter if I had been laughing at the funniest show on TV---I wouldnt laugh when my dad was around. I didnt want him to see me smile. When he asked "camner sekolah?" I mumbled, expressionless, "hmm hmm"

"apa? ayah tak dengar?" he'd ask.

Of course you couldnt hear me. I did that on purpose. "ISH!" I'd scream. Then I'd get up off the sofa, stomp to my room and slam the door.

My reaction to my dad was nothing compared to when my mum talked to me. Just hearing her voice made so much anger grow inside me that my face got flushed and I just became infuriated. I dont think I could carry a normal conversation with her. I was always trying so hard to ignore her.

Sometimes I almost whispered when I had to speak to her. Other times I'd whine, or sound frustrated and angry.

I knew they felt hurt when I ignored them or screamed at them. I could see it in their eyes. I really liked to see them upset. Upsetting them felt like revenge. Revenge for what? I dont know. Its funny when my friends thought that my parents were the best.

They'd say "ayah ngan mak hang baik gila. sonoknya dapat ayah macam hang"

I had always have an excuse. "Hampa mana tau apa." I'd say. They didnt. Sometimes I exaggerated when I told my friends about little arguments I had with my parents so my mum and dad would look like the bad guys. My friends never believe me.

I wrote about my life every night, and kept a blog. On those night when the junk in my mind started to push at the door hinges, I wrote wanting to die and end it all. I fantasized about my parents walking into my room and finding me dead on the floor, pills scattered across the rug, an empty bottle in my hand. ((I definitely wanted a dramatic effect))

At that time I couldnt picture myself living past the age of 16. Not only couldnt picture it , I didnt want to.

Where was my life going to go? If the rest of my life is this depressing, pliss let it be short. Then I lay back on my bed and cried myself to sleep.

Entahlah. I still remember masa tingkatan 4 lepaih balik sekolah, thrilled to be done for the day. I'd throw a kerepek pisang together or eat a bowl of coco crunch. Then I'd turn on the astro and collapse on the sofa in total ecstasy. My brother hadi was never around. It was just me, my remote, and kbs.

By 11.30pm, the garage door would open. My father van would pull in. My stomach turned. I didnt want to talk to him. It didnt matter if I had been laughing at the funniest show on TV---I wouldnt laugh when my dad was around. I didnt want him to see me smile. When he asked "camner sekolah?" I mumbled, expressionless, "hmm hmm"

"apa? ayah tak dengar?" he'd ask.

Of course you couldnt hear me. I did that on purpose. "ISH!" I'd scream. Then I'd get up off the sofa, stomp to my room and slam the door.

My reaction to my dad was nothing compared to when my mum talked to me. Just hearing her voice made so much anger grow inside me that my face got flushed and I just became infuriated. I dont think I could carry a normal conversation with her. I was always trying so hard to ignore her.

Sometimes I almost whispered when I had to speak to her. Other times I'd whine, or sound frustrated and angry.

I knew they felt hurt when I ignored them or screamed at them. I could see it in their eyes. I really liked to see them upset. Upsetting them felt like revenge. Revenge for what? I dont know. Its funny when my friends thought that my parents were the best.

They'd say "ayah ngan mak hang baik gila. sonoknya dapat ayah macam hang"

I had always have an excuse. "Hampa mana tau apa." I'd say. They didnt. Sometimes I exaggerated when I told my friends about little arguments I had with my parents so my mum and dad would look like the bad guys. My friends never believe me.

I wrote about my life every night, and kept a blog. On those night when the junk in my mind started to push at the door hinges, I wrote wanting to die and end it all. I fantasized about my parents walking into my room and finding me dead on the floor, pills scattered across the rug, an empty bottle in my hand. ((I definitely wanted a dramatic effect))

At that time I couldnt picture myself living past the age of 16. Not only couldnt picture it , I didnt want to.

Where was my life going to go? If the rest of my life is this depressing, pliss let it be short. Then I lay back on my bed and cried myself to sleep.

Friend : If someone asks you to introduce yourself, what would you answer?

Me : A kpopper i guess.

I'm a proud kpopper.

So I guess we're done here....muahahaha :B



Nah, just kidding.


Assalamualaikum. *wave wave wave*

As you all may or may not know, my fake name is 'godric minho'. I am known by 'gminho, and even budak busuk . You can call me anything you want, whatever suits you best, but please PLEASE PLEASEEE no unnie o' noona. Hahahahaha.

It all started back in '09. I was figuring out a pseudonym for my facebook account since I stood up for the term "never reveal your real name on social networks" (screw that term hahahha) My ever brilliant cousin suggested name 'Godric Minho' and so the Gminho started. Well, I continued the godric minho disease by naming my name as gminho.

My favourite books are one soul for chicken soup and ku seru namamu by ilany Maisarah. this little blog is where i post about my immature live. A hard fan of chocolates and telur. I think that's pretty much of it. :D

by the way im the owner of minholicious, smiley monster, fruity sour and ramen shop. these are my previous blog tittle in 2011,2012 and 2013. then i created new account on may 2013 and name it teapotato. inspired by hyuna ice cream mv.

gomawa for coming to my blog. its pleasure to have you guise here. ps/ owner blog neh memang over tahap dewa.

site materials
○ backgrounds
○ favicons
○ headers
○ doodles 1
○ smilies
○ doodles 2

tutorials
○ cute dekstop
○ desktop buddies

    

how to put a favicon in blogskin
<link rel="shortcut icon" href="faviconimagelinkhere">
copy and paste the code under [title] & [/title]

tutorial:
this is a tutorial on how to change your dull desktop into something cute. idk how should i explain it lmao.

here is some example. hope this help dull > bright

 Summer Love (Link)
 Merry Go Round (Link)
 Harmonia Pastelis (Link)
 Tutorial Change icons (Link)

do download and extract no 1,2 and 3. and then use no 4 as a guideline on how to change the icon. thats it.

if you have any questions mind to ask mr google B)