LIKE A BOSS.

I really like this phrase "LIKE A BOSS" a lot! It makes me feel superior, in some sense. It's a very versatile word, you can apply it to every sentence. I like the phrase "like a boss" because it makes me sounds like a boss, and people will start to treat me like a boss, which makes me feel like a boss. But the fact is that I don't act like a boss, because acting like a boss is acting you to be mean to your employees. I don't want to act like a boss who is mean, therefore, I only act like a boss in the right manner :D Okay, that doesn't really make sense, but I'm having fun!

In any case, you can just add in the phrase to let people have the feeling of "Woah, you're amazing/superior/powerful". Well, imagine saying this 2 sentences, "I'm eating chips" and "I'm eating chips like a boss." I'm sure the 2nd sentence will have the "WOAH" effect (at least 80% accurate when I say this). I have no idea why I'm sharing this, I just find it amusing and fun! I'm updating my blog like a boss. I'm doing everything like a boss, BECAUSE I AM THE BOSS (in my own world). I'm never the "boss" in my family, which is a sad thing 'cause all your words are being regarded as "useless" or "nonsensical".

Anyway, I'm headed to school today for badminton with Mike and Winsome :D It feels great to go back to school once again after staying at home for such a long time. I miss school, for once! Mike initiated to play a match with me, so we played 3 sets and I won 2 sets. I played like a boss and win like a boss. (This post is going to be filled with the phrase "like a boss", bear with it for a little while!) It's fun to see how he was getting all touchy when he missed the shuttlecocks. It was tiring, but I enjoyed it. I love doing things that make me happy!


Seriously, I'm already 17, I don't understand why I still have curfews when I go out, and what's worst, I actually follow the curfews my mum set for me. She is that fearsome in my life. Oh no, I honestly hate having curfews when I'm out with friends. It's like you're in jail, no freedom at all. Anyway, I'm seriously, really, extremely, honestly, like a boss-ingly mad at my mum! Why is she so against me doing voluntary work?! Why is she putting me down when all I want is to help people? I don't mind helping others and not getting anything in return. I'm happy when I help people, why is her mind filled with money?! I want to help people, I want to improve their lives, I want to make a change, I want to give back to the society. Why does she always have to stop me from doing something I love? It's getting out of hand, and she's way to unreasonable. Why can't she just think in the manner that humans are not invincible, we need other people's help! WHY CAN'T SHE FREAKING UNDERSTAND? MONEY IS NOT IMPORTANT TO ME! My blood is boiling like a boss when I typed this -.- I shall go and spend some time to try to think in my mum's position. PILLOW METHOD. Gonna empathize like a boss!

Peace out mates! xoxo