sorry mates.. line is down..hate it...will read everything when i can..i'm in me cousin's house..

cheerio..

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It really sucks when you see a show where the main chracter doesn't know that everyone cares and he think's the whole world's  againts him..

It's weird..Being the audience I mean. You will get the stories from both good and bad sides. Every side in fact. You shall know what is really going on, the pains and facts which drive them into what they're doing. I simply don't quite understand why you people think you're the saddest thing in the world.. No one cares bout me.. I'm in depression... help me. I'm sad.. Everyone hates me..I have no purpose in life...I wanna kill myself..etc. etc. I think it's all shit if you ask me.

If you have the nerve to actually say this, why not do something bout it. Get used to it. It's not going to evaporate if you continue yapping. It's true. It does feel better when you express it, complain, but dude, don't be sill enough to hurt yourself. If you think no one cares about you, you're wrong. There are plenty of ppl out there and just because you walked into the bad sides of things, it doesn't mean that everyone is evil. Sure, some people are horrible and everything, bu think bout it. Do you really want them to die?

When you plan to hate someone, be careful. After reading you ppl's blogs for the past week which I have missed, you have no idea how wrong you are.. Sometimes, you don't understand the people you hate. Have you told them off if you hated them? if no, how the heck do you expect them to stop?

Sheesh...

I wonder, for the ppl which I look up to, ppl which I have never seen them break down, ppl which i have never seen them lose, ppl which i have never seen them shed a tear, ppl who will stand up for themselves..where do they hide it all.. Have they not feel the pressure of mantaining.. have they ever felt tired of working so hard.. where's the stress.. I am very disappointed in myself.. I see someone doing much better without a sweat.. From that, I see not only failure from myself, i also see that i'm not working hard enough.. And that feeling sucks...

Cheerio~

[[ music ]] DBSK-Miss you
[[ mood ]] scared

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[[ music ]] DBSK-Zion
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[[ music ]] yoo chun
[[ mood ]] tired

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My computer is fixed. I kept thanking the computer dude. He stared. I dont understand why was mr......so popular with you peeps.. Exams are over..Wheee~ Results are out... ... let's not say a bad thing. I hate crying. Can't breathe easily when that happens. I was almost caught my pct a.k.a. tuition teacher on cheating. Yes, I'm a horrible student. I cheat. I'm not afraid to own up. I just drank celery juice.. yecks...update of my life:

1. Hate celery 

2. Desmond is sleeping over tonight..T.T

3. I'm not going to kl after all

4. I have a gullible sister

5. My other sister is rocking HongKong on the fifth

6. My brother just "rocked" his friend with his hands..aka strangling

7. I can still taste celery in my mouth

8. I want a good book to read.

9. I found out I have difficulty breathing when I cry 

10. I just found out something which left me frowning..  

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Desmond is coming back to live with us next month. He's taking the study room. So my tuition lessons has to be outside. I fear that it may be too noisy. I'm afraid it is.

Now, my dad is yelling at my maid out of her sheer stupidity. I have never seen anyone this..this...stupid. There's a broken piece of glass from the window. My father told her to measure it. She is actually stupid enough to measure the wrong length causing my father to buy the wrong size of glass. The thing is, you can't return glass. Still, if you think that it could happen to anyone, think again. She left the gas on once. She left the water run. Sh would lie about washing and the truth is that she only splashes the place with water. How do we know? Simple. I have a very sharp mother.  I hate her too. She can't cook, she can't wash and she's annoying. She sings. I'm annoyed. She laughs and smiles like there's a loose screw in her head when she does something impossibly wrong. Sheesh.. Damn her.

Holidays start, as of today. Everybody is doing their own thing while I'm at home..trying to get away from work. Foo's gonna rawk HK and Foo Vin Ne is in camp. Friends are everywhere having a good time. I'm here with a French dictionary. 

Now, why didn't my parents put the computer in an air conditioned room? Because they think we're up to something sneaky. That's why. Do you have any idea how arm is it out here?  No. Of course you don't. You're in a room which air can actually circulate.

I want to go out. I should have take up the other and actually went to KL with my aunt. At least I'm not so bored THERE... One hour and a half to tuition. I actually look forward to it. My speakers are busted. 2O bucks to get new ones. Bluetooth doesn't work, Nothing works.  

[[ music ]] Michael Buble - Everything
[[ book ]] Tuesdays with Morrie
[[ mood ]] blah

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Desmond is back. The kid woke up at SEVEN during the holidays. SEVEN... seven!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He woke me up too. I'M suppose to sleep for like....10 more HOURS!!!!!!!!!!

Kids... 

[[ music ]] sway
[[ mood ]] awake

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Yesterday, I went to buy a plush. It looks like my sisters... Here's a doodle..

[[ music ]] I just wanna live - Good Charlotte
[[ mood ]] annoyed

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Now I remember. This is what I wanted to post.

My door can't be locked. Does any of you have any idea how horrid that is? To have your sisters just barging in and out while you're changing or sleeping or studying, I don't have anymore privacy. 

My sister, V.N has a habit of knocking once and straight away, pushing the door open. She will push it wiiideeeeeeee open. There were a few embarrassing moments. Maybe foo knows... Scratch that. Maybe she remembers.

What could be worst? My brother doing that. When you're in to a math question, working it out in your head, concentrating, suddenly your brother goes BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! runs in,grabs something and escapes in a flash..

I want my door fixed. 

[[ mood ]] sore

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Hmmm.. I've read a few old things today. I've seen how silly and fickle people can be sometimes. I never trusted anyone so far. I never thought that anyone was there for me every second. Still, that didn't stop me from hoping to have someone to look after me and watch over me of course. Friends, what are they? People you laugh with, they say. People you share with, they say. People you love, they say. Do I have any? Only god knows.

People I look up to. Not many, but I really look up to them. Sure, I look up to my father. He's a very honest man. Loads of common sense.

" Come on la...USE your COMMON SENSE! " that's what he would tell me if I did something wrong.

My sister?

" Stupid/Dumb la you.." that's what Foo tells me everyday when I see her.

My other sister..

" Oh...My...GOOOOD!!! YOU STUPID!!!STUUUUPPIIIDD gggiiiRRRRLLLLL!!!" That's what she'll say when I break something.

I can say these things back to them when they do something wrong too. Well, all of them but my big sister. She's too.... .... .. too... I can't even find a word to describe her power.

I listen and I'm quite obedient to certain people. There ARE people in the world where I can't say no to, but they seem to be disappearing. I listen to one of my sisters, my father, my mother*out of force*, and my fr-...fri... nope. I don't listen to my friends. Not that well at least.

I had a nanny when I was six. I was quite fond of her. The place was not new and modern. It was old fashioned. It was rented, I think. It was a family of four. An old couple with two daughters. They had a balcony. I had such a silly habit of sitting there with a snack every evening waiting for the crazy old shirtless man which would sing as he passes by. He would just take the same old route and sing as he walked. I found it interesting. I mean, I used sing with my father before I go to school. We would sing his favorite song.."Beautiful Sunday". I think it was a hit at his time.

Six years old..school..

I had my first fight there. It was with a boy. I boxed him and he pulled my hair. He was rather popular. Known for being a brat. I didn't like him very much.

I am a normal person,

With a very normal life.

I had my first fist fight,

When I was barely even five.

I forgot who it was,

But I knew I did won,

Because the victorious sensation,

still hasn't gone..

I moved on to six,

and lost my first tooth.

I wanted to keep it,

but I swallowed it, was it was loose.

By the age of seven,

I had my buttocks really red,

My ears were really swollen,

and thank god I wasn't dead.

At the age of eight,

I found out the truth myself,

My mother wasn't human,

she used a leather belt.

The image was a blur,

But I still caught a sight,

And oh, she had a stick!

I stared in great great fright.

By the age of nine,

I accepted the horrid fact,

she is my mother, no matter what,

*and my sister's getting fat*

When I reached the age of ten,

a monster i was,

Lazy and childish,

my brain was a rust.

Soon, eleven came.

I grew up I guess,

But the monster within me,

still wouldn't rest.

When twelve was here,

and truth be told,

my sisters were evil,

and chaotically bold.

I ran and I dashed,

I fought with my mind,

But they were older and wiser,

I had to resign.

Thirteen was the year,

Where I had much growth.

Physically and mentally,

Man, was I old.

I had a great blast,

At year of fourteen.

I had many weird friends,

Some were really mean.

Alas, I'm fifteen,

A year which really sucks.

I-May is here.

And damn..I can't say**ck.

cheerio~

[[ music ]] acapella
[[ mood ]] thirsty

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