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Saturday, September 06, 2008
8:52 am Fuuuuck.

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I'm in a super not good mood now.

Why ?.
Cos, I feel so not-trusted.
DaamnFuckshit.

You're making me feel like shit.
I dont feel like going tuition.
I dont feel like walking out of my room.
I dont feel like even waking up.

See what happened,
Mummy: Eh, when school reopen, I take away your phone every night.
Me: Why!
Mummy: I dont believe you everynight never talk on phone one.
Me: You never even see me talk on phone what.
Mummy: Your bill 3000 min plus, you say never .
Me: Whatever lah.
Mummy: If you never use, you care me take your phone for what ?.
Me: Take lah!

Now, I dont feel like talking to my parents.
I dont feel like seeing them.
And my mum's bombarding me with questions.
Like what's wrong with talking on the phone ?.
It doesnt affect me in any way.

Yes, you talk about radiation and causes cancer and stuffs.
At the most, I'll just die lah.

Sometimes, talking to my friends is way better then talking to you all.
All you talk about is Money, SchoolResults, Nag & Ask me to off the computer.


You say what trust and stuffs.
Truth is, you dont even trust me.



I wish my parents can be more understanding.
I wish they aren't so strict.

And I still cant post pictures.
It's driving me mad, crazy, bonkers.

Fuck.

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