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i'm sorry. i really am.*SOB SOB*
Thursday, June 22, 2006 @ 9:23 pm

just a warning, this is goin to be e a very long entry.
and to my girls, a billion apologies for all the inconvenience caused.
i miss u all like shit. ya. maybe next week we shall meet.

when i grow up and having kids and all, i wanna make sure i make them happy and make them feel i'm the best mum in the whole wide world.
don't have to ask me la how my day went.
i guess u guys can tell its really sucky.
i read 2 books.
-someone like you by sarah dessen
-a walk to remember-nicholas sparks

dunno why i'm reading anyway. bored to death.
then my brothers cheered me up.
i know u guys will think its boring, cos we played scrabble la.
but i dunno y my lil bros are being extra sweet today.
i love them.
and of cos i din talk to my mum at all.
and she bought me ice cream as some kind of peace offering.
look.
i'm not a 5yr old ok where u buy me icecream and i'll stop crying.
i'm 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9.................17!
for goodness sake mama, 17yrs old!
treat me like 1. a 17yr old girl.

i'm just out of words la. so many things i wanna let out at the same time, but i dunno how to say it la.
so forget it la.

girls usualy look up to their mums as their idol. i duno. watsoever.
but for me, its hard la.
i dunwan to be like u.
ur very not supportive of ur kids.(or perhaps i shall just say me)
u din congratulate me when i got my psle results
u din congratulate me wen i got my Os results.
wat do u say instead? itu je?
kau... i worked hard like shit and u say itu je?
ur always never satisfied la.
wat i know i did my best to impress u k. u and abah.
but u just dun appreciate wat i do for u.
i know u din wan a daughter in the 1st place.
u dun realy like it when u found out that ur 1st child is a girl.
well fuck that.
live with all my shitness k.
whether u like it or not.

haiz.

i am sad.



played around with the camera tadi, and here are the results.






the girlfriends.
We're unique in our own way,
and we need nobody to judge;
'cause nobody knows us better than ourselves.

chat.



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