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Sunday, October 14, 2007

Weekends were great with ur accompany. Friday was issac's bday celebration and we had helluva fun with all the forfeits and dares. I'm back to my childhood days suddenly where laughters are heard everywhere. Issace had the wATErfall sabo from all of us.. Its like.. a must for the grp in their bdays. Stayed over baby's place on friday night though my initial plan was to let him have his ample rest while I'm home Sleeping. SAturday was great too.. with wii games entertainment again. My hand aches so badly now.. BUT Hahha.... muscles ARE PROTRUDING on my arms. Du du du...! Went to his fren's chalet and then Lionel Koh came with presents.. and.. we went to watch Mr woodcock. DUMB SHOW!

I felt rather pissed now. I hate myself at times. Yes.. though I may have the nicest and most WONDERFUL BOYFREN but apart from that. I just hate everything. I hate my dad.. I simply dun understand.. I'm already 21... why can't I just have the freedom to do what I want. Why must I report every single thing to you? I dun mind telling u the truth at times.. but the question u shoot me back and the reprimands u give me just gave me the shivers whenever I tells the truth. I dun understand.. Why is it that my sis can have her freedom during my age and yet I can't.

My mum is getting on my nerves too. She's over suspicious and I hate it so much when she nags the same STORY over and over again.

Still.. I loves her lot... but just.. CAN I HAVE A BREAK? I'm so in need of moving out of this stinky home. I wanna have my own life... FUCK!

The only way to forget all this pain.. is when I'm out. The more I splurge, the happier I am. But when I'm home.. EVERYTHING COMES BACK TO NORMAL. Why are parents such a BORE. I'm sure my dad is not worried my safety.. but more like.. being a CHAUVINIST dad.

AHhh... I wanna move out... FAST!!!!




Sunday, October 14, 2007