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Saturday, May 13, 2006


You're the metaphors I can't create to comprehend this curse that I call love

Sometimes I feel as though home is a place to sleep & have shelter for. I'm getting so sick & tired of quarrelling with them over the same issue. They'd always threaten me; terminate my cellphone, the house phone, lock up the computer switch. Yeh go ahead & take everything away from me. & then slowly you'll see me lesser & lesser in this pathetic home. I'm always trying, but each time I try, you'd simply spoil it. Forget it allright, I guess I've done enough. Enough said, stop repeating the same thing. You're always in the right while I'm always in the wrong.Well, since when was I right? If I have the ability to feed myself, provide for myself, I wouldn't be here anymore. And look at the way we end the whole thing. I'll cry & sob so hard while you & dad keep pointing out everything that you hate about me, keep telling me that I've to change.

Mom, I've tried. Have you? Break that stalk of carnation I bought for you yesterday & dump it into the trash bin. It mean nothing at all.
Happy Mother's Day.
So I guess this year's Mother's Day has got no difference from the past years. Forget it. I hate to try so hard & get nothing in the end.

***
I'm feeling emo once again. Sad songs are playing & I don't wanna cry anymore. I guess I had enough. And since they can take my nonsense no more, fine. And as dad said, I supposed I can't talk to baby tonight. He wanna keep the phone. Fucken irritating. It's pissing the shit outta me. I hate everything, gosh! I'm finishing up the packet of Blackcurrant Hacks I bought the other day @ Hougang Mall together with baby's Sunflower Seeds. I'm so pissed. I wanna watch Lword. I demand for the OC's dvd.

So fucking fucked up.
I'm in a fucking foul mood.

I've sat in from of the comp since I was awake. Which is 12.30pm & which means I've spent.. 9 hours & 15 minutes online. Ugh whatever. That's a random fact. Nique is back, by the way. But she's going MIA on MSN again. Total bitch, I swear. I need to go to the library again. I need to get new books before I bore myself to death at home. Anyhoos, I made two skins up in Blogskins today. I'm starting to let loose. I didn't wanna let anyone know that I make skins in Blogskins 'cos I find it effin' fugly. Even my own gf find that ELLISE girl, who's user is.. imperfections*. She changed her user already, I heard. But whatever. I was saying that my layouts are so fugly that my own gf doesn't use them, yeh it's true. I doubt she even view them.

There're like insects flying around the room. Damn! It's coming from the fucken window, which happens to be right beside me. Yuck & I feel so fucken itchy.

Feelings fading? I hope not. :(
You're still the one..

Cheryl, you have me okay?! (:
Nique, you too. :)


7 days to 20th [:[:[:
Exactly a week!! (:
I can't waitttttttt. :D





Stuck in the shadows of my mistakes.
<3.


7:49 PM
Mend this broken thing./
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