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Friday, June 1, 2007 // 10:36 PM

SUN TANNING PHOTOS. (:













i think i'm going crazy soon. from all those naggings. damn it.
i'm beginning to miss school. at least i'll have something to do.
miss all those messing ard in sch.
rahhs.
crapp. i feel like staying away from home. if only i have a room, then i'd stay in there all day.
keep say say say. i think he'll send me to woodbridge & not poly or whatever. grr.
have tuition for like only a month before midyear and he thinks i'll pass with flying colours? go find a prodigy as your child then.
so ironic. one moment he was congratulating me for finding a job and the next moment he's telling me not to work. HA HA. where do i find money to spend then? aiya. just take it that i am immature, wilful, stubborn & stupid.
i got nothing to say. and say i'm not happy becos i nv go church? why he nv think it's becos of him that i'm like this. push the blame to me say i nv go church. yeah, if i get a room, a computer, maybe i'll be happy. how funny. he cant be fair in his speech. everytime i say something abt fairness, he's speechless.
forget it!
i shall be happy.
i'm reporting for work tmr.

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