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Thursday, July 20, 2006
Imagine like one word and u're blabbered at. like whathehell lah. its like i simply ask for something small and u go blabbering about it. u think u that good issit. respect. respect. yeah my respect till it goes hard like shit. do i get anything in return? i bet rite one day if ur son jumps down the flat then serves u right. ur demands are like far-fetching. what?! 24-7 studying or what?! shit lah. i really am being nice in not talking back. if i would, i'll grab the knife and definitely stab u. i am already so fcuked up and u made it worst. i need motivational support and there u go blabbering like no one's business.
Well, this is what happens, PARENTS GREAT DEMANDS. they think they're that DAMN good that they can make us walk their failed life. i seriously hate when they start mocking at me although its like a weeny-bit of problem. U SHLD GIVE SUPPORT. NOT BLABBER ALL THE WAY. u think what. i'm not dissapointed issit if i fail any test. its not because i didn't study. its because i find myself to crammed up at hm . call me attention-seeker. but i definitely need it. i feel so small everywhere i go. i am sorry to publicise about u guys, my parents. but i had to. this is where i confide myself.
concerning the previous post, its just a casual thought. it has nothing to do with the ones dead or alive. thanks.
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