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i want to dance beside a frozen lake :: where the snowflakes gently fall from the sky :: the hair swaying in the chilly wind :: as the still moments of the winter everning :: is enlightened by me ::

My Contradictions.

- SEVENTEEN yet EIGHTEEN.
- SOPHISTICATED yet SIMPLE.
- WILD yet TAME.
- CRAZY yet NORMAL.
- BITCHY yet KIND.
- SLUTTISH yet DEMURE.
- FRANK yet SHY.
- CHILDISH yet MATURE.
- DEVILISH yet ANGELIC.
- NARCISSISTIC yet SELFLESS.
- CONFUSED yet SURE.
- FICKLE yet CONSISTENT.
- SELFISH yet GIVING.
- FIERCE yet GENTLE.
- ANNOYING yet LOVABLE.
- HEARTLESS yet SENTIMENTAL.
- SCHEMING yet NAIVE.
- LAZY yet HARDWORKING.
- RETARDED yet INTELLIGENT.
- IGNORANT yet KNOWLEDGEABLE.
- UNFEELING yet CARING.
- SLOPPY yet TIDY.
- IMAGINATIVE yet REALISTIC.
- PESSIMISTIC yet OPTIMISTIC.
- INTROVERTED yet EXTROVERTED.


My Loves.

- ME.MYSELF.I.
- MONEY.
- COMPUTER.
- HAND PHONE.
- CAMERA.
- CHILDREN.
- MIRRORS.
- MAKE UP.
- BITCHING.
- GOSSIPING.
- CRITICIZING.
- SLACKING.


My Hates.

- BEING BROKE.
- BEING SCOLDED.
- BEING BACKSTABBED.
- EMPTY VESSELS.
- HYPOCRITES.
- REPEAT OFFENDERS.
- COMPUTER BREAKDOWN.

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Tuesday, May 10, 2005


hey kids.this is pg rated.please request for ur mother or father to accompany you.this entry may contain violent scenes.


lol?jk lahhs.i where got so bad go scare lil kiddies?anw.mum's home today.she'll be home from now on.lyk omg?this morn suddenly tel me "i quitted my job".i was lyk "wad?!".so i guess i'll get plenty of "motherly love" from now on huh?


hey y not ask daddy to quit his job as well.better still,i quit sch.craps.my room is so gonna be out of bounds.yada yada yada.dun give a shit.she'll eventuallie find another job when we fight almost everyday again.


she intends to pack up my room tmr.holy fuck?no!!argh.ok wadeva.we'll just have another fight again.we almost had 1 just nw anw.doesnt reali matter anymore huh?so i had to lyk go home early today?i actuallie wanted to wait for dearr.but she insisted tt she go to the bus stop[at my hse] cuz it was raining.so even if i did meet him.it would be worthless.


haiz.i'm back to being a prisoner again.i wonder wad happened ytd?all i knew was she walked right outta tt office door and swore not to go back.how the hell is she gonna find another job with her current condition?i mean she's lyk 46?no 1 wants old ladies these days.pro.


so crap.she's not gonna bath in the morning anymore.which means i cant call dearr.great.just great.wonderful.it also means he cant send me home anymore.fuck.fuck.fuck.who's that bitch/bastard hu made her angry!i wana chop him/her up!!asshole.


i almost overslept today.kept pressing the snooze button.but i still got up at 430 to study chem.for 15mins and bumped back to slp.and i continued slping til mum woke me up at 645.aint i a pig?i watch desperate hsewives ytd nite.tt's y i was so tired this morn.


got nth to say bout my exams today.hmms.ok i do have sth to say.1 word.HAIZ.esp amaths.every qn or so i'm lyk
"wad?",
"huh?",
"waddahell?",
"????!!!!!!",
"-_-??".
how wonderful can amaths get?i am in such deep shit?wad if i have to drop??!!!!!NO!!!!!!!!!!chem was better.although i almost got stuck at electrolysis.which was supossingly my best chapter.craps.


tmr is emaths 2 and mt 2.mt.haiz.decided not to stress myself by studying liao.i admit my chinese sucks.it's a well known fact.it's a proven fact.it's as true as saying "i'm reading this entry." fine i'm shittish.so u're reading an entry written by a shittish person.dont tt make u shittish?


see i told u.u need ur mummy or dada to be here with u.c wad happens when u dont listen to the da jie jie?have u learnt ur lesson?



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