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Sunday, December 31, 2006 { 9:01 PM }

how do the words pissed and angry speak to you?

hmph. so irritated.
my father has gone bonkers.
and i mean it.
i'm super angry right now.

lets listen to my little story right now, kay?
in the morning, my crazy little sister had a mood swing.
and i swing-ed until now.
temperamental for a 10-going-on-11 year old kid, huh?
then when we were going to my grandparents' house, (pardon me, i have problems with punctuation =/)
had a stupid "conversation"
which obviously turned into an argument.
so her MOOD SWING obviously went REALLY serious.
she literally scratched me on my hand.
want have a real live picture?
look for me at school and i'll be more than welcome to show how i'm abused at home, by my KID sister.

pow-der-ful.
then my father SCOLDED me for blocking her with my hands.
PROBLEM la, its a natural reaction, whats more, you don't expect me to let myself be a victim of "sister-abuse" right?
retarded. he scolded me until i cried.
that was when my wonderful grandma took charge.
he wanted to CANE me.
CANE me for defending myself.
what does he think i am?
a little KID?
FYI, i'll be turning FOURTEEN on the EIGHTH OF FEBRUARY TWO OH OH SEVEN.
FOURTEEN.
and he see's me like a little kid.
sickening, really.
i stomped inside a random room and cried.
yes i know.
embarrassing for a grown thirteen year old to cry in front of her
-mother
-idiotic father
-brother
-uncle
-aunty
-grandma
-grandpa

but could i help it?
it was plain injustice.
SICK I TELL YOU, SICK.

anyway, that was when i sms-ed MANY MANY people.
actually, only three la.
those are the three i know who will comfort me, but not side with me.
weiting, sheryl and hongzhang, THANKYOU(:
actually, hongzhang replied first.
what he said made me cry even more.
he said "think of your real Father"
thanks alot.
both ways, for making me cry worse and for comforting me.
sheryl, i love you too xD
weiting, yes i know):
sad case.

thankyou for comforting me.
and making me cry even more.
actually, all of them made me cry worse.
looked freaky after crying.

MORAL OF THE STORY:
do not talk to your father(unless necessary), especially unreasonable ones, like mine.
do NOT, do NOT cry, for those who are extremely image conscious.

enough already.
i can't go for countdown today):
my mother wouldn't fetch me back.
WAHHHHHHHS

i'll see you guys at SCHOOL then.
i'm half excited, half reluctant.
maybe its just mixed feelings, of all sorts.
why? cos i dread to think about who will be our science teacher.
and our teachers.
and something you NEED NOT KNOW

but on the plus side
i think i'll look forward to more parades and more DRILL.
ruth, i know you'll kill me.
LOVES, i can't wait for LTC.
and there'll be more DRILL
wheeees!~
look above for my post on new year's resolutions.