Sunday, September 23, 2007

ANOTHER POST!

my hands and fingers are just so frozen
i cant even do my math ):
i'll do it in the morning then.
i will and i must! :D
go me.



person one:
you know i dont exactly normally do this but whatever. that stupid cheena maggot loser is just the stupid cheena maggoty loser she is. but it's okay, okay? you still have us. we're like your family too! and it's his birthday today. (ALI'S CHICKEN PALACE AND MUTHU'S CURRY PLACE.) i was serious about the ali and the muthu thing by the way. and you'll pass english better than me lah omg. it dosent matter where you're from okay! and you cannot care about what he thinks of your grades. it's your grades leh. you know how many times i failed right? but you dont see me crying or anything. only when it's super bad or whatever. but i got used to it, they were my grades. it was my fault i failed nearly everything, but i made myself "work harder". and i passed, one or two. but still i passed okay! and you know how happy i was. and your grades to me, are just perfect okay. as long as i pass all my subjects, i'm happy. you dont care about what he thinks okay! eh come on lah. he's so blur can. he said HE used to play netball. tsk. so he obviously dosent know what netball is and he dosent know the englishy standardy thingy is here. so you dont sad k! YOU MUST SMILE AND TALK MORE IN SCHOOL, I DONT CARE. (i doubt i made any sense :/)


person 2:
i know he's older but you dont always have to pick on me. you called me a bitch, and you scold me for no reason. and you think that he's some angel. hello, he's a useless sloth can. i do everything you ask me to do, i get scolded. he dosent do anything mind you. all he does is just lie there and sleep. and he eats and he goes out. i had to clean the dog's shit okay. and you know they're partly his too. and all he does is pet them every once in awhile. and he has attitude problems and i dont see you scolding him for it. so what if he eats more than me. so what if the arteries below his eyes are redder than mine. so what if he's more muscular and fatter than me. it dosent give you the right to control my diet, my life, and even what i think. you dont even belong in my family. you have a different last name. and i dont intend on changing mine to yours, thank you very much. i swear i will never ever accept you into my family. because you cant take the place of my dad. though he's in heaven now, you have no right to scold me, you have no right to do anything to me. i appreciate what you've done for us. but please, do you really think you could take the place of my father? if you say yes, oh man you're so wrong. my dad raised me up. until i was 6 or 7. i didnt know what was going on. i didnt want to see him on his deathbed. i refused, because i was scared. i was scared that i'd disappoint him, even though i've done nothing. but i knew he loved me. maybe even more than you've ever loved your own daughter. the love he gave me was what you cannot give me ever in my lifetime. face it.


person 3:
you're stopping me from being with my friends. do you know that they're more like family to me? do you know that they care much more than you do? do you know that they know me a lot better than you do? i guess not. because you've always made me seem like i'm not your own. though i am but whatever. all you care about is them two. never me. even when i was sick, you gave me medicine. you brought me to see the doctor. but compared to when they were sick and how you cared for them, mines just different. you've never treated me the same way like you used to when i was still young. and i doubt you ever will.


i bloody cried while typing the last two.
goodnight.



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