in school now.
cant use com for like324547638942756837 years.
dad banned me. wth.
nvm, i shall blog here in school.
miss someone so much. bahhh. so many days nvr tok le.
i am so dissapointed in dad.
oh well, dont talk about him.
the carnival was pretty good.
except that. things happen.
i dunno what happen but yea.
around 3+, yvonne's face was kicked by a malay guy.
so i went up to find some people.
when i go back down, she is still down there, so i grabbed her hand to take her out.
the hand is so cold, so hard and so rough--like a tree that kinda rough.
i knew it was not her. den i say "erm i go get help". then i went up.
i go back down, she wasnt dere already.
around 4+, i felt chest pain more unbearable than the first one. i think i black-out.
when i woke up i was crying and crying, uncontrollably.
until now, no one wanna tell me.
grace said i was drawing. ying ting said i was screaming whenever someone talk to me.
wth.
i aint scared. its just disturbing.
boo. hate dad. everytime i try to forgive him, he made me hate him.


there are people who dont believe i did my best and there are people who believe me.
i did my best in all the test, but many people dont believe.
so what can i do? i just let them say. since i talk so much, and they dont believe me.
i surrender to them everytime, i am tired of it. i am really tired of it.
why dont you just let me die, instead of not aborting me and planned to torture me.
you should have aborted me that time, like what you thought of before.
then i wont suffer like this. and you dont know how much i've been through.
i'm not tired because of masturbating once or twice a month.
i'm tired cuz you two MUM AND DAD, dont gimme a break in life.
i'm tired. i'm depressed. and i wont ever tell you what happen to me.
as i have said in my friendster profile,
i am an enigma.
you wont know what i will be doing next.
NEVER.
i'm sick and tired of those words.
you dont let me go out play. you dont let me use com.
you want me study. i did at school, revise at school, you dont believe.
i never study you want me to study, i go study you dont believe.
i am sick of it. very sick of it.
i am tired of it. very tired of it.
i need a break. maybe forever, maybe not.
i dont know.
if its forever, prepare not to see me tmr already.
if its not, then leave me alone. dont talk to me, dont touch me.
fuck.

mrs oon talked to me today.
and i am happy that she cares.
and i am happy that you dont.
fuck.
i dont give a damn.