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Thursday, October 13, 2005


i'm back. just felt like posting. well, went bowling just now. with jon, qiyao, valerie, hafiz and shihui. quite great games ah. had loadz of fun. just that something happened. that's all. oh well. we split up, at the bus stop, with val, jon and shihui going to her house to watch house of wax, and qy and hafiz and me making out separate ways home. well, don't ask why i didn't go over alright.

looking back at the times when we just met, its just different. i dunno who's at fault now, and i don't wanna end up having to blame, OR having to be blamed. its just that i just take it anymore. i don't wanna elaborate no more, cause u know what this friendship means to me. so yeah, if u think its my fault, then sorry yeah?

dad just got home. feeling damn sad or whatever it is now. its like. its always my fault you know? just cause i'm like the only one at home nowadays, i always get blamed for whatever that is wrong. for example, i heated up rice in the rice cooker. dad saw, he went like, 'why did you cook some more rice?!' like what the hell, i HEATED up rice for US to eat, not cook them ya know. then again, i'll think back on what i've done in the past. i always get blamed for things i swear i didn't do. i just hate it when he thinks he's always right. like the other time when there was a stain on my uniform, he scolded me cause i couldn't explain about it. i swear it came from the iron that was used to iron it alright. its not that i have never used the iron before okay. i just know that sometimes, the iron releases some i duhnoe what they call it. and thus, it leaves a stain on the fabric that is bring ironed. and the other time, after the meet-the-parents session, i got scolded for not having any interest to study. oh well. i just don't know what to think yeah. i try my best to get the best results, cause i care. but to you? i just go to school for the sake of going. when i chat on msn, i'm chatting with a i don't know who bf. see? it just hurts me.

well, i don't mind if anyone sees this. but no offence dad. screw me if u wanna. i'm glad that i have a place to throw out my problems. peace.

farah k.


sung at 6:07 PM

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