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ChristopherTanJinde
Melody accompanied by the story sounded, You do not reveal an extraordinary biography of. Angels at dawn to come at night, Wake-up is full of wonders the fate of.
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Friday, August 22, 2008 @ 1:25 AM

!alwaysyoursforever

fuck la..knn...ccb...scram la...

mom was at home the wwwhhoollee day desperately trying to keep me from playing the computer...lame rite?? i mean, i cant blame them, after all, they were NEVER proud to have me as their son anyway...

i think when they saw no reaction from me for the past few hours, they thought they must try harder to piss me off so everytime i step into the my room mum would call me like as though calling a dog, den i have to come out answer 1 stupid 'question' of hers which is not exactly a question den of coz i go back to my room do my things mah...den she call me again! i was like what the fuck la...den listen her scolding herself over the shares she bought like a lunatic...

den she start scolding me, i simply walked off...cant tolerate her behaviour...realli feel like calling institue of mental health to come and bring her away lor...driving all of us nuts also...den came dad also another good-for-nothing...i was sleeping in my room den he just came back from work , ignore me, ON my room light and ON the bloody stupid laptop just to gamble...he dun feel a sense of shame, even i feel shameless to have a dad like him...watch anime dun know how times must come into my room what the fuck la...wanna see what i do...got any idea what is privacy or not?? i realli feel like making a list of dos and donts and plaster them on my room door sia...

want me go down office is not that difficult actually as long as there things there need to be done but there isnt...i go down office only use eye power nia, see u all do filling and submit online WP applications...getting paid is another thing-u cant even afford to pay yourself, how to pay me? if u wanna compare sons, lets compare parents- other people parents let them do what they want, go where they wanna go, on top of that ask them come to work and pay them some more!! ask yourself: have u realli been a good parent?? even the words i talk also have to be careful chosen before leaving my mouth...

anyways, tis my hidden heaven. where all my anger and hatred comes out. nobody knows i hide it inside...its getting late already...good nites and take care...need to sleep and get rest for my marathon...