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Sunday, July 13, 2008
my mother should win an award. like, seriously. something like.. i dunno. most emotionally draining person. or lets see. most petty adult. or hmm. miss personality. or something. and ill be there screaming and cheering the loudest when she receives it. ohmygod like seriously. grow up. or shut up. or both. yes both would be good. like whaaaaat the helllll. threatening to throw away my tomatoes (which i bought with my last couple of dollars). or taking my phone and probably wondered what to do with it in the middle of the night so returned it in the morning but not in the same location. come on lah. dont pretend youre doing me a favour by removing it from the floor can. i was charging it. like, whatever. id be really happy if we had a i dont disturb you you dont disturb me thing. that would be great, really. until im able to move out.
my mother is like, amazing, i tell you. do not, ever, show that you want/or need something. like something physical, or money, or a favour, or anything, really. because once she realises that then shell use that as a bargaining chip. listen to me, or else. do this, or else. case in point. the tomatoes. like hello? she knows im close to broke lah. she didnt throw them away in the end, thank goodness. case in point. getting lifts in school. until i kept on pointing out to her that she was being stupid. (didnt use that word though) besides, id rather be late for school or not go to school at all rather than giving you something else to prod me into doing what you want the next time. i guess hence the rather poor showing in school on some days heh. yes i think ignoring each other is a much better option.
11:47 am
gail.
loves anything new
gets caught up in causes, events, loves
but doesn't do anything about them.
professes to be a supporter of the green movement
but leaves the lights on
disapproves of mcdonalds
but eats there anyways.
godwise, the jury's still out.
schoolwise, fass rocks my socks
but why do i have like a ton of work to do?
familywise, i guess theyre/its great
we just need to figure out what to do around each other?
freindswise, hey you guys are awesome.
blogwise, realises that the profile section is crappy
but doesn't know how else to fill up the space.
