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[[+ Something I've been putting up with. -]] Monday, November 06, 2006
This is gonna be a damn emo post and might be full of vulgarities and my thoughts. You are highly adviced not to read and if you do get offended in the post, blame your kaypohness.

Yesterday night I went to the hello! shop with my parents. Fucking trip. I have no fucking idea why in the 1st place I respected him that much when he takes my respect as shit and my words as lies. We walked less than 10m from my house to the MRT station and he started to fucking scold me. He says I wanna recontract my internet access plan just because I wanted a faster connection to PLAY GAMES. Oh cmon who dont play some games occasionally?! And i wanted to help him save some fucking money because we are paying a fucking $47.25 for a 512kbps plan. That is fucking overkilled and money not worth. When i explained to him, he cant even be bothered. He just said, "Dont lie, want faster plan then say la! Dont need think of these lies to bluff me." Damn then i was trying to control my temper and talked to him nicely, wanting to fucking explain to him the fucking thing about paying so much fucking more for a shit plan. He say, "Then big companies they every 2 yr have to recontract their internet access plan lor?! Dont think I dunno. Aiyah you dont lie to me la. I not stupid." Like fuck. Big companies uses bandwidth and have their own fucking servers. Well I dont mind if you get me a bandwidth and i build my own server. Then I was nice and wanted to put my point across and he just said, "I ask my friend then know liao." Fine. You listen to ur fucking friend and takes my word as lies and refuse to listen to me. Fuck your friend. You think he so good? Company technician only. Whats there to fuck about?! He fucking reinstalled a new OS on my corrupted one and charge over s$100. Who the fuck think he is. And I dare say I am much beter than your fucking bald friend. If not, Wesley sure is.
You commented that I am giving you a black face and isnt pleased. Fuck you. I did not even lose my temper and was trying to be fucking nice and you say i aint please and give you a black face?! Get a fucking life. Do you fucking like to be scolded for no fuck when you are trying to be sensible?! I am sure you dont. And I have been controlling my temper and not flare. I am just giving you a straight face while you are fucking scolding me because of your own fucking beliefs which are pure crap. You expect me to smile when you are scolding me?! And I still remembered when I was in P2, you fucking scolded me and I was smiling away. You gave me a hell of a beating. No way I am gonna let history fucking repeat itself.

Damn I have a father but feels like I have none. The way he look at me, is always full of anger and totally different when he look at my siblings. He scolds me whenever he talks to me. When i reply him, he says I am talking back. When i keep quiet, he says I not happy. There is not a time he talks to me like the way he talks to my siblings. Fuck it.

LovinHer @ 11/06/2006 09:50:00 AM


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