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Never the girl-next-door,I carry this normal plain and boring look wherever I go. The laziness in me is a bug, it eats away my motivation to dress up like a sophisticated queen. My hatred for shopping is undeniable, I hate that turn-off feeling when I have to force myself to not buy something i really like because of the ugly price tag. Although i am not an angel, I am thankful that I blend in like a chamelon because nobody is an angel.

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Thursday, June 4, 2009 @ 7:53 PM
Mum pulled me out from bed early this morning for some PR renewing crap. I've only had 5 hours of sleep.
Sp we headed off to ICA. Whatever, i thought i there because i was able to help, i was able to do SOMETHING.
But all my dad and mum wants me to do is just sit there and WAIT. i MEAN, just wait while they do everything themselves, when me myself just sat there and WAIT for them. It's so meaningless to sit there and do nothing alright, at least i won't be so pissed if i was able to help. Because, what's the point of wasting my time to go there when all i do is nothing?

That already pissed me off already. Next, my dad wants me to go to school with him to take some letter that certifys I'm studying in Ngee Ann Sec. I TOLD him i can't get to school without my uniform's on. And he kinda screamed at me in public again and force me to go with him, and say things like he doesn't know how to go. As if he is a 3-year-old kid who doesn't know how to take a taxi, a bus, or an MRT.

So i just went to school, from lavender to tampines, a whole of 20 min. As predicted, I can't even step into the school. The anger that i swallowed that morning came all up again because i hate to spend my time to go somewhere and DO NOTHING.

So i just went to Tmart to have lunch alone. I wanted to go to michelle's house but it's inconvenient for her so i just went to the library to rot my life away.

I hate my father for putting me in this crap and can still scream at me when i just reached home, which is now. Can you imagine wasting a good-weathered thursday for nothing and still get scolded by that rotten-bitch?

Now some weird-exotic teacher has to add oil to fire and call me to go to school tomorrow to take the papers. How can she not tell my maid specifically who she is, what kind of papers to take, and what time?
So she just expect me to go to school tomorrow and sit there for the papers to fly to me? So she just expect me to go to school tomorrow like a headless fly searching for the mystery teacher? What's wrong today!?

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