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Thursday, April 16, 2009
able to do nothing is the worst thing that is done.
this blog is a quiet place where things are said. hidden from adults. maybe not many friends came, but still, i must type out what i want to say. because life at home is tiring. lost in reality isnt a very nice thing. reflecting in lonely nights are so not fun too. but what to do. lying alone on the bed. not in mood to chat on msn, to watch video, to talk on phone. staring at the ceiling, hoping to find something to guide me through. seems like korkor has found something to do. although he's just 2 years older. shouldnt i be doing something too? or at least, get some earning. i learnt not to rely on anyone, but i am still, relying on my parents, for money, for food, for the fees of my driving lessons.
finally finished all the lesson required for theory in bbdc. fte booked. it'll be ftt soon. (: hope nothing will go wrong. ntss for the next two days. i still hv so many things to do. so so many. but there is no more time. why are my time so restricted by the adults?! dad is in china, again. back on sat.
-currently addicted to Utada Hikaru's first love-
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this blog is a quiet place where things are said. hidden from adults. maybe not many friends came, but still, i must type out what i want to say. because life at home is tiring. lost in reality isnt a very nice thing. reflecting in lonely nights are so not fun too. but what to do. lying alone on the bed. not in mood to chat on msn, to watch video, to talk on phone. staring at the ceiling, hoping to find something to guide me through. seems like korkor has found something to do. although he's just 2 years older. shouldnt i be doing something too? or at least, get some earning. i learnt not to rely on anyone, but i am still, relying on my parents, for money, for food, for the fees of my driving lessons.
finally finished all the lesson required for theory in bbdc. fte booked. it'll be ftt soon. (: hope nothing will go wrong. ntss for the next two days. i still hv so many things to do. so so many. but there is no more time. why are my time so restricted by the adults?! dad is in china, again. back on sat.
-currently addicted to Utada Hikaru's first love-
<3