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Thursday, January 04, 2007

sometimes i really uber duber wished i had an older brother. ive been wishing for that since i was ten. but thats like totally immpossible. but i just cant help it. not an older sister either. an older brother. and a nice one too. someone to sorta take care of me. teng wo. and to take the blame for all the stuff. hahas. he could teach me stuff too. instead of me teaching the BRAT. hmph. anyways then i wont be the scapegoat anymore. i dont know why. but parents always. or at least TEND to. blame the older kid. like my granma. if my brother picks up a bad habit. its always. "must be you teach him one right? never set a good example." like escuse me. he picks those up from school okay. its not like i teach him those. why should i. herhs. and they ALWAYS pian xin the younger child. like today. i wanted to watch this show. for only one hour. i cant. why. cos my mum wants to watch hers. but of cos she wont admit it. she just hides behind the escuse that school has started. yar. school has started. for two days. like hello. didnt the BRAT just use the computer for what. three hours. now wheres the fairness in that. ok. when i just swallow it and go to the room to sulk. the BRAT comes in. and bounces on my bed. while im on it trying to write. so then my handwriting goes up and down and up and down. i ask him to stop. he stops. ten seconds later hes doing it again. thens when i start to scream. i cant help it. you try it. being all moody and stuff. trying to mind your own business writing or drawing. then this THING comes in and disrupts the peacefulness. its not like i didnt warn him. it was pretty obvious i was moody. with the black face and the ignoring. so its either he cant take a hint or just plain stupid. i think its the later one. anyway thats when my mum comes over asking whats wrong with me. damn. i hate all this. why is everybody soo freaking not understanding. what a way to start the year. damn.
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