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Friday, March 10, 2006
8:18 PM

rahhhhhhh!

marks for CA1.
eng- B4;; 64 (fcuk.)

chi- C5;; 58 (OMG?! I PASSD. lols.)

sci- A1;; 75 (culdnt been better!)
math- A1;; 89 (soooo nt happy wif myself. flunkd one of e tests. dammit)

Hist- B4;; 61 (fcuk.)
Lit- A1;; 77 (2nd in cls! whoohooo.)

D&T- A1;; 76 (booo. did bad!)
Hme econs- A2;; 73 (no. non. niet. -.-)
Art- A1;; 75 (bloody disappointed.)

wad i hate most. is that wen i get home, all my parents can do is give hurting remarks. without a thot of my feelgs. a child's childhood depends greatly on their parents. it is not how their frens treat them, but in truth, what they grow up hearing frm their parents den ultimately shapes the way they think of themselves. not what they truly are.

i came hme tired but happy wif my marks cos no matter wad they were, i worked hard to achieve what i got. hoping that for once, there would be a word of compliment, or at least a smile. but no, everytime that feelg is always crushed n batterd.

cos no matter wat. no matter how.
i'll never be good enough. im just some work-horse for u. no matter wat, there is no pleasing ANY OF U. --why shld i make time to please u, if u dont even make time to see me. m i rly ur child?

its like fine forget it. everythg for me that was 'i work so hard to gif u so many things' quoted frm u, is yes. u worked hard. but was it meant for me, from ur heart? or am i just some porcelain doll waiting for u to dress me up infront of others, and empty inside with no heart, no soul. wen cracked u simply piece me back together n repaint me putg another dress on me. simply a pretty face where u dont care bt the crack inside. cos u dont care.

i dont wna care. thats the way im to grow up isnt it.
fine. whatever.

wistful thinking]]