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Friday, December 25, 2009

Merry Christmas everyone!! Although its not very merry for me. Ahh.. Whatever..

♫Stupid people is coming to town♫
Thursday, December 24, 2009

Sorry. Cobwebs on my blog yet? Here's me cleaning it up.

Anyways, just had an argument with my brother. We are not talking. Not exactly.. He's not talking to me. So yes...

Mum's coming home in approximately 20 minutes and I have a feeling that she will know by the time she comes home because my brother is picking her up. And I know how she will come into my room and talk me into apologizing to my brother. I am not sure what I'll do. The last time I actually listened to her. But this time I'm a bit reluctant. What? Don't judge me.

I hate my life. Seriously!

I don't like you. Really I don't like you. And, I'm not referring to my brother..

So yes. My life sucks. I need to go down see the dog because I haven't seen him since I was back coz I ran into my room and cry and then my brother used my room key to unlock my door and tried to persuade me to go into his room where we then started quarreling. And yes. So, there.

Another extra reason to love money.. He lick my tears when I cry.
Friday, December 4, 2009

Me: Mum, I want to shave Money's fur
Mum: -.-"" It'll become rough!
Me: This part *points at Money's buttocks* is rough already
Mum: Later it'll be like pig's fur (zu mao)
Me: -.-"
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