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February 14, 2010
Midnight Valentine 289

Usually whenever this day come, I wud be the first one to hop around like kangaroo,
the 30th day, where family had their reunion dinner.

Morning sucks, why?
Because I still hafta attend the tuition at PG, if it weren’t MTK, I wud have skipped.
Yesterday’s lesson gotta be the worst, first thing is,
I dun like the teacher and the subject
Is so-so, Physics should be fun, but since he’s the teacher, then haiyaa..

First of all thing, he got here 10 minutes late. Second,
out of nowhere, he gave us paper sheets which is so hard without even entertaining questions,
third, he went outside mostly and came back 20 minutes after.
One of my friend saw him drinking coffee and relaxing in the teacher’s hall.
This is outrageous.

I declare a change of teacher, this is so fuckin frustrating.
The weather’s really freakin HOT*
What’s with the weather these days?
Sooner or later, I’m gonna be a roast goat.

My mom was so busy with I dunno what stuffs, hardly even breathe though.
This is my time to be a filial boy I suppose,
my mom asked me to carry some rice bags and
Cans which weighs. But my brother was busy chatting in MSN,
but my mom just said, since ur brother is a guest, so let him rest.

He doesn’t even seem tired at all, WTF?
Favoritism, that’s what I hate about my mom.
After doing those tiring chores, I was filled with perspiration.

Stole my brother’s phone and upload all his songs to my laptop afterwards,

since he won’t even let me touch his damn phone, even if I begged on knees.
Gladly he didn’t notice it, maybe he was busy chatting.


Distance hearts when rejoined as one,may find the light within
6:57 AM.