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Friday, November 16, 2007

spent today doing class blog and sitting in front of the com..haha i got life ok
4pm left house to meet cs n sherman
4.20pm back home
didnt meet at all..in just 20mins my mind did some weird things
the top up machine eat up my card at that time
make me no mood?haha..
feel bad!!

yesterday on the bus i chat with the baby all the way back home
his name is IZZACK..or IZZAC or IZZJACK
haha cannot really hear properly
but he very very cute..and he laughed so easily
bet he was enjoying life..
and he keeps saying he is a girl and i am a boy!

lala really anyhow post..
first time i am feelin hungry!

mich:tired n hungry!


yay ate dinner ready,ready to use the com all over gain!
my mama talk to my brother and i over the dinner
think her words brought me thinking so much that i duno how to answer to her questions and words..
she dint know whether to go korea for a holiday with my papa and company not cos she worried about us being left alone in singapore.
and my brother gt quite agitated and said bout us not being 3 years old kids
and my mama said sth like cos she was a mother and its her instinct
to take care of us, and that in her eyes we will always be little children
so that's explain why she would always call us at night to ask her where we are,what time are we coming home and all those nagging words that were actually brimming with concern.
was feeling really bad that day when she smsed me and said that i was overboard and think myself as a big shot for having my grandmother to wait up for me o go her house.
really guilty.like i know she meant well but i can never show her that i know she meant well
all i do was to complain or to grumble and shout back at her.
she is just doing what mothers will do.
and i guess if i informed her where i am going and all those,she wouldn't have to call me to check up on me.
however, always the case, no matter how guilty i am or how much i would want to control myself to treat her better, i cannot.
would end up talking loudly to her and all those. that's cos she is such a pushover.
no matter how badly we talk to her, she can still bear with us...
mothers are great.
lucky i haven't reach the age to be a mother, cannot imagine how badly i will treat my children.
and how will i ever accept my children talking back at me?
and now i am goin to face a big problem..
my mama just told me bout my handphone bill..
DIE
and she's going to get scoldings from my father yet gain..
bill rise above $100 le..$114.84 to be exact
1792 smses
how much will my father complain to her about my bill?
who am i to ask her to spend so much on my handphone bills too?

just what am i doing?
who am i to let my mama deserve all these?



sorry mama..


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