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Thursday, September 14, 2006
-9:05 PM
I am utterly frustrated. I can’t use the internet cos there’s problem with the connection. And it’s only with this laptop. Dad says this laptop can only connect to the internet through mum’s school because this laptop belongs to the school. Grr. And he doesn’t allow me to use the home com. That sucks big time cos he thinks i might crash his com. And no msn means no talking. Either I use the phone or msn; but dad has recently acquired the skill of picking from the other line and listening to me chat. It is his way of telling me “hey, you’re busting the phone bill and you know what, I’ll listen to you chat till you feel uncomfortable enough to want to hang up.” That is not very nice, not very nice indeed. Is he depriving me of communication? Tsk. Every now and then, in fact, every time, when I set up the laptop, he starts questioning me on my revision of maths. He then goes on to say about my EYE. Know what? I had chemistry remedial this afternoon, so I came home late, and the minute I stepped into the house, I had a quick bathe and started my EYE revision. Did that till I fell asleep. What do I get now? My dad nagging me to revise and telling a the excuse that I did not revise my maths, thus not allowing me to use internet, and house com?? (He changed the password in the past to get me off msn cos that was the only com I could use then, now I have my mum’s, which apparently, has a TINY problem with that freaking internet.) So what I’m doing now since it’ll be a waste to set up this laptop, do nothing but to shut it down again, I am typing this blog entry on Microsoft Word. I am pissed. PISSED.
Well, let’s talk about school this morn. I couldn’t be bothered with the chem teacher cos she doesn’t give a damn about us either. Quotes “It’s better for y’ll to take combined sciences since your results suck like hell suckers!” Okay, she didn’t exactly say that, but she darn well meant that. Tells us that everyday. It’s good that we have some filtering service in our ears/brains lest we get brainwashed by those horrible, saddening, discouraging…ahh…those bad, bad words. Ali and I drowned our sorrows with Putty cos she was in some sticky situation which she refuses to tell me about cos I know that person that is involved, and instead, she asks advice from my dear friend whom she hasn’t spoken to before. Or even met, maybe once, but just a glimpse. Nice work eh? I’m her good friend and she leaves me in the dark, only to pour out her prob to someone she doesn’t know. Putty is dirty now. Has a bit of erm, leg hair. *Ouch* I was rolling it on my thigh when I left it there (my thigh) to ‘melt’ and I guess it had the effect of Brazilian wax. *OUCH* So there, traces of my leg hair on Putty. And it went through much traumatizing kneading from Ali and me. It was pretty amusing though. The way it drizzled down our fingers like gooey mucus, yet harden as we rolled it up. I’m glad I saw Putty in Toys ‘R’ Us cos it’s my playmate now. Why, I sound totally ridiculous eh? Must be the after-effects of mugging too much.
