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Thursday, April 28, 2005

damn it.. was happy the whole day, looking forward to a quiet peaceful nite to rest, n my freaking bro spoiled it all. bloody hell... freaking blood boiling like mad... feeling my body heat rising... capillaries bursting soon.. den its the arteries... n soon my whole brain will burst into pieces.. hopefully a piece will fall right smack onto his face, n i make sure he SWALLOWS the whole bloody piece.. damn it.

he clings onto the freaking comp like its his freaking life. bought router for me to use the laptop online at home... but i freaking dunno how to use, wenever i tries, it doesnt work. so? blame me? blame God for creating gals who do not mix wif technology? guys always going arnd... gals dun mix wif technology, gals cant do tis, gals cant do tt. bloody hell.. try giving birth bastards, try controlling mood swings every month, while having to face guys' constant complains, while having to endure the monthly pain. TRY IT! oooh... "tts y i say gals dun mix wif technology" Y? fed up? den bloody hell teach us... tt will end ur freaking misery rite? BASTARDS.

juz for some freaking pics frm his gf, he had to freaking shout at me. told him i've already told her tt i neeta use the comp, tt she understands, he still shouts at me. told him i gotta discuss some matters online, he blamed me for doing it last min. damn.