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`HELLO... Cheerio
Thursday, April 13, 2006

do i have parents? i dont think so. "my mum". once she comes home she scold. what the hell. treated friends to bowling games. just 12 dollars for them. thats not alot right. its like. heeelllloooo. 12 dollars. she says she is rich. and yet she is scolding me for letting my friends play so many games. what the hell is this? how often do they get to bowl? what. 3rd time only? while me, about a 100th time? what the fuck is this man. fuck her. what she complains is all about money. money and more money. telling me and my brother how important money is. and 12 dollars. my friends are so happy. but, she , so stingy. she says. you want money, just take. she is rich enough. i believe she spends more then 12 on a friend right. and how often do i even get to treat them? to let them just enjoy? money. money. money. yes, i know it is important. but, she just wants to get into our mind how important money is. i mean. so parents tell their children how important money is? nope. they dont. what the use telling us? ohhhhh. she cares about money sooooo much. gosh. and what, she wants me to go to church. when i want, she doesnt want. when i dont want. she wants me to go. why is she like that? i have made a conclusion. i have no family members. the only one is my brother. he who cares, understands, listen to me. not my parents. thus, i have no parents. my home is only a place for me to sleep, eat, get scolded, study. i cant have peace here. no peace for me. my brother call them the retards. yes, i do agree. especially "my mum". ohhhhh. my brother is my one and only kin. this family. i cant communicate well with any one of them except my brother. through the years of fights, quarrels and stuff, i finally know that my brother is my only kin. my one and only one. i just dont know why i dont feel at home without my brother. i cant voice any comments or any thing at home. we are defiant to "our parents". we only listen to each other, stick to each other, care for each other. i dont feel "my parents" love at all. sigh.. money. thats the cause i guess. busy, we are as we grow up. time at home gets lesser. time with parents also get lesser. but, time with my brother actually increases. i was actually touched by him. he told me to go to university. so he can take care of me. after 2 years of army, we enter university together. any one bully me, he will get him for me. touched. last night, we were talking half way. and i told him i had a test today. he scolded me for staying up so late and told me to sleep. yeah. thats my brother for you. i thank the Lord for my beloved brother. love him to bits. take care every one. happy Good Friday. God bless.

6:24 PM

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