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Saturday, June 14, 2008, 4:27 PM

the very well-known superstition, friday the 13th brings you bad luck.
everything goes wrong on this day.
i usually brush it off by laughing at the stupidity of people who believe in this.
till yesterday.

how can it be that someone stays happy for half of the day, and cries for the rest of the night.

everything started off fine in the morning.
went to school, had a fruitful FYP discussion.
rushed to Plaza Sing to meet my friends to watch Narnia.
spend the rest of the day with a certain friend till it was time to head back home.
wasn't sure what got into me that made me smile to myself till i reached home.
i knew that people around me were all staring at me. but i couldn't care less about what they thought of me. i was just too happy and couldn't stop myself from smiling.

everything changed when i stepped into the house.
i knew something was wrong the moment i stepped in.
it's just one of the rare moments where the aura around the house tells you something very wrong had happened or is going to happen.

true enough.
the night ended on the wrong note.
my handphone got confiscated. so as for my brothers' handphones too.
more other issues that were raised and shall not be discussed here.

i wish i could i just speak up and tell you.
your assumptions are wrong. don't throw your words because you don't know what will happen in the future. you may think that i might abandon you just like that.
you have mistaken and misjudged your own blood.
if you think that it might happen, blame yourself that you haven't brought us up in the right way. for these 19 years, you have been my role model, i follow your footsteps and all you can say is that. i'll abandon you? i can't defend myself right now for all the words that you throw at me. i'll prove you wrong one fine day. trust me.
it doesn't even hurt when you snatch the most dearest thing from me, but it kills when you vent out your anger with those words.
i'll prove you wrong. i promise. period.


there's only a week left for report submission and i have to almost re-do the whole report.
this is seriously screwed up.
if only there was a way to escape FYP, i would gladly do so.


*imissmyhandphone*