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Pink Princess Land~
Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Sometimes i find verbal communication is a chore... i feel like keeping to myself do wat im doing... keep quiet... but there is someone beside me i cant keep quiet... that person will keep talking to me.... i dunno why but im bornlike this... i like to keep to myself during certain times.... i remember once my sec sch classmate wrote this in his website, " Serene - talkative and sometimes quiet and seems quite lonely." hehehe i like his description... quite true... and yet sometimes i cant keep quiet! i dunno why... but when im at home, i will stay in my room and do my own things... my sister and i are alike... im not sure about my bro... as he is still young... but he does seem like how am i when i was about his age...

speaking about my bro... yesterday my aunt(my mum's yonger sis) called and asked for my bro. i told her he went to the movies... so she started to flare up n scold me.... wat the... then she said about how his friends are n i shld tell him not to hang around with them... well then i told her at his age i shldn't nag at him... i shld try to be friends with him n not make myself more superior than him. she said i gave him too much freedom and wat so ever and i couldn't bothered to listen.... wasting my time.... then she said," you knw ur bro got friends coming over to stay?" i said, yes i know.... of course i knw... my bro often told me where he will go n wat he is doing... and she said wat boys coming to my home wat bla bla bla bla bla bla bla.... im very irritated....

wat my sis and i think is, boys at his age shld be treated like adults.... they are growing up... this is the process where both my sis n i had gone thru like every other adults too.... i had so much restriction where i hated everything... even had thought of suicide... like if i was not in this world... none of this would happen.... my mother always scold me why shld i be here? that was wat i thought.... i had given my bro some restriction and some freedom... which i think is balanced.... thats why he would tell me everything... i would treat him like a friend make some small talks with him.... i trust my bro... why shld i doubt him? there is no evidence where he keeps telling lies.... sigh... im tired enough and why shld i get this kind of complain calls?? and refusing to listen to my opinion.... "respect is to be earned not taken." this is wat my senior told me... i think its true... if you don't respect someone else how do expect him to respect u back?

here i am almost blogging everyday.... *yawn* i got nthing to do for my FYP.... or shld i say i knw nthing.... and im expected to learn bymyself.... this juz sux.... im falling aslp soon... ate too full during lunch.... wat can i say about FYP? i learn to use Linux com to surf web, chat and blog.... thats wat i think i learnt.... quite a long post today.. blog another time.... oh yeah! a joke to share too!

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This one  is for all of who:

a) have kids

b) had kids

c) was a kid

d) know a kid!

As I was packing for my business trip, my 3-year old daughter was
having a wonderful time playing on the bed.At one point, she said,
"Daddy look at this," and stuck out two of her fingers.

Trying to keep her entertained, I reached out and stuck her tiny
fingers in my mouth and said, "Daddy's gonna' eat your fingers!"
pretending to eat them before I rushed out of the room again.

When I returned, my daughter was standing on the bed staring at her
fingers with a devastated look on her face. I said, "What's wrong,
honey?"

She replied, "What happened to my booger?"