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A masquarade. Always.


Maturity is realising that your own pleasures
aren't worth someone else's pain.
- jerine
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Friday, May 04, 2007
jerine♥, 1:36 PM

some people drink from the fountain of knowlege. others just gurgle.


left college early today. at like 1115.
no biggy really..lessons end at 1230 so ya.
got lao shi to sign the pink form for me.
see, that's the good thing about having connections with nice HODs :)
hahaha i had everything planned out. that 1st i'll try looking for the VP. if he's not there i'll look for lao shi. if she's not around i'll go to the english hod who happens to be my gp teacher for the 1st 3 months and is really nice too. :)

and lao shi allowed me to not see the doctor just to get an mc.
parent's letter. nice eh?

when i called mummy after i came back she got sooo worried.
i mean she's never gotten so worried about me over something so minor.
told her i had a headache and she's like take your medicine, have your lunch, go get some rest.
she even wanted to come home to keep me company and tuck me into bed and take me to the doctor, the whole hu ha package.

maybe it's because now that my brother's in the army and there's no way she can spoil and pamper him however much she wants to, so i get all the attention.
i feel like an only child :)
hahahaha and i told joann how i'm being pampered and spoilt these few weeks.
i want a new laptop, i get one.
i want this, i get it.
i want that, i get it.
oh well daddy's always been spoiling me and now mummy's doing it too :)
i like it.
hahahahaha. YAY! i'm gonna exploit this privilege for the time being.

joann: exploit. you're very scheming la!
me: hey...i'm not scheming k? it's me being deprived for the past 16 years of me life.
joann: DEPRIVED? you better not get too dependant. once your brother is back everything will be diverted.
me: 2 years darling! 2 years! :)

ok...i know i sound mean and everything but i like this attention i'm getting at home alright?
it's like my parents can finally see me.
before, when i had a fever of 39.7 degrees all i was asked to do is pop some panadols and go to bed.
now, all i do is come home early from college because i'm freezing and having a headache and she's so worried.

was i really that invisible?
i hope to dear god i wasn't.
i won't say that my parent's don't love me and that they don't notice me because truth be told, they do.
i'm not about to sue them for negligence or anything for that matter.
i know i'm loved.
but now that my brother is in the army, things seem kind of different.
maybe it's just me thinking too much.
or maybe it's reality.

whatever the case, i'm a happy kid for the time being :)

i have a sprained ankle though.
played a game of netball yesterday as goalkeeper.
my job to defend the shooter right?
and so i did. i like totally got the ball when that stupid bitch, a sore loser, banged into me a totally snatched the ball from my hands.
then she pushed my and i sprained my ankle.
it was the last 7 minutes of the game and i understand that you're desperate having scored no goals at all.
you want the ball? SAY SO. and i might just give it to you out of pity.
good sportsman my butt.

how did you get in here? did someone leave your cage open?