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Name: Shuhua
Birthdate: 22 Oct
Horoscope: Libra



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Friday, March 11, 2005
Haiz...was about to publish a long post then blogger suddenly log me out -_-"" ......... Haiz, now muz retype the whole thing!

Bad day... i quarrel wif my dad until very bad. For the first time... i actually dare to shout back at him (omg... -_-)Y does he has to be so unreasonable?? Y does he has to scold me and my bros infront of the customers... -_- Y cant he understand? I juz make a mistake... and he make it until a big issue... (think hes tryin to vent his anger??) Hes becoming more like my grandma! OMg...

I was really tired.... i'm still a human.... human do make mistakes right? On the way back home... the words he said... are so damn.... hurtin -_- Makes me feel like a nothin but useless fool to him. Somethin.. which... not a father would say infront of his children. -_- I shall not say anythin abt wat he said. Gosh, after i reach home... gx and jx msg me in msn. Asking me y am i so moody, then while i was typin... my father secretly stand behind me sia (-_-) Tryin to take a peek on wat i wrote eh? Lucky i realise that and immediately minimise the windows. zzz

I guess watever happen... hes always right, i'm always wrong. No matter how hard i tried, i always disappoint him in the end. Sign... (Dad.. sometimes i really hate u! sometimes i wonder , r u really my dad??) Guess i was wrong to throw my tantrum at u today... i'm at wrong ok?

Dad... forgive me... watever happens.. u'll always be the father i respect.
Shasha @ 3:48 PM