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My name is Irene.
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To-Do/Wish List:
- Learn tones of photography
- Update my ipod/get itouch
- Find someone
- Return books and magazines
- Clear junk
(Saturday, June 28, 2008)
I went out,
breezely, easily, smoothly.
I came home,
tired, haggard, pissed off, angered, irritated, disgusted.
I waited one damned hour waiting for taxis.
I wanted to write EVERYTHING OUT IN CAPS LOCK.
BUT I DECIDED TO CONTROL.
People naturally cut queue, HOW I DAMN-ING HATE
SINGAPOREANS. They've no face, seriously. My mum & I
waited there for like 10 times more than them, instead of trying
to understand us, they just stood in front there, UTTERLY
OBLIVIOUS TO US STANDING THERE DESPERATELY.
And freaking taxis that we booked, WE FLAGGED THEM AND
THEY DIDNT STOP. WTH? Do we seriously have any emenity
WITH CABS?
AND ALL THIS, for my sister. SHE BEGGED US NOT TO COME,
and she deperately wanted us to fetch her at around 11pm, or rather,
SHE WANTED ASK TO FETCH HER WHEN SHE CALLED, like as
if we were at her beck and call? GOODNESS, we're not dogs or
chauffeurs! WE HAVE WORK TO DO. In the end, we waited.
FOR HER, we stood there waiting for taxis, rejections after rejections
as we were going 2 places. We missed bus 196, cos we TRIED TO TAKE
A TAXI TO FETCH HER. In the end.
HOLY, GUESS WHAT?
SHE was allowed to SLEEP OVER.
WE finally got on to a booked taxi, and I WAS FUMING.
Sometimes i get too angry till i can cry.
SISTER,
WHEN WILL YOU LEARN.
WHEN WILL YOU APPRECIATE.
WHEN WILL YOU UNDERSTAND?
From the deepest and darkest side of my heart,
I solemnly tell you i have ugly fights with my sister.
Sometimes i hit her, sometimes she scratched me,
sometimes i was not allowed to do anything as the older one,
but stay there, held firmly by my mother, for her to hit me.
Sometimes she was obviously the unreasonable one,
but at least i had a heart to actually feel guilty for hitting
or scolding her. Sometimes i tried to make it up,
and sometimes i was shouted at instead. Sometimes she hit
me too hard, i cried. Not at the physical pain, but
that i was too angry. Too angry for unjust. She said
i was a crybaby. She never knew. She break promises.
Goes back on her words. Loses her temper. Screams.
Fake cries. Gets her way.
She left behind many things for me to grief about.
Hacked accounts.
A ripped favourite blanket of mine.
Blanket got thrown off the window.
Vandalisms of markers on 2 of my bedsheets.
Tearing of my work.
Ugly. Very.
breezely, easily, smoothly.
I came home,
tired, haggard, pissed off, angered, irritated, disgusted.
I waited one damned hour waiting for taxis.
I wanted to write EVERYTHING OUT IN CAPS LOCK.
BUT I DECIDED TO CONTROL.
People naturally cut queue, HOW I DAMN-ING HATE
SINGAPOREANS. They've no face, seriously. My mum & I
waited there for like 10 times more than them, instead of trying
to understand us, they just stood in front there, UTTERLY
OBLIVIOUS TO US STANDING THERE DESPERATELY.
And freaking taxis that we booked, WE FLAGGED THEM AND
THEY DIDNT STOP. WTH? Do we seriously have any emenity
WITH CABS?
AND ALL THIS, for my sister. SHE BEGGED US NOT TO COME,
and she deperately wanted us to fetch her at around 11pm, or rather,
SHE WANTED ASK TO FETCH HER WHEN SHE CALLED, like as
if we were at her beck and call? GOODNESS, we're not dogs or
chauffeurs! WE HAVE WORK TO DO. In the end, we waited.
FOR HER, we stood there waiting for taxis, rejections after rejections
as we were going 2 places. We missed bus 196, cos we TRIED TO TAKE
A TAXI TO FETCH HER. In the end.
HOLY, GUESS WHAT?
SHE was allowed to SLEEP OVER.
WE finally got on to a booked taxi, and I WAS FUMING.
Sometimes i get too angry till i can cry.
SISTER,
WHEN WILL YOU LEARN.
WHEN WILL YOU APPRECIATE.
WHEN WILL YOU UNDERSTAND?
From the deepest and darkest side of my heart,
I solemnly tell you i have ugly fights with my sister.
Sometimes i hit her, sometimes she scratched me,
sometimes i was not allowed to do anything as the older one,
but stay there, held firmly by my mother, for her to hit me.
Sometimes she was obviously the unreasonable one,
but at least i had a heart to actually feel guilty for hitting
or scolding her. Sometimes i tried to make it up,
and sometimes i was shouted at instead. Sometimes she hit
me too hard, i cried. Not at the physical pain, but
that i was too angry. Too angry for unjust. She said
i was a crybaby. She never knew. She break promises.
Goes back on her words. Loses her temper. Screams.
Fake cries. Gets her way.
She left behind many things for me to grief about.
Hacked accounts.
A ripped favourite blanket of mine.
Blanket got thrown off the window.
Vandalisms of markers on 2 of my bedsheets.
Tearing of my work.
Ugly. Very.
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