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Wednesday, November 19, 2008
freak lah...no mood to update.
my temper caused me to whack my brother with a hanger.
-.-
my temper...
that's what happened to...
nvm,i refused to disclose any information about that person.
but i shall about my temper.


My Temper
My temper spoils my mood.
My temper spoils my face.
My temper spoils my name.
My temper never gives me peace,it spoils me.

I never knew I would be so violent.
Even my bestfriends told me I had changed.
Why,i asked myself,with tears rolling down my cheeks.
Is it the school or the friends?or is it just me changing by myself?
I did not know the answer.
Keeping quiet,i went to compare the old & now me.

It was UN-SURPRISINGLY huge,as in a huge difference.
I didnt knew i had changed that MUCH.
I was at suicidal thoughts,i didnt know what to do.
Either way out,I'd still be at a losing end.

I broke down,cried until a box of tissue was used up.
Counsulting my friends,they kindly listened to my moans,groans & complains.
Then they told me their point of view.
I protested,i argued that no one understands my plight.
I walked away.
I ignored them,i never knew they would.

That was the point i regretted.
"Please...come...back..." was all i could mutter.
I went back.
When another situation broke out,i had to do it alone,
but before i could,i went to say goodbye.

Then i said,"You are special out of others.But what makes you special is the way you treated me from the rest.So im telling you that im going now."
She didnt replied,even though i waited outside the door.
But in the end,she opened the door & we went to accomplish a mission.

"Thanks for being that special someone who were always at my side,guiding me from good & from wrong,sharing my joys & sorrows.Thank you."
& I bowed down at her.
Since that day,we were never separated by quarels or arguments.



I still remember what Miss Choy said.
that time when i went back on teachers' day,she asked me a similar question like last year,"Have you found that special someone?"
I answered "No" but i looked puzzled.
She replied,"That someone,someone who will guide you on the right path when you walk onto the wrong path.They will come to you soon."

Even though I still dont understand it,i tried to figure what she meant.
I mean,why must I have someone to guide me in life?
Anyway,i was figuring it out when i realised...I still dont know who are they.
I mean,i cant anyhow say them right?I need to find them.
Probably,Miss Choy will be asking me the same question again.


~ends~

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` Lame,Crazy,Hyper & Fun around
` Friends before anything
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` Pass chinese
` Save $200 by July
` Better videoing skills
` Panda stuff toys
` A new green badminton racquet
` Have a stronger voice
` Finish learning guitar
` Have piano lessons
` New handphone
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` Make new friends
` Looney Tunes stuff toy

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