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.Sunday, November 30, 2008 ' 1:56 AM
I pray that things between my boyfriend and me will be over. I'm tired of hurting people. I wished i'm just someone's else shadow now. A useless shadow who can't do anything. I want to be a shadow so no one can hear me, no one can touch me, no one can hug me, no one can hurt me and no one would pay attention to me. A shadow no one will care about.

Ok I will stop bragging about my problems and wish tmorrow, this problem will be over.

Hmm, just now Daddy was online so he asked me what kind of pink bag do I want and whether I want a pair of boots (not the boots we use when it's raining) and other accessories from China. So I took advantage of it and told all what I want. From baby pink & white hair accessories ... to toes accessories. All I received then was my mum's fucked up look. Hah! But still, she loves me too much to type exactly all what I've said as if she was doing her grocery list. And my dad still treats me like a baby. I asked for a pink bag that has baby designs and he thought I like those furred-bags, you know, those bags with furs and ears like what kindergarten babies use. And he usually buys non-sense stuffs for me and Glam like ... preserved frog keychain, gigantic pencils, etc! Oh my. Whatever.

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I passed by Mhel's friendster and saw this picture.

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: The guy who is wearing a cap.
Mhel: The guy with shining head!
Phodie: The girl whose tongue is sticking out.
Chard: My cousin who looks very lethargic.

I miss you all and Advance Happy 22nd Birthday to Mhel.







LittleMiss

Geneva Grace
A rebellious daughter

Mixed Race
Seventeen on 21st January 2009

Don't you dare to judge me because you don't know me. I'm a good friend and a good enemy.

Wishlist

Bass Guitar
Higher monthly allowance
A better fucky mother
Run away after studies

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