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Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading
So sick and tired of all the needless beating
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Saturday, April 16, 2011
Tired wah!  I'm still finding and creating it out! Please wait a little longer... Before I can tell and share with others about my life. I want a rich fulfilling and wonderful life to share with. So that people in future can tell others.. Hey there's Cheryl! Lets hear more about her life stories! And they'll share it with others too and lead each other to another successful and enriching life so it can pass on as a cycle. Who doesn't wan something as that? Its a real good thing too. Lets start sharing bit by bit I'm going to fill up this very blog. And people can come in and find out about me. Those that doesn't know me and know me through what I write. Some may show confused feeling, some real reflective. Overall, please bear with what I write as all I can do is to spam my feelings through words. I don't look back to see what I've write until I post it but just write whatever I have to say in these words. Today, I woke at about 6, realised I was slightly late... I hurried to get changed, brushed up, tie my plaits and head off the Changkat Changi. But first off, I'll be meeting teresa and enguenia at tampines before we head on to simei. However, eugenia was taking her time and reached tampines real later. Kinda pissed off about that but with her cute face, I can't bear to scold her! Had a long long time in uniform check. Then we were in drills once again. The officers told us to swing our arms all the way so I just swung it real hard. Totally pulled and woah almost as if my arms are gonna fly out. Thankfully, my arms are deeply attached to my bone :D Alot of wheels.... Marking of time... Alignment... Etc. The officers are real weird... They keep just like... call the whole contingent 'Girl you all must align to your left is that clear?' Like there was more then 1 girl and he still girl girl... Should be Girls! All of you must be aligned to your left marker is that clear? Doesn't that sounds alot better? Anyways after that, we got off. Then we went home. Go home rain rain~ Then played com a bit... Mum wanted go airport pick up some relative.. Now staying at my house IN my ROOM.. Lying on MY BED. Why whenever she kaypo all these always affect me... I'm real innocent! Its like I don't get along well with people and instantly so you keep push all these craps to me...? Crap it, where do I sleep now? Not with bro, not with stranger, not with parents. My room is like firstly, taken by gramps... now, to a stranger. What she want? Bro got a whole room with nothing that is not his in that room. As for me, I have a whole chunk of gramp's thing in my room which take about 2/6 of the room. one bed which take 1/6 of the room and finally, 2/6 which is my bed. Now my bed is taken by stranger... Where should I go to? Hmm... I might as well move out. Best best and win win solution. How long more am I chained to this dog hole? How long more will it take for me to break free and get the fucking hell out of this hell hole? I'm still waiting for no idea how long more... Please get me out of here soon. |
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But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay |
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