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You taught me how to love, but not how to stop.
Hi, you are?


It doesn't matter who am
There's no need for you to know my age, or any other things.
Cyberworld is dangerous, that's what my teacher taught me, so, too bad.
But I'm definitely a bubble gum lover.
Let's go shalalala.
Take me away.

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Sunday, May 17, 2009 @ 3:50 AM
Its May 17 today and yesterday was Dad's 51st birthday. Nothing from me. Not even an SMS wishing Happy Birthday which I will always send every year since I got my HP. (You should all know by now that the relationship between me and my parents just suck so much. We dont celebrate birthdays, not even verbal wishes.)
I left home as early as as 7am in the morning yesterday for our yearly KIDSEMPIRE mother's day celebration and only came back this afternoon after spending the night with Faz.
Things between me and my dad are getting pretty bad. And I don't see myself giving in anytime soon. Indeed, sorry seems to be the hardest words. People around me who knows about my situation with my dad are like coaxing me to just apologize and persuade me that everything's gonna turn out just like before. That's precisely why I ain't making any move. If I sound like a teenage rebel, so be it. I'm enjoying this freedom of mine more than anything else. Life is short.

Happy Birthday, PAPA. You're a good man. I love you still. May you achieve whatever you want soon.
To papa,
I'm sorry I've been such a big disappointment to you. But I just got to do what I got to do okay?