Sunday, November 1, 2009

posted by NICHOLAS at 9:48 PM 0 comments

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WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?
AM I YOUR DOG? AM I YOUR SON?
NO.
i decide where i want to go.
i decide the friends i make.
i know what i'm doing. I'M NOT AS ROTTEN AS YOU THINK I AM.
just because i pierced my fucking ear, failed a couple of exams, and look like some rotten apple doesn't mean i'm beyond redemption.
'if you have been given freedom to go out, you must abhor to the set curfew.'
SCREW YOUR CURFEW.
that isn't freedom, that's prison.
if i go to some void deck to slack, shake my legs at some coffeeshop or hang out with smokers, you say i'm behaving like an ahbeng.
if i go to some chalet with guys and girls, you think i'm gonna have fuck up every girl in the place.
if i don't go back by my- no, YOUR designated curfew, it means i'm hanging around people with negative influences.
WHATS THE PROBLEM WITH YOU.

i need some time to cool down.
sigh.
went to e hub w kts just now.
didn't manage to watch anything cause tickets for my sister's keeper were sold out.
all the other shows were too late. for me, that is.
for more info check out my rant up top.
z.
school tomorrow. and meeting with mr ee before that, for CLB.
anyone wants breakfast tmr?

and to whoever's spamming at my cbox.
i'm not affected whatsoever by your comments.
the only thing i hate you for is making me waste time deleting the tags.
do me a favour. after you've finished hating on me, hack into my cbox account and delete your own tags.
and please. you're fucking boring.
make your hate tags more interesting. maybe then i won't delete them.

posted by NICHOLAS at 8:41 PM 0 comments