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Tuesday, February 06, 2007


i was freaking fed up with my parents and bf. now im not going to address him as 'dear' in this blog, an 'A' will do the job.

passed him 100 bucks ytd for polishing. keep asking him how much does it cost, he doesnt want to tell me, so passed him 100 bucks hopefully to cover everything and him paying to his company.

keep the money himself, said he treated his fren. even those who didnt do anything to dad's car gt the treat. not tt im acting stingy here, c'mon la, wad they usually talk behind my back and him acting so generously to treat them. i dun tink daddy will ever past him his car anymore. and me, im still considering whether i still wanna be with him. because of so many things tt is a sore to my eyes. i seems to hate him more.

he says it's my fault. my fault tt im so stingy. c'mon, dad jus wanted to pay back to stamford because he doesnt want to owe u any fucking things. paying money to someone who cannot be trusted. wtf. trying to change my dad's opinion. change so many things for him without his permission and him again have to fork out money to pay u back.

he's pissed and so are they.

he thought by doing so my parents would be happy, but they arent. my parents are not like those typical s'porean who goes ga-ga over free things. they pay for things tt they owe. so now im someone stuck in between.

his parents pissed me off too.

his dad wanted to sign another 2 yr plan to get a new phone. the line he wanted to use is either A's or mine. i dunno why an un-employed person needs 2 phone. please for heaven sake dun compare my situation with his. i know im unemployed too but my parents have the ability to feed me. wad abt theirs. i dun wanna talk much abt his family here nor complain so much but i really can no longer stand the sight of it.

his dad jus changed his phone not long ago, even later than us, and then he complains the phone is going to spoil, etc etc. A told me tt no matter wad kind of phone his father use, it will still spoil because he always spoil phone. i know the name is under his mum, but is she able to pay off everything. the whole phone expenses for tt extra year? i dun wanna hold on to the phone anymore. because i think it's still better to use daddy's phone instead. even my dad asked me to return him the phone. i think i will do it. because im sure he'll complain to others when he actually pay the monthly bill for me. this is not sth which i force him or ask him to pay off one. dun get the wrong idea. it's all his decision and now....everything is my fault again.

so happy lo, his parents make us quarrel, my parents make us quarrel.

i wun believe this is anymore obstacles for us le. it's all predicted and arranged by god. 2 things happening at the same time.

his fren bernard drove him back after he return the car just now.

you wanted me to trust you, but look at it urself. have u ever done anything to gain my trust? money wun buy happiness. im not someone who's after money, so dun come telling me if u dun love me, u wun buy this or that for me. like i've said, it's not tt i cant afford, is u who dun allow me to pay. WHO TO BLAME?

if we werent together, i believe im working now. it's because of restriction tt i cant work.

i'll have a different mindset once i step out of poly life. by then we werent be together anymore i supposed.

there's a limit to my tolerance. u've reached the extend where i can no longer tolerate.

bye

9:12 PM

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