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Sunday, July 02, 2006

if you're prying through my stuff again, which is quite likely after what happened that day, you'll definitely find this. and if you find this, i hope you read it like the person you are, and if you feel that this warrants a ban or watever, then just do it. don't hide it behind actions that have nothing to do with it.

you had to read my email. it's not my fault that im automatically signed into msn messenger. i've told you that millions of times already. and yet you have to keep asking me why i'm signed in when i'm supposed to be doing work. fuck man i'm doing work that's why i don't bothing signing out again.

and i know you can read my emails from my messenger account. but did you have to? did you need to intentionally go open my emails and read them? DID YOU? do i read your sms even if i could? i'm telling you i can if i want to, no matter how hard you try to prevent me from doing so. i've had the chances before believe me but i've always respected your privacy. fuck just cos you're my father doesn't give you the right to do this kind of shit to me.

you try to ground me. ground me? are you joking? i hardly even go out at all wtf. you can't ground me, cos there's no one to ground! you dun let me go out, you dun give me any plans for my handphone, and you complain when i use even 5 dollars a month! wtf man if you want me to just go out and make my own living just say so dude. i know i can do it myself. i don't need you to go wallow in self pity at how you need to raise a son who uses 5 dollars a month on calls and sms-es. and half of the calls are to you to ask you after an hour of waiting in school why you aren't there to pick me up yet.

fucking hell i've taken this shit for long enough. you yell at me for the slightest reasons. mum asked me to open the curtains, not to do your shit for you. priorities...you dun give me any respect, and i only need to give you the respect that you deserve as a father.

so just fuck out of my life if you're not wanted.


- wah-slau-eh!


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