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Wednesday, August 5, 2009


Alright its been awhile since I’ve written on my blog. Been busy with a 3 day silat competition held at Thomson CC and stuff. After the event I was sick and I’ve still not recovered fully yet. A friend of mine has been asking me out to watch a movie but I kept postponing it. Feel kinda bad for doing that but I had no choice.

I know I never really had much of a choice in my life. And to me right now it seems like history is repeating itself again. Mike had been telling me to get control of my life. Make my own decisions and all. For years I have not had the freedom to go out with my friends. And to tell you the truth that has not changed. Someone else now is in Mike’s shoes. Hafiz. I’ve got a strong feeling that Hafiz is also angry about what’s been happening around me. And I wouldn’t be surprised really. I mean come on, Hafiz and I use to meet up a lot and now the only time we can meet up is during class. Both of us are taking up a our NITEC certs at ITE Ang Mo Kio in Digital Media Design. School is alright. Hafiz is way better at design and animation than I am. He is REALLY good. Even our lecturer uses his work to explain a few things. He helps me out too…he he he….he helps me out with a lot of other things too. We only meet during in class all thanks to my uncle. I miss having my own life. Where I got out with my friends and do what a 22 year old does. It seems that everyone is controlling me. And my mom seems to be doing a very good job on that. All she needs to do is to call my uncle and she’ll get away with whatever she wants.

Just yesterday I washed the kitchen toilet, cleaned the ceiling fan and sweep the floor and oh lets not forget cleaning up after other people was well. And she calls up my uncle and complains to him that I didn’t cook. HELLO! Who the hell am I, a maid? Just because I’m not working I have to clean up after people. And people jus come home and do nothing. From now on I will just live life pleasing people and I’ll jus suffer in silence.

~ { 9:23 PM }
reflections of you and me;