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Monday, October 24, 2005Y
Once again...

Once again... he always never failed to bring down my morale at the critical period. Why is it always him! I just hate it! Your speech always hurt. It's just a dagger that pierce through my heart deeply.
I'd already set my mind to do my best. Even though I may not hit the admission criteria but I do not want to remain failing. You know how upset I was when I got back my results? I took so much time to get back to work. Now, you just declared me dead. what is this? I knew it's a simple question and you blamed me for not knowing that. I understand. I accept that. But all that that came after that really just made me detest you. This time you force me to speak up and I did. You felt remorse, but nothing can be helped to heal my wound.
They are brothers and why are they so different? One knew that I was weak and continue to sprinkle salt on my wound. The other just do his best and find all ways to help me get through.
You know how I'm like now? I'm practically in a daze. An aimless soul staring blankly. When I went home that time, I suppose to alight, but I just watch the bus drove pass the bus stop without doing anything. Luckily I'm on bus 15 and landed in tampines. That's me...
Please just leave me alone now!

ends at 12:28 PM