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♡ I see probabilities rather than possibilities.
Monday, October 12, 2009, 6:08 PM
The day had been relatively brief yet a pleasant one.
Lessons starts with English- going through paper 2- and then it was music, (err, practically, free period).
I bore down reading TheJulietClub the whole of the 2 periods before recess.
Duty was mundane as per usual. Nothing much that I've encountered today. Hhah, good job I reckon.
Afterwards, Malay paper and free periods all the way till school was dismissed.
Accompanied Sheela home as usual and dug my head to the beds before going tuition.
Then, tagged mum to buy Selena's 11th birthday(which she made such a MAJOR fuss about. Like it's so-oooo important. Compared. To. Mine. Ohwells.).
Reached home, here I am stuck in my room, blogging.
Blov-vers, I'm dearly honey pretty sorry if lately, I hadn't been updating much.
Blame my mum. She'd been stealing my laptop ever since she's obsessed with The Internet to accompany her for her night shifts. This is dang frustrating when I'm supposed to be having my free day on Sunday. She took it. Grumps, I know. However, I'm in no say cause ultimately, she's the lone person who actually pay my monthly bills.

ANDDDD,I can't believe she just sold her SamsungJet mobile phone after 3 months of purchasing it in return for a 480buck to buy another sleeq-kinda-style SonyEricson. Too much money, I reckon.
Selena, on her 11th birthday, she already got a 300-cost phone, anything little miny ouncy things that she wants, which accumulates to everything that she wants and a grand grand grand 11th birthday party with a cake. PLUS endless of wishes BEFOREHAND.
Me, on the other hand, on my 14th birthday, received an one and only 155-cost Puma watch, a 19.90-cost purse, a late birthday wishes and a late birthday cake plus NOT A PARTY HELD. One word: P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C.
I mean, even on my 11th birthday, I got the CHEAPEST EVER THINGS ANYONE COULD GET ME. Barbie DOLLS AND WHATSOVERRR STATIONA/ERIES, which CAN'T be compared to the list of things Selena got on her 11th birthday.
I know, I may seem veryy so complacent and grumpy but all, but what can a 14-year-old, helpless pathetic teena-ger could wish for but just a simple pleasant love?
It's sad to know that): Too sad to be true.

That's why, sometimes I felt it's enough to love, cause I can't afford to be loved.
Or, do I?