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Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Volcanic Eruption, Supernova
I was really angry today. This morning I had a gigantic fight with my parents. I woke up feeling not so well and I told them I had horrible muscle cramps and I felt dizzy from being caught in the rain yesterday. They started snapping at me, saying this was all self inflicted as I slept late so much.

Fine, fine. In the car I felt nauseous, so I called my Dad. I told him I felt really really sick. Dad was like, "Why didn't u say it earlier? Now I'm busy having coffee with my friends." I was so angry that I felt like smashing things and I quickly hung up. Morning nerves. I solemnly swore not to talk to them anymore and cursed a lot in front of Linda. This lasted for exactly 6 hours.

Then something else made me really angry. I don't know who to blame, causing me to have lost the privilege of intense venting in my blog. Even Pn. Carol told me she was slightly freaked out with the waves of anger radiating off me and that was when I wasn't even screaming yet. And after screaming you usually feel really stupid. I do. Like right now.

I don't care la. What people say, as it's no true, I'm not going to care. I am goign to officially declare it right here and now: I am not in love with any teachers at the present.

I would appreciate anyone reading this post, student or teacher or parent or Datuk or Principal, to not spread these untruths anymore.

I know you never click on these as they lag, but please do. This made me cry so much. It will enlighten you. Please watch.

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