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Wednesday, January 04, 2006

wonder why i'm so late here. well , at first . i'm having a nice sleep. from 7pm+ go sleep until very soundly. thought can sleep till 6am. but , suddenly heard something was thrown to the floor and a big quarrel. very noisy. guess who , my mum and dad. they quarrel. not the first time they quarrel. i most hate they quarrel. why ? when they started to quarrel , they look like going to fight. the scene was so horrible. i woke up , my brothers also come out to see what happen. i dont know i should belief my dad anot. my mum early suspect that he got a woman outside there. i know the truth first , but i kept it as a secret. i dont want my home sweet home become home bitter home. is damn bitter and everybody under unhappiness condition. my eldest brother keep questioning my dad. i wish i counldn't hear anything from there. stucking some cotton into my ear but their voice are really loud. every single word are heard clearly. then my dad went out , my brother went out to look for him. now , both haven come home yet. how can i sleep in this condition ? thought will have a nice sleep tonight. but .. haiz.. i also dont know what to do or what to say. being a kids better being a teenagers like now. being a small kids , whatever the adults yelling . they will think they are talking. but now , whatever they say. i know what they mean although they never say the main point. so nervous and tired.. i wonder when will this problem will end..

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