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have so much thought running the treadmill in my brain now. it kinda hurts. haha. i feel tired. as in brain tired. surprisingly Father Michael said the thing in the passage for my mock. the hitler and victor al franko (ok. i 100% get the name wrong) but that isnt anything to go by. but adrian was quite afriad that we dont appear next week. hello. i am a catholic. and i am a sponsor. so i will surely appear. and this is for the RCIY peeps. Mel - the merciless, janie the joyful troy(?) - the terrible clara the careful rebecca the reliable ada the angelic uncle david the dodo jie ying the joker jamie the Jesus' child NG the amazing one geri the great alan the amazing acrobat sarah the sweetie Tim the timid domique the delightful kristin the kangeroo charmain the cheerful marcus the music mistro nigel the nice guy michelle the magical isabelle the ingenious cynthia the calm one eliza the elated and i forgot adrian's. heh. cool heh? sort of remembered it. haha. at this point of time i shant be saying anything cool orh. i kinda figured out the dave pelzer's story. (i may be wrong., but i think i see it in a way some dont) i believe his mother actually love him a lot. i have not finish reading the third book but i know his mom is totured when she was young too. and if affect ones life. his mother love him the most and hope he will understand her. so she desperately wants him to understand her, she put him through this toture thingie. she wanted him to know. to have first hand experience. so that he will know how she felt. but she went overboard. because she slowly enjoy this toture. and she never turn back. or maybe another view point: the booze is making her not herself. i meant the mum. 12:05 am powered by blogger |
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