> My unseen sins

~~Thursday, March 5, 2009~~

10:34 PM

After all.

I can't think of something to post about today. What I'm thinking right now is about my life I've went through all the years. 16 years of life,soon to past. I'm turning 17 yet I still want to be a child. When I was young,I was badly bullied by my friends. I swore I was a crybaby back then. I'm a stubborn little girl,to a childishly stubborn teenage girl.

I enjoy making fun out of something. Even it is stupid of me to do that. I don't care what people might think of me. All I care,is my own satisfaction.

It all started when my sister was born. She's the attention of my parents. Pampered is the word for her. For me,I do my own things. Whenever my sister cry,I would take her botle of milk and put it under my mum's bed. But before putting it,I would hide behind a curtain and finish the milk first. I love milk. Once I ate half of my sister's nestle cereal,which is very tasty,when I was feeding her. I hate her at first.

When I was in kindergarten,I remembered. I hit my head on my dining table and had a hole in the middle of my eye. The upper bone of my nose,a litlle lower from my eye brow. Blood flow like a running tap. I know I wanted to eat and I get up to get tissue but I run towards the table. After I got hitted,I walk to mum who wanted to pray. She panicked and call my dad up. Got into a taxi and drive off to Elias Mall for a stitch at a clinic. It wasn't pain at all. I only felt the pain when mum cleans up the wound. Its funny though. I look funny back then with a plaster in the middle of my eye brow. I was embarassed at first. But I knew,no one bullied me back then.

Second year in kindergarten,I tried something new. I hit a boy head with a thick paper,rolled. I guess I hit him hard that he cried. My teacher talked to me about the incident but I ended up talking with a fly rather than listening to my teaher. Weird ain't it? Talking to a fly? I've no friggin' idea.

It was racial harmony day and the students was told to wear traditional costume. I remember I slapped a boy. But no idea what's the cause of it. I swear I've no idea what the hell I'm thinking back then. And my best friend,Nurul Ain. Till now we still keep in touch. Love her,though.

But that's not it. I've more to talk about when I was in primary school. I shall continue during my free and not lazy hours. Have fun reading about my stupid years of life! :]

+ I miss my kitten. +

.I Wrote This Shit.