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Bits and Pieces

Hello. Welllll, there isn't much to know about me. In other words, don't ask. Hey, but if you really want to know, one word: psychopath.. Anyways... I'm just another one of those bloggers out there, blogging about how crappy life is, etc. Pathetic, is it not? Life.

pear.

apparently, we have a BIG FAT LIAR - not in the literal sense - in the house.

so i bought the biggest bag of m&m's the other day, thinking how i would enjoy them in times when i felt like dying, ie the last few days. well, i decided to pop a few after lunch.

opens fridge

i found that only a fraction of what was originally 636grams of colourful candy-coated pieces of milk chocolate was left for me. sigh.

people have been stealing my chocolate again!

i wasnt angry actually. i was just really frustrated and annoyed. people are not supposed mess with my chocolates! of course, the first suspects were the devil children - ronan, jess and daryl. gawd, how they irritate me. add their unbelievably loud, non-stop blabber mouths to the drilling and hacking and explosions happening behind the house really makes me wish i were deaf.

anyway, i asked them whether they were the ones who ate my m&m's. quite immediately, they told me no. hmmm, didnt i just sense guilt in their voices? and werent their replies just a tad too fast? but i believed them. i asked ken, and he said he didnt. suddenly, i realised it might be my grandpa because he has stolen not only mine, but other people's chocolates before. still... innocent til proven guilty.

it was during dinner time when i asked ronan again. he said no in such a pained way, making me feel like i was the one in the wrong for being so overly suspicious of him. i felt bad... and it was his birthday after all. i complained to mum when she came down to the kitchen and immediately, she gave ronan that piercing stare. that's when he came clean. not only did he steal some for himself, he also shared the stolen goods with his accomplices. boy, are jess and daryl gonna kena come monday. LIARS, ALL OF THEM! but ronan, so young and already such an expert liar. even he had me fooled! gawd, our own future conman. somehow, i dont think i'll be able to trust small children anymore. deceived by my own little brother. tsk. things will never be the same ever again!

i like overreacting. lol


wow, what a boring entry. i guess excitement only comes in the form of stress and unfinished homework for me, well, for the last few days anyway. harharhar.

snort

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