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Friday, February 13, 2009 at 5:32 AM

Today is Valentines Day! So what? I don`t give a damn about it. -_- As usual, InFocus still resumed. Let`s talk about after school. Well... nothing. You see, my life is really draggy and nothing interesting. I am waiting for something pretty interesting and shocking in my life. Something like the happiest day of my life or the day that I achieved something that is really worth it. There`s nothing to do at home. The parents are in the room now and I`m feeling quite awkward as I have no idea what to talk to them. I think that I`m not that close with my parents anymore. I don`t know why. Well, they have their own stuffs to do. Although my Mom is at home 24/7, I still don`t think that she understands my needs. I still prefer that she worked like she used to. That was the time when I could spend my leisure time relaxing and messing around with the stuffs at home all by myself. Screaming and shouting as loud as I could and eating junk foods while watching television. Good times, good times. :) I don`t think she will work again. I can only do my schoolwork after 7pm when all my work is done which is helping my Mom to babysit the baby. See? I don`t even have the time for myself. It feels like being the maid in the house. Maybe teenagers like me love to talk crap but this is really what I feel.

My dreams will blossom...