you know you dont really have to use those abusive words to bring my moral down. you gave birth to me so no point saying all those hurtful words to me because if you were to track down everything that you just said, it is you that you are insulting at the end of the day.

yada yada, you are always right. everything that you think is right must be right.

and this is the last time i would want to argue with you about the bloody volunteery work thingy. i said i dont want to go means i dont want to go. no need to say those kind of hinting words because you know it doesnt work on me. you dont want me to ask you go church, then dont ask me to go there. just stop coming home and start telling me this and that asked how am i doing and all. i hate it. forget about me okayy. just forget about me. wake up and face the reality that i'm already out of it.

and when you have an unpleasant dayout there, dont throw your temper and tantrum on me. because i am not the one who give you a hard day. you were the who taught me not to treat others the way you dont want others to treat you right? then why are you treating me this way?? oh yah, you are always right. i forgot about that. i dont mind you telling me what happened and whine to me, but not pick pointing at everything that i do.

say i cant take joke, you can? who is the one who yell and shout with anger when i said "wah!!! give you trophy"? it is you, not me. you cannot take joke then dont expect me to take your "bringing-your-joy-to-others-sorrow" joke.

even when i'm straight, i wear big shirt only you think i bung. what the hell la okayy. hello, it's a normal shirt with fbt. like that bung already i think there's really alot of bung.

Nicole Christine Au
Eleven December 1987
Hongkonger