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I've no one to turn to nw. If family cld be this treacherous, wad more, then, of mere frens...? This blog, unsafe to leave subjective remarks as it may be in Singapore today, is still ironically where I find more solace than in e safe haven they refer itimately as home sweet home. Save from e few of muh eternally trusted peepX, I can still keep up a mosaic mask from everyone here more easily than anywhere else.

Ask you, wad issit like to have the whole world walk out of you? Firstly, wad wld be classed as the whole world walking out of ya?

Issit when you lose your hp?! I can't survive a split minute without my mobile today... but no. You noe you're still connected to them, your frens, your kins. You're still in their heart, and they're still in yours.

I KNOW I KNOW~!! How abt...

Ytd was one fine evening. While tv-watching cum idling in e living room with ur sis, e phone suddenly rang. As usual, e hse phone's gt nth 2 do with you, as all ur associates get to you thru 9*******, so Sis picks it up. After putting it down, she explains tt it's actually ur civics tutor who'd called, saying tt Mum'd called her earlier on, when she was busy. Well, nw's Mum's turn to be busy, so Sis told ur tutor to call back again. Tt night, she called a total of 3 times, you become rather worried and started recollecting sins you've committed since college began not too long ago.

When Mum returned from work, it was almost midnite. Nvrtheless, you were still up and kicking so you asked her if she'd called ur civics tutor. Mum replied tt she didnt even noe how to... Baffled as you were, at how Mum's claim contradicted with e tutor's seemingly determination to get thru to her, you were rather tired and decided you shld jt give both of them e benefit of a doubt and pretend you were dreaming abt e calls...

E next day, you're in your room doing your own stuffs. Suddenly, the phone rings, it's your civics tutor, yet again. This time, Mum's e one picking up e phone and she acknowledge, to your astonishment, tt she DID, in fact, call her e previous evening.

Not realising, or worse, clearly knowing e convo's within your hearing range, she then goes on to query abt e existence of a course you'd alr solemnly claimed you've been specially selected for, and had been faithfully attending for e past 3 weeks... to which ur tutor affirms.

Prolly unhappy with some unfruitful results she'd jt gotten, she further probes e tutor if ur college had really loaned you a tablet pc till you drop or complete e computing science course...

Of course, I can only guess how e tutor's positive reply impacted her...

I guess tts how it feels to have the world walk outta you. Blood ties is only something you talk abt, but nvr act upon. Trust is bullshit. Humanity's nth but a good-looking music box of lies...

I mean, if these are e qns you want to ask, I have no prbs with it, nth to hide in this aspects~ even if I had indeed smth to hide, wld I be able to influence muh tutor into getting past her integrity and work ethics to cover 4 muh case?! Most of e adults in Innova cant wait for a chance to murder me. So wad was your point of hiding a dumb fact tt you'd called my tutor from me!? Afraid I'd think you're lesbian cuz you're female and you called another through SingTel?!

Wad, I'm some international criminal tt requires confidential missions and undercover cops to uncover my tracks of committing arson?! I may be among e top 20% in e country in terms of intelligence but surely such drastic actions to find discriminating evidence 2 bring me to court's uncalled 4, isn't it?!

But, if you'd think hard abt e situation, I guess I really cant blame her. There's a thief among us, within the nuclear family's tts living under e same roof. $$ has been disappearing faster than both muh folks make them... It cld be Gambler Dad, Spendthrift Sis, Mum, Me. And in Singapore, I'm considered guilty, we all are, until proven innocent.

And I'm out every sat. That's as gd as saying I need $$ to splurge every week if I'm nt really muggin' at smu.

And I'd jt gotten a new tablet pc. In other words, I need even MORE money if tt scrap piece of metal wasnt simply a loan from Innova till my graduation.

I think my whole family's bonkers. There's a history, no doubt abt e fact tt muh grandma was a patient of the then Woodbridge Hospital, mentally (and nw physically as well) unsound. Dad's boorish and uneducated and thus superstitious and overly traditional. Mum's a suppressed soul... Tortured by Dad's rants, humiliated by bosses at work, smashed in the face by Sis' constantly unbecoming attitude and disrespectfulness... Sis' had been "possessed" into collecting bags of waste in her waderobe when she was younger and we jt moved into this hse...

I who sleepwalk and have violent inclinations am not any better.

Push me further.