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Tales of a broken guy.
Its him.

#Depressionist_Jay
12/05/1991

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Date : Monday, April 23, 2007
Time : 11:05 PM
kk.

zh is settled.

peace for now.

right now.

eddie.

u don wan to talk straight to me.

i'll talk to u in the blog.

kk.

u said life is bad for u.

u wan to hear wads bad?

kk.

mind me for being windy.

this is my true story.

there is a boy.

who is born in tha family of 5,

with 2 big sis, great in academic studies.

parents, dad and mum, occasionally on quareling terms over stuffs.

kk.

this boy.

he grew up.

he was expected to do better than his sis.

cos his a boy.

u know chinese saying,

kk.

he tried.

kk.

not up to standard.

always far behind from his sis.

dad scolds.

kk.

when small.

he was being chased out of the house.

OVERNight.

juz because he watch too much tv.

HE was only.

5.

heres a sample of his life be4 the death of his father.

after school come back.

bath.

eat.

study.

den no tv at night.

NEVER.

unless its a saturday.

everytime the report card comes back.

its time for a scolding.

making his dad mad.

after the scolding.

his dad would give him names.

chao pai kia.

useless guy.

he would ever give him chances to explain.

whether his dad is in the right or wrong.

in his family.

u argue back.

ur disrespectful.

HE WILL CANE U.

and trust me.

he don use normal cane.

back in my old house.

he used to throw a tanning chair.

until spoil.

exam period.

once.

the boy watched a bit of tv.

mum saw

not studying.

calls dad.

dad angry.

within 20 mins.

he appeared.

mind u.

he tooka cab back home.

he threw his school bag away into the rubbish bin.

straight back from his work.

without even telling boss.

the boy did not even wear his shoes.

he was damn saddened.

he was naughty.

he play with fire.

his dad founds out.

said.

u like play with fire right.

come.

i play with u.

lights up a stick.

burns him.

den put him to kneel without dinner.

till morning.

he tried.

hard.

on his studies.

but that the best he can go.

his dad and mum are sometimes on cold wars.

its always him.

who try to make things better.

kk.

things went overtime.

dad grow old.

heart diease.

stress at work.

stress over his son.

worried.

till one day.

off he goes off.

just like that.

without a word.

and that is wad haunt him.

till now.

he always mention.

3 of u.

u and ur sis.

are bound to see me die.

especially u.

when i'm die.

ur are happy right.

open champagne celebrate right??

whenever he tink of that.

his is in tears.

his blaming himself.

for the existence in this world.

if he did not serve to exist.

maybe a life would be saved.

its that faithful last year.

after his results.

a few weeks later.

he felt pain in his chest

went to hospital.

came out.

a few days later.

he C.M.I

he went off.

although it seems easy on everyone.

all arrows was pointing at him.

saying that he was reponsible.

juz no one dares to sae a word abt it.

think abt it.

that boy.

whenever he tries to improve.

he ask his eldest sis.

she don give a damn abt this family.

second sis.

she cares. but cant do much. forgotten most.

den.

he was also in the tot of suicide.

u know.

in pri 5.

imagine.

that boy look cheerful.

never look like he has any troubles.

u know why.

he doesn;t wan anyone to be like him.

with a BROKEN FAMILY.

that why at some part of time.

ppl call him a flirt.

he don really care.

as long as no one get sads.

in school.

secondary.

he was in a class.

with friends.

suanning abt his tanned.

till his was sec 4.

he doesn;t mind.

cos its a fact.

ok.

but when out of a sudden.

groups start to merge.

his is being left out.

want to join his friends b day celebration.

u know whard kind of reply he get.

WE DON WAN U TO GO.

think abt it.

u guys taken the DISC PROFILING.

whard does I fear of?

REJECTION OF A GROUP.

suannning.

kpness.

it accumlates over him.

cos he like to entertain the group.

don like to fight back.

this is he character.

whard else would u expect from him.

when he tries to blow a little temper.

u never see him angry over weeks.

do u?

whose that boy.

ITS ME.

its not like i'm trying to gain pityness from here.

i know everyone has a life.

a diff one.

maybe a worse one.

some don even have their father around.

but.

when some have their father around.

its worse.

u might tink.

of no talent,

to reject a team.

but think abt it.

how does it feel.

for a young boy,

from the start.

he feels like he doesn't belong to his world.

working it to a team isnt talent.

its hardworking.

its all written over his skin colour.

he believes u can be a better person that who he is right now.

its juz that ppl tend to be lazy.

he tend to be lazy to.

but he fight for it.

did u work ur way into it?

i hope u did.

its not natural talent that led him to the rejection of the team.

its his.

HARDWORKED.

u understand my feelings now.

its not that i wan to bring back the past.

it tears me whenever i mention i dad k.

i donno wad to sae.

C.M.I

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#Jay