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Saturday, September 25, 2010 . 9/25/2010 12:12:00 PM

I had a haircut yesterday. Though till now, my dear brothers haven't noticed yet. Well, I only had about an inch off and re-shaped my fringe. 

I'm so bloody hungry, angry and lonely now. My entire family had left me at home to probably get a fantastic breakfast while I was sleeping (they probably think I was gonna wake up at 1, but hello, I sleep at 10+ last night!). And I'm really hungry and there's nothing to eat in this house right now. 

Okay, I'm obviously in a bad mood. Usually, that above scenario doesn't make me pissed. It's probably PMS. It's also probably because I found out last night that some idiot father of mine is trying to raise money to come back here. 

Fine. Half of me wants him to come back because my grandparents are worried sick, and I do want him to find a proper job back here. 

And well, the other half wants to stay far far FAR away from him. 

It's not that I'll become hostile when I'm near him. In fact, I'm still the 'respectful' girl. It's just that having to act polite and 'normally' disgusts me. 


I guess me and having a normal family is not meant to be.