Walking Paradox

Hi, I'm Kring. Nineteen years young and an incoming junior at the Arteneoh de Manila University. I don't use girly symbols like ` or ♥ or :> or :"> (well, now, wasn't that random).

Er, I'm not fond of writing stuff about myself D: But I am talkative in real life. I do know, though, when it's time to shut up and listen to you.

(Enough of this nonsense.)

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Sunday, July 23, 2006 10:21 AM
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I'm so hating the people here right now. Bull!!! Argh. Damn.

First, my brother. He can't understand his assignment, so what happens is he asks help from me. I read his book, and saw that the answers were there. When I asked him to take a look at his book, he has gone manic! (You kind of have to expect that, 'coz he doesn't like to do anything which involves reading. Heck, he flunked his Marist entrance test because of Reading Comprehension.)

I gave up. My brother avoided me, and he was saying irritating things whenever I was near him.

I was playing the PS2 when this sibling of mine entered the room and started ranting about how unfair I was. Then came my mum. She looked at me and said, "How could you teach your brother when you're playing the PS? Can't you see that blahblahblahblah?" I felt extremely cross, turned the damn thing off, and gave the answers to him. I was so wound up that I cried and stormed out of the room.

While I'm surfing the net, my mum told me, "What are you teaching your brother? You gave him the wrong answers! You said that blahblahblah, but that's incorrect! And you were playing the PS! Your brother is jealous when blahblah!" Bullshit.

Whatever. I might as well go to hell.