Goodmorning
This is the Algae Residences
How may I help you,

My best friend is the guitar. &I never need boyfriends. I fall in love easily. With random things like country music, vampires,romance novels&colorful pens. To me, Taylor Swift&The Saturdays are awesome. I love little black dresses&scarves. In my spare time, I like to design cards&conduct random science experiments like dipping eggs into acid. Yeah&unlike normal humans, I like science, converging lenses&relative atomic masses included. Secretly, I want to be a doctor& a guitarist on the spy when I grow up. I love nonsense people who make me laugh. &yes, I love inviting people to my house&being invited to other's houses. I hate raindrops, airplanes, Jacob Black&jerks. No, I'd never though that I was smart/gorgeous/talented. I'm just a green colored pond scum. A bitchy one to be precise.
P.S My bitchiness is inherited, so beware of my mom.
P.S And currently, I'm desperate for a new phone&a pair of flipflops.

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OMG. IF MR ALOYSIUS WONG IS READING THIS NOW, GO AWAY.

Anyway, I need to sum up the commontion my mom raked up yesterday. Whoever saw my display messages, they're just an expression of pure hatred and replusion towards my mom. So yesterday was - I hate my mom. Common fact, my sadly, true. And sadly, she read the fucking thing - oh, and alloy, if you're reading this, don't comment on the profanities. And she freaked out like Denise seeing a bee or Krystal seeing a bird. So she slapped me and ranted like - If you hate me then get out of my house. Blah, blah. Dragged me by my Cedar Dance Tee and whoosh - I'm outta the house. Slammed the door in my face. But apparently, Algae is a green plant not be messed with. I just stayed outside, not begging my mom from the window to let me in. Or bribe my brother, stuff like that. I just remained outside, GARDENING. Yes, fucking gardening. Trying to dig the ginger out of the ginger plant and yeah, trying to revive some of my dead aloy vera. Not bad- when the corridor is blood quiet and you can sing Fifteen and Nobody's Perfect at the top of your voice. No one gives a bloody damn. So plan for next morning - which is supposed to be today - Run away from home. HAHA. My seniors would be laughing at me if they see this. But apparently, plan failed. Mom took all the keys away and yeah, I kind of overslept. Too late for me to run to grandad's house. But fuck, I'd already packed all my homework and clothes and the guitar into the fucking Clinique bag already. All ready for my adventure. So now, I'm stuck at home with this heavy suspicion that my mother has read my blog and thinks that Krystal is bloody bad influence on me. Life sucks. And I'm losing my appetite the way a parachuter loses the altitude when he's jumping down. Skipped breakfast and lunch. Slept on the floor - well, mom-forced. Had prep talk with her when I was already half-asleep. Ohwell. Did I say? Let me say it again. Life sucks.

Goodbye,
-A-

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