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Saturday, September 09, 2006 @ Saturday, September 09, 2006

im quite mad 2dae...n u wana u noe y...
coz...of ma bro...!!
i was playin wif ma comp in ma room
wen he came in n ask me if he cn play online games...
n i sae 'NO'...
n he started 2 ran out of ma room n went 2 ma mum...
u noe wad he sae...
he sae 'mum...u see arh sis...she wudnt let me play de games in de comp...
n ma mum sae 'she is using de comp rite?!'
n he sae 'ut i wana 2 play...'[started cryin]
it was soo damn irritatin...!!
urgh......!!
n den at last ma mum came 2 me n sae
'cn u let ur bro 2 play 4 awhile?!'
n i sae...'of course no!'
n she sae 'i dun care juz let hyme play...'
n i sae...'dun u rmb....wen he spoiled ma comp?!'
[believe it or nt he did...it was soo lunatic...he made it spoiled!]
n she sae 'well,den u juz watch hyme...so nutink cn hapen'
n i was lyke 'urgh.....!!'
n well....
unfortunateli....i did HAV 2 gav it 2 hyme...
n soo i did...

he was soo 'shok' playin...until he 4gotten me....
n i was lyke 'HELLOR...'
'hey yo,ya using ma comp nt urs....'
n i told hyme 2 stop playin n it was ma turn....
n at last i did get back...
luckili he didnt tell ma mum again...
n soo i go on ma comp....

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