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Sunday, June 26, 2005


I hate people accusing me. I hate it when people accuse me, accuse me of something that i have not done. No matter how i explain, he or she is determined that i am the one. wtf. It's not the first time i am being accused of "sorta" spoiling the tv. Hello. The tv is not spoiled yet and i already made many cautious movements to prevent the tv from spoiling.

Yesterday, when my parents went out, i watched a dvd and after finish watching, i remembered and confirmed that i have switch back to tv mode. When my mum on the television, something changed and my dad called me. He asked who was using the tv just now. I admitted. Then somehow, he scolded me. I cant really remember the details. Hello. I really did change back to tv mode and straight away switch off the damn television. Even, if i really forgotten to change back to tv mode, i switched off the television and i didnt touch the tv anymore. When my mum used the television, she asked for my dad how to switch it back. I dunno what happen during that time as i was in my room playing game. And you know what happen after that. Haiz. Whatever, i am already being used to it. I just really hate the feeling of being maligned. I dont think anyone likes the feeling of being accused. The feeling is horrible.

Talking about television, it made me reminds a programme called true horror which was shown on discovery channel. Well, when i saw horror, the first thing that came to my mind was ghosts, all those eerie stuff. But little did i know that the horror means real horror. It really horrified me and it was shown on midnight there. SO you can understand how horror it can be. It's not ghost stories but it's true human stories. I really dun want to say it as it really freak me and my two friends out. I even had nightmares after watching the show. I didnt finish watching the show. It's grotesque. Haiz. I really dun want to say the details out even though i'm tempted to blog it here. Must learn self- control.

OK.

Me out.


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