• kenny is a 17-year old student from singapore who doesn't really enjoy his occupation, and cannot wait to break free from his chains of captivity. he knows it'll take a while though. kenny is from raffles junior college, and is grateful to God that he has done well enough for his o levels in 2004 to stay in this premier institution of the north. kenny's birthday is on 20nov1988, and he hopes that you're kind enough to give him a nice little token of congratulations on his b-day for having made it this far, or at the very least wish him a very happy birthday. kenny enjoys writing, loves chocolate, and occasionally has a craving for alcohol which he satisfies through illegal means. kenny still hates eating veggies, though he has improved slightly regarding this matter, he no longer requests for 'no veggies' when having meals at fastfood restaurants. kenny hopes to get to know all the people who read this (not that there're many) better, and to lead a wonderful and fruitful life. enjoy!
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11/02/2004

life.

i'm so tired now.

so many things so many things all jumbled in my head, nervousness, sadness, anger, happiness SHIT it's like a deadly concoction in my head and there's this blender grinding and grinding and spewing bits of everything everywhere messing with my mind, boggling my brain and i feel so confused.

problems, problems everywhere and no matter how much i try to solve them, i still end up losing, just different stuff for each outcome. i know there's no reason for me to feel depressed but i still DO and why the HELL am i feeling like that? i can't even understand myself, shit about understanding other people.

how i wish oh how i wish that i was free from the iron grip of my parents just PLAIN FREE. i guess they don't know it, but their suspicion and shit is just really getting to me. i'm being killed so many times, each time different, everyday.

i know the old cliche crap about how grownups want to be kids and kids want to be grownups but for me i guess this cliche is not at all true. i'm waiting desperately for the moment when i can be considered a grownup and make myself free to do whatever i want to. be responsible for myself.

ah hell enough of this. bye.

kenny wrote this at 7:51 p.m.