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♥ brenda


Hello, my name is Brenda by birth. I really like dressin up. I love books and photography. I hate lizards, insects, things that slime or crawl.Neither do i like gore or violent films.

AM WATCHING MY LIFE FROM FIFTY FEET.

And nope, im not delusional.
not yet

screams



Monday, September 07, 2009
i have awesome parents.
(that makes me pay for everything)

Yes, if you have known me long enough. You would have figured that i have never been on good terms with my parents.
Don't look at me questioningly, i know i might not have been the greatest daughter anyone could ask for, but im not a bad daughter, i can proudly say so, because i dont ask them for money, i live on my pathetic allowance. And i have to work to feed myself and support my lifestyle.

To those that actually bothered reading my blog, i haven't been blogging much becasue i am now shuffling 3 jobs. Holidays mah, why not, and no, im not going to be very rich by the end of the holidays. Because of my awesome parents, they decided that i should pay for myself.

Having to hear them break promises, listen to them saying things that i know willl never happen, looking at them buying things for my brother. Well, thats part of my daily life.

Feel sad for me? Never. i am going to make it big in life and show it to them, they have showered their TLCs on the wrong kid.

FML \m/