Happy Labour's day!

Hurry up and come home, ma and pa.
Too many days I leave the house, still dark, silent and empty.
Too many days I come back to a dark, silent and empty house, and spend the night alone.
I'm really scared of the dark.
I don't want to be alone for too long.

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For the past few days, my parents left for a one-week vacation trip to China(as usual, they always go to China and never get sick of it.)
I managed fine together with my siblings, but because both of them are often not at home, I had to do most of the household chores myself, no matter how tired I am or how much schoolwork I had, especially if I'm alone in the house for that day.
I realized that a student can never live alone by himself without at least one more person helping out with domestic work.
But I have to leave the cooking and the washing of clothes to my sister, though. I don't know how to cook, and I don't know how to use the washing machine. I hanged the clothes and kept them after that.
It's fine. Now this shows that we can live by ourselves at least a week without our parents.
After all, all three of their children are at least 18 yrs and above already.
They're coming back tomorrow night, and I'm going to the airport with my sister to welcome them back.
Looking foward to see them, I really miss them.~

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So, a now-ex classmate of mine transferred to another class yesterday.
Everyone knows why she transferred.
But I do not care, because she is not close to me.
I was only concerned that she return me my phone charger that was long overdue.
The previous day, I lent her my charger without a second thought, expecting her to return it to me soon.
But then, a dramatic event occured (one of my male classmates hurled a string of vulgarities at my friend, the class chairperson, when he was being paired with the classmate who has now transferred to another class, for some class activity for class participation marks, and naturally my friend, who was all innocent because it was her teacher who arranged them not her, and she started crying loudly after the class left), and in the midst of all the chaos, she actually dared to leave the school with my charger without even telling me.
Ah, while typing all of this, I started feeling angry again.
So I won't type this too much in detail, because then I will start feeling all kinds of unpleasant feelings.
Of course, she returned my charger THE NEXT DAY, only after much pestering and reminders from me.
Even when she return to me, she had such a black face on and didn't even mutter a "thanks" or "sorry" to me. Really? I should be the one having a black face on since she was being so rude.
But whatever, the matter is over. Everybody is glad and relieved that she is finally out of our class.
So am I.
Previously, I actually had nothing against her, since I never worked with her for projects before, and I always didn't pay much attention to her anyway since I had no reason to.
But after this incident, yeah. I dislike her. A lot.
And I'm glad that she's out.
And most of the other classes know of her in bad way, because my classmates spread news about her to their other friends.
I guess that's partly the reason for her black face.
Well good luck to her.
I don't, and never did, even care about her anymore.
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It's Labour day, and it's always a personal reminder to me.
That I'm going to turn another year older in 5 days time.
This year, I'm going to turn 18.
However, with all the recent events that happened to me, I feel that I'm not going to turn 18 with honour.
No, I don't deserve to turn 18.
I still can't do a lot of things.
I'm still naive about so many things in the world.
I can't cook, I can't wash clothes
I cry easily
I am weak
I still can't use a fork and knife properly
Many things happen daily that makes me reluctant to look foward to my birthday.
I'm like "Don't come!"
I can't.
But time doesn't care.
Like it or not, you're going to grow older.
I wish that, on my 18th birthday, nothing bad will happen.
Not over here, not over in Singapore, not over in the world.
Of course that is an impossible wish.
Every minute something bad always happens.
What makes my birthday so special that on that day itself, all good things will happen and all bad things will cease just because I turn 18?
That's why,
I shall wish for something else.
Like a giant harp seal pup pillow or something.
But really.
On my birthday, I shall go through that day with pride and honour that I have managed to survive 18 years on Earth, and counting.
Even though I gave up so many times, cried a lot and felt depressed because I felt left behind by people I know in life, or just simply because I couldn't do a simple thing, I will still walk on.
I will not waste my life.
If I can live, I will live on. For as long as I can.