Lia.

That's destructive behavior... if I do that, they might refer me to an asylum. Sounds like my life. Other than my grandparents having problems with their health; grandmother has diabetes, grandfather has heart problems... everything is like that there ^

*hugs back* I hope you'll be okay, Nur. Praying...

Why should I? It's a bad thing to do. I don't like seeing people getting hurt.

KKLT! *hugs*

I know. It makes me want to hurt them. But I won't. After reading that, I feel that I missed out some parts... whatever happened on the bus. Me hitting some guy for testing my patience. I believe I expressed my frustration on the issue one day on DCW.

I'm sorry about that. *hugs* I wish people would still call me 'Lia'!

I held a grudge on IKEA.

What happened?

I feel sorry for you. *gives cookies* Was it because of grades or something?

I like it too

People think that I'm strange- because I never talk to them. I even stopped participating in class because of past experience. Good for you- being forgiving. I was never the forgiving type. *hugs back* Me... I hold grudges. I remember the boy who nearly crushed me to death. I remember the boy who made fun of my name. I remember the boy who laughed at my name. I remember the boy who told me that I 'copied' from Pokemon. (My brother and I named our turtle 'Pikachu'.) I remember the people who called me names and told me that I was stupid and weak to cry in class. I remember the people who cheered when I told them that I was transferring out of their school. (They were Christians at that. How ironic. :V ) I remember the boy who swore at me for beating his score. (That kid was my first rival.) I remember that same boy who created a joke out of my existence. I remember the man who called me the same terms that a boy used on me. (IKEA, July 4th.) I remember the boy who transferred over from my previous school. I remember the boy who made fun of my last name (I couldn't believe that someone like that would do something like this too) I remember the people who laughed when the (Chinese) teacher insulted me. I remember the people who developed a rumor of me last year. (Sent a rose to some guy on Valentine's Day.) I remember the substitute teacher who cornered me into getting trouble with the school. I remember the boy who implied that I was a 'hoe'. (Yet, not my fault that I was the only girl in the room.) I'm probably not done with the list yet, but that was a record of certain memories since Kindergarten to now.

*high fives twin*

Pepsi with Ice

That's good for them ^___^

I feel encouraged.

That sounds awful. A table edge? The table must be rather sharp to require surgery and all... The second one happened to me too. The penknife part is scary... *gives cookies* *hugs* *cries* I'm sorry!!!

*gives cookies to Moho kun*

*hugs again and again*

10 years later... I still won't give up easily.

Because you're optimistic and don't seem like the type who'd been bullied before.

My aunt has the highest degree in Chinese Literature.

*hugs back* It's okay. I want to do that too; which I already did on my laptop. I always doubt my friends at school. They all seem so superficial. Same here.

I think... you must be lucky to not be through all the bullying I faced in Elementary.

I see.

I see. That's good on you, then. Nicee, KKLT. But I bet you had a completely different childhood from mine... one without boys hitting you, calling you names or humiliating you in front of the entire class.