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My name is Chair and I rock.
Seventeen candles on the 28th September '09. I ♥ cocktails, cocaine, and clubbing.

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at 9:29 PM

Sometimes I just wonder when would I garner my family support.
With regards to the major decisions in life,
each side reckons they are right.

But in fact, who are we to decide who is right or wrong?
Based on seniority? Experience? Love and concern(please not this)?

Ok, now for the declaration that I am actually unable to blend into my own family.
If I can't blend into it, can I even call it mine? Yes.

After living wth them for 20 years,
I realised that I was moulded into someone, somewhat, very different from them.
The beliefs, culture, way we live etc.

Maybe its just my problem that I am such and you can just blame it on me.
Friends around me share anything under the sun with their family.
For me, it simply sucks that at times (or maybe most of the time),
when you have some things to share, be it good or bad or even something random.
It feels so damn bloody awkward to even squeak it at home.



I feel like a freak, someone making a three to a four.
I hate this feeling.
Trust me. You would too.