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Sunday, January 27, 2008

In the morning, daddy sent me, mummy & dage to the temple to pray. there's alot of people performing lion dance there, then there's this irritating group of guys, bloody irritating. they point at you & talk like noone's business, so effing rude & ugly of them la. disgusted.. after everything, went to somewhere which sells yummy lormee. then they sent me to work, & I was an hr early so slacked at the shop. something wierd happened again at the shop la. a guy with a wierd accent approached me, then asked me alot of questions la & I was dumb to reply. so he asked me for my number & kept asking why I don't want to give. he even said that he will come down more often til' I give him my number, wtf!?!?!?!! so he asked for my email & I'm so afraid of him, I quickly scribble a rubbish email & shoved him off. bloody hell... quickly call mummy then she scare me, say maybe he's waiting for me after work, omg.....

what worse thing can happen to me? -.-"

so many things been happening.. house is in a mess recently, everyone's not feeling so good.
I want my dage back.. I rather he scold me and all.. )':
everyone thought that my family is so happy but there's alot of things happening..
been crying alot these few days, puffy & tired eyes..
you weren't around when I needed someone to hold me back up, I don't know how long I can hold on to.




11:30 PM