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Wishlist:
> Egyptian Magic Cream
> Shu Uemura products
> Love, Chloe EDP
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Friendship Quote of The Day: A ring is round; it never ends and that is how long we will both be friends.
Yeah... moody. 'Cos now I kinda feel bad 'bout that letter. That re-application of absent leave letter. The head called me @@ Maybe I shouldn't write my number inside. The form I mean.
She commented on it lar... Say I'm very rude & harsh in the letter. So what I said are only "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry..." Yeah, I know, everyone makes mistake. I feel so dumb that a minor incident I cared so much about it.
God next monday I need to take the leave from the staff. The letter especially complain 'bout the staff. Seriously don't know how to face her. Whatever her name is. What I can do is bow at her & said sorry for the harsh words. In the letter. Might as well knew she read it before handing it to the head.
Argh. I guessed I've gone too far. But rest assured that most of the contents are written by my mum. I can't say that @@ They'll thought I blamed everyone else for what I've done. Sheesh. I can't concentrate to study now. Thanks alot stupid absent leave. Unless there's something that can cheer me up.
Not to mention, I think lately everyday in my life sure got something happened to make me unhappy & feeling very, very down. God I hate my life. Please take me with you. No kidding. I just don't feel like living anymore. What I'm exactly doing now is typing & staring at my study table, full of papers. What's the point of living? What is life for? To study since kindergarten? To make your middle finger to be bulkier from the results of writing too much? I don't know. Suddenly questioning all these unanswerable questions. I feel like I need to go see a doctor. But I don't feel like seeing anyone. Not even my family members. Especially my mum. God. So what I can do is blast everything out to my mum... I'm so sick of being the middle person. It's my mum writing it, but I'm the one who get it.
ARGH!~ Sorry guys. Really really in a bad mood.
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Friendship Quote of The Day: A ring is round; it never ends and that is how long we will both be friends.
Yeah... moody. 'Cos now I kinda feel bad 'bout that letter. That re-application of absent leave letter. The head called me @@ Maybe I shouldn't write my number inside. The form I mean.
She commented on it lar... Say I'm very rude & harsh in the letter. So what I said are only "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry..." Yeah, I know, everyone makes mistake. I feel so dumb that a minor incident I cared so much about it.
God next monday I need to take the leave from the staff. The letter especially complain 'bout the staff. Seriously don't know how to face her. Whatever her name is. What I can do is bow at her & said sorry for the harsh words. In the letter. Might as well knew she read it before handing it to the head.
Argh. I guessed I've gone too far. But rest assured that most of the contents are written by my mum. I can't say that @@ They'll thought I blamed everyone else for what I've done. Sheesh. I can't concentrate to study now. Thanks alot stupid absent leave. Unless there's something that can cheer me up.
Not to mention, I think lately everyday in my life sure got something happened to make me unhappy & feeling very, very down. God I hate my life. Please take me with you. No kidding. I just don't feel like living anymore. What I'm exactly doing now is typing & staring at my study table, full of papers. What's the point of living? What is life for? To study since kindergarten? To make your middle finger to be bulkier from the results of writing too much? I don't know. Suddenly questioning all these unanswerable questions. I feel like I need to go see a doctor. But I don't feel like seeing anyone. Not even my family members. Especially my mum. God. So what I can do is blast everything out to my mum... I'm so sick of being the middle person. It's my mum writing it, but I'm the one who get it.
Everyday is moody day.
Welcome to my blog. Before anything else please follow these rules : No ripping, spamming, and any type of childish acts.
Respect is a must. Best-viewed with screen resolutions 1024x768. Enjoy your stay and have fun!
