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Monday, March 17, 2008
11:12 PM

Will tomorrow be a better one?

Had a reeaaaallllyyyyyy fking bad start of the week. Quarrelled with my nag-non-stop mum yesterday. I knew she was being out of concern but she kept repeating the same old sentences so I slammed my bathroom door (felt so accomplished at that moment lol) & went on bathing. Then I heard my super nice daddy scolding her (loudly) hehee & my dad was like consoling me 'Mummy is just concern about you.' Hoho so I did some reflection before my sleeping time, reminding myself 'Perhaps, they can only be your parents & loved ones this lifetime. Treasure them, period.' Lol hope it works :x

Then I received a fking call from the CC which I worked for a very short period of time on Jan. I fking hell did passed the money to her & she said 'I rly cant remember leh'. & the worst thing is I've actually got a person to testify for me but she's not sure either. Omfg this working place is filled with pretentious people. Felt fking being accused. But I knw I'm innocent, so screw them.

Yes, my fking back still hurts like real hell & I walked like some old ahma with ahma plasters :s Besides, I felt a prick in my chest when I cough/ laugh. Real pain & uncomfortable. So maybe these are signs of ageing/ death? Hoho damn.



& Wtf, I think I posted my mail wrongly. Did I?
Evelyn: