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.Friday, August 15, 2008 ' 9:20 PM Y






Pictures for today movie.
Oh well... Cried and you know.
Got stares from the guy sitting beside me. -.-!!
CRY GOT WRONG MEH? SO SAD LO!
And The whole cinema was packed!
So many people went to watch Money No Enough 2.
And when i saw that the mother was put into the old folks home.
I kept thinking of my own mum. Thinking that i wld nv do that to her.
It's just so cruel! And the mother loved her children so much!
She even lend them her coffin money. All of it! Yet they were so ungrateful.
The most touching part is when the mother saved her children daughter.
SO SAD LA! Kept crying like idiot. Meenyi cried too! =x
Oops..
And now i miss my mum. Hais...




FREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Gotta move hse any moment agn.
Hais.. I want a hse that's called 'my own'.
I'm sick of moving here and there.
I don't even know what's home to me already.
When am i able to earn enough money to buy a hse of my own?
I'm so so depress now. ='(((
I envy my friends who have a complete family.
I envy them. I feel like crying agn. SHOOT!
But i can't cry.. I'm learning to be strong.
Stronger than ever before.
I must make sure that i'll let my child have a complete family in the future.
I don't wish my children to suffer the same fate as me.
It's really miserable. Really miserable...
I need a shoulder. =(


HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO AFFORD THE RENT?!


CRAP LIFE!!!!!!!!!





TML
Meeting dad. =S
It's been a long time since i went to Macpherson CC.
The last time i went there was when i was Primary school.
Having badminton training with the wall. -.-|!|
HOW LAME~!~!
I might run to play badminton tml. HEES~
Using my dad racket of course.
And it's been a long time since i wrap the grip of the racket.
I miss those days as a family with my mum.
But all's gone ever since she pass away.
If only she had her sickness treated early.
If only....

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