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Monday, August 10, 2009 ♥

I kinda miss the OLD blogger. the one that i could paint it with beautiful pictures and colours. Stupid.

I am at the verge of the success for the transfer of my new gelanggang. And yes, it is not about anyone but it's about the locationwise and prolly about the T.M at my current gelanggang. Things that i heard pierced through my ear drum and make me put my ready-punched fist into my pocket. It might turn bad if i were to let it out danggling by my side. You know, people talking about family and stuff are sensitive issues. One word, asshole. Yes.

Im tired of keeping things to myself and make others happy whereas, i am bloody suffering here. Dad had been talking to me about financial issues. AND please, what else can i do but work for my own expenses. How much do i earn a month? It could only serve me alone. I did multi working to help u and mum as much as i could. I work part time in KFC. I give out tuitions. What else? I am still schooling. You said working in KFC burden me. Then, when i ask for cash to buy things that are needed, you nag. Then how?

Semestral exams are two weeks away. Yes i did fairly for my common test, but its nothing compared the percentage for semestral eexams.

I might be fighting a national athlete, again, this saturday or sunday i suppose.

Prolly, i will be dating with hubbie tomorrow.






















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