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A diary about myself

An ordinary girl with an extraordinary bad tempered. thanks for tolerating and forgiving. I Love You
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Just Leave It


Thursday, September 9, 2010 ♥
Bed

First time ever, I'm blogging on my bed =.= why is it so? I just don't feel like stepping out from my room, don't feel like seeing or talking to them. Why can't they just stop asking everything and let me calm for a while? Not too much, just a little while. You took my monthly pocket money and how am I going to survive for few more months until I get my ass out of ipoh and reach to kl? Sigh. Money is not everything, but without money, everything is in mess. Tomorrow start to work again, I actually don't feel like working under such company and stressful environment, but what to do? Nothing could be done. Out of a sudden, I just don feel like being happy:(
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