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Saturday, January 26, 2008


heyhey....
my parents just left the house.... my
brother went to the airport with them... i didn't
go coz i wasn't feeling too well...i didn't really want
them to go...

i kept telling my mum not to go... but she thot i
was jokin... and they had to go coz they already
bought the tickets and all....

u probably think that i'm a weirdo or something....
but i'm really worried... and paraniod... this
happens when something happens to someome
close to u...

i think i'm starting to get paranoid abt losing
everything... everyone i mean... i think the death
has really affected me... my periamma was really
close to me... she used to take care of me when i
was a kid...

and her house used to be like my second home...
she was a really soft lady... used to cry for evry
thing... she was afraid of cats.. when i was younger,
my uncle used to hit her. and i would get really
angry and whack him wif the cane!!....

she was such a great mum.. but her kids didn't
deserve to have her... haiz haiz,... now everytime
i think abt her, i'll start crying...

i dun wanna talk abt it anymore...

i hope they my parents have a great time but at
the same time, i hope they come back safely as
soon as possible...

~ { 12:51 PM }
reflections of you and me;