| went market today, as usual. it's my 'every sunday routine'. went back then forgot to buy i don't know what paste which my mom wants. so i volenteered to go to the NTUC cos i'm bored at home. by the time i reach the NTUC, that stupid pasted isn't there!! so i decided to go home but suddenly 1 fucking bangla came up to me! fuck! he thinks i'm an indian or what? fuck fuck fuck!! and the best part is he asked my number! go fuck yourself lar! am i toooo dark? shit i really have to do something with my complextion. i think i look like 1 typical indian. hahaha! okok cut it out, it's disgusting. after i reach home, i went back to central with my mom, sis and bro cos my mom says ahe wanna treat us coffee bean. then went to buy me a puma black top. it's quite nice. hmm.. honestly im saying that my mom is not too bad. she's quite okay sometimes. yea. suddenly i think about qw. i wonder what he's doing in malaysia now. chated with eunice. yes!! queenway here i come!!
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