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This is my blog, my rants. My stories of life.

I'm just your average girl next door. Need I say more? I write about what I think feels. I don't care about what you think about me 'cause it don't matter. If you think you don't like me or my blog, you can leave. Otherwise, come on in and hear my rants!! =) A year older comes May second. Sexy, Naughty, Bithcy ME!

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Monday, January 12, 2009
Lame Sunday

I miss these days!
* sigh *

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My Sunday was burnt just like that.
I had to work, doing Kuching flight.
But lucky me, I met Fann Wong and Qi Yuwu on the flight.
They were so nice!
And me, being me, not shy what, so I approached them and asked for a pic to be taken together.Haha

Cant seem to upload the pics now, so I will upload them tomorrow. Heh.

I AM STILL not really talking to Hubby.
Cant be bothered already.
I told myself, what the heck, I better be who I used to be before.
As in, keeping quiet about everything and crying to myself when I am down.
No point in me talking to him about it as he doesnt seem to care or change his ways.

I dont need him to change who he is.
Just change his ways, that's all.
Is that so difficult to ask for?
Why is it that he can always have his ways?
Fuck! I cant be bothered anymore!

I'd rather be weeping in silence!!