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breakaway
Wednesday, August 20, 2008 // 9:54 AM

Life goes on.

Things had been rather shocking lately, very surprising though. Some are bad and can say that some are good. I'll not really relate anything here as this is somehow public and my secrets are only safe in my diary(: Still Danial is sweet enough to pick me up and send me home all the way from East side to West Side of Pasir Ris and West Side to East Side. Thank you :D
Haha yeah, and my life had been miserable since my maid had gone home. I gotta wash the dishes, mop the floor, do the folding of laundry and ofcourse take care of my baby sister, Qaisara. & all Qaisara do is cry whenever my grandmother's not with her, which means, that's freaking annoying. So ofcourse I got to distract her from being all over my grandmother. Such a killer at home. I can't really anything on my two younger siblings, they simply didn't understand. Imagine 3 weeks of these ! Not forgetting that I can't slack after school, gotta go home straight to help things around and I'm already tired.

KILLER KILLER KILLER !
Oh god, please save me.