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UNKEPTSECRET♥
If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.

Fury

1) My mom's getting on my nerves.
2) Costume party what costume how!?
3) I trust people too easily.

Out of topic stuffs: (OH MY F GOD, I ALMOST DIED WHEN I OVERWROTE THE WORK THAT I'VE DONE ON MICROSOFT EXCEL AND I THOUGHT I HAD TO DO IT OVER AGAIN THAT'LL TAKE AT LEAST 3 DAYS ZOMG. LUCKILY MY DAD'S SAVED A COPY IN HIS THUMBDRIVE, though he should have said it earlier, it'll save all the troubles of me screaming, alarming my mom who scolded him blah.)

1) She claims I spend too much money (i spend the money I earned, and they're less than $200, and I've got some money saved up too), she claims I love to go out everyday (Yes I admit I like to go out alot, but it's only, like, twice or thrice a week?!), she claims I'm an ah lian who goes to karaoke alot (hello, only once in these two months?), she hates one of my friend and scolds her in front of me (...), and I can't learn hip hop that has been my very interest since the start of, what, sec 2? (RAWR)

2) I needa find a costume for cosparty on the 24th, budget $15 (MY MOM LA!) ....but come to think if it, I think I know what I'm gonna get alr (grins)

3) Definitely. I can tell secrets to people I know not long ago just because I think they're trustworthy (luckily I don't tell real deep secrets to them though). There's one, a very good friend. She asked me to go to her house but she told her mom that I was the one who wanted to go. She asked me to go out but she told her mom I asked her out. The only time I bought a shirt when I went out with her was...at vivo not long ago, and she told her mom I always spend my money on clothes wtffffff?!?! The only time I spent money was @ bugis when I bought a pair of shoe, and earrings, and present, $25 in all, and she said she couldn't get why I like to waste my money so much. Helllo little girl, my shoe's spoilt can't I buy a new pair? Earrings, you bought it too didn't you? Present, you still had to buy it some other day why can't I buy it now? That's why whenever I go out with her I can't really spend my money for fear she'll tell her mom who will tell my mom who will hate her even more. Lmao, makes no sense. There's lots more but I won't disclose her. I just want to say, I'm a good girl, don't try to spoil my image thankyou byebye.


Posted by Naomi at 12:16 PM



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