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Fiona Kwan.
18.
7 june 1991
Ngee Ann Poly.
AVT.


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Sunday, June 24, 2007
SENTOSA

i kept blowing hot and cold about the pencil case i wanted. the hair-style i wanted. the clothes i wanted. getting tanlines. ok almost everything. i planned to buy all these and cut my new hair-style during the school holidays. but i dont see this plan been working. down in the dumps :(

ytd was sweltering hot. went to sentosa for 'family day'. guess what. i saw quek quek early in the morning. he is walking out of vivo with his GAP's shopping bag. haha. his with one big butch of girls going towards mc.nah. im not trying to follow. just that we happened to go to mc to have bb.

his first question was :
" Did you study anot"
i nodded my head
" come here to eat breakfast with your parents?"
i said " ya. cos we going sentosa. what bout you?"
" oh i came here with my friends"

silence awhile and i walked off. is kind of weird sawing a teacher on the street. and my brother thought that his my classmate. HAHAHA.what a joke.

im trying to make myself as tan as possible. but i dont think it work at all. i dont look tan. i dont feel my skin is tearing. even if its peeling off, i will be fair again.and eustace said" you're born to be white" wtf. i find that tan girls are much cooler and sporty. well. i love tan girls.


sentosa was alright. i mean the places are alright. but the people there are acting like bitches. well. they dont act. but they are one of them. haha :D inconsiderate foreigners. i doubt im not going to those tourism places ANYMORE AGIAN. expect the beach. with their superlative rudest. a small little indian boy keep on pushing me and stepping on my foot. i just feel like screaming " FUCK. can you stop stepping on my foot you idiot" well. i thought twice and told myself. i must be polite and give a good impression. bull-shitting. another time was, we were trying to get out of the stupid place. squeezing one another, and a little indian girl trying to squeeze in front of me. expecting me to let her go first. and she gave that sickening look and she stared at me. i was totally freak out. ok. there are actually many many people who are super super rude. just trying to cut short my entry.