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Yes, yes, I know I am an angry complain queen. But i know you like angry people.

about me
Never the girl-next-door,I carry this normal plain and boring look wherever I go. The laziness in me is a bug, it eats away my motivation to dress up like a sophisticated queen. My hatred for shopping is undeniable, I hate that turn-off feeling when I have to force myself to not buy something i really like because of the ugly price tag. Although i am not an angel, I am thankful that I blend in like a chamelon because nobody is an angel.

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I hate egg yolks. The high cholesterol thing is just an excuse, i just hate the taste, period. My affection for dogs on a scale of 0 to 10, is 0. The same goes to self-righteous dentists who torture poor people like me.



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Sunday, November 23, 2008 @ 4:49 PM
God.

That dog named Leo attacked me with it's bark. Which instantly turned my legs wobbly and made me feel like barfing. I was actually told to Kick it when it tried to touch me. I am sorry but i hated and feared dogs, or cats. But that isn't anything i could or can control.

I did'nt really kick it though, i gave a little kick at the air and he went backwards. I thought he's gonna leave me alone now, so it made me feel rather relieved.But WRONG! I was returned consistent terrible freaky disgusting menancing barks.

Right, I sensed Bites Next. I swore nothing's gonna be all right. I did'nt even dare to kick that damn animal. Dare isn't the right word, it was a combination of sympathy and heart-ache. I knew kicking would hurt that dog, and i don't want to be sent to SPCA. If it dies and become paralysed because of my kick, then i'll kill myself. literally.

Luckily someone took that thing out before it do anything to me. But the wobbling legs and the icy hands hasn't go off yet. Give me some time.

I don't know why people like pets. Especially dogs and cats. Fishes are OK, but those are out of question. Aren't they afraid they poo on their bed? Perhaps they're too lonely and enjoy the privilege of telling animals everything, because they keep all your secrets. If that's the case, i rather keep a doll.