/ Thursday, January 14, 2010
@3:39 PM /
School was fine.And i finally understand maths,only for that topic.straight after school i went home,upon reaching 22.I doubled confirm with my mom if i was taking the right bus.(just to make sure i won't end up at ang mo kio). Blame it on my luck,i met a flasher.(again) I was really on the verge of crying but i told myself to be strong.He wasn't doing anything to me at the moment,soon he started to look at me.(fuck) I know what he wanted,he wanted me to scream and get scared and he'll feel happy about it.I turned away,pretended that i've seen nothing.I should've asked for help from the bus driver,but i guess my cowardness of facing flasher just can't be strengthen up.(blame it on my past). As soon as i reach my stop,i fasten up my pace.GUESS WHAT,I OVERSHOT MY STOP AGAIN.Damn. Add salts to my wound for all i care. I
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