Controlled by something.
Uh. 9 AM, mom woke me; aunt needed me to help her to move furnitures. Ah. They lived in quarters before and are going to move into their new house. Luckily, their unit is just on the first level. Carried a washing-machine, refridgerator, few cupboards, bed, and it wore me out. Weak and powerless. I can't raise my arms high for more than 3 secs. They're trembling, shaking inside. I won't be helping tomorrow. Let those still-sleeping-at-10 cousins get their part done. Hell. It's Labour Day today and I was an imported worker.
And I can't stop thinking about that girl, missing.
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And I can't stop thinking about that girl, missing. Whow. Who is she. I wnat to know her.
ReplyDeleteOuh. It's the one who's asking the question herself.
ReplyDeleteWanna meet her?
Heh.
Haha :P
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