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Laetitia's Diary
Saturday, October 24, 2009

went Jurong Point today. watched Love Happens and it was a borrring movie. Alan and i had the same conclusion: why does romance movies almost always include Jennifer Aniston??? yeah, she's pretty, got a great figure, nice butt and all - but still!~ hahha.

the part which i did teared is when John Carroll Lynch talked about his son in the movie. the longing for a play with him, or a hug from him etc etc. i cried. the loss is there and you could feel it through his acts and talks. it's simply.. heartbreaking. like you wish you had treasured more before bad things happened.
if only this, if only that. dont if(s) anymore. call and tell your love ones you love them, now. ^^
Wednesday, October 21, 2009

a frustrated mum + a broken dad = hell!!


mum kept banging things in the house. if i'm still young, i guess i'd be afraid - but i'm not. i'm 20 years old. old enough to understand what your little actions meant. so i was as frustrated as she was. i kept my silence, but i finally lost my cool when she threw the little money my dad had given her, on the floor. damn it! doesnt she knew basic manners?? throwing money on the floor could get you even poorer, GET IT, MOM?!~

seriously what's up with her. if you want to travel, please work and earn for yourself woman! yes i know. we're your children and he's your husband. but that seriously doesnt mean that you can throw your temper anyhow at us! argh. fucking irritating. (QQ, now you knew the reason behind le eh? please keep this to yourself then, alrights? that's my only request. thanks.) she's always asking (from daddy. glad it wasnt me or my brother.) for more; she'd NEVER have enough. go out and find a job!!!



i hate episode like this. i always ended up trying to find ways to appease her. and when she received it from me hours later, she was starting to smile (a little) though she kept saying i shouldnt have borrowed it. (yeah, all lies you shouldnt believe in.)

P.S. dont make donations if you're poor; your sincerity has already touched the god's heart. oh, believe me. i do know.