sometimes, u JUST know it when sumone snoops around ur room, ur things, ur belongings.
its the little clues that u can always pick up.
its the little chats that u can sense.
its the little suspicions that u can relate to.
altho its suppose to be a 'secret-snoop', it will be exposed, sooner or later.
So, no matter how hard u try to avoid questions, lie about it or better still, pretend like u didnt do it / didnt even know about it and then, neva bringing it up (like it neva happened) . . .
which will further lead me thinking, OH, wateva!
in fact,
nobody has to even say anything.
nobody has to even ask anything.
nobody has to even do anything.
either way,
The Truth Will Be Unveiled!
strange, But true.
when u discover it in the first place, u js cant be bothered to ask cos u know that its the same ol thing thats happening. u prolly just give up and not care.
i mean, wats the point?
it happened before, confronted IN UR FACE and yet, STILL happening. i guess it comes to a point where u dun give a damn anymore?
like, do wat u want, do wat u please, do wateva . . .
*sigh*
i farking hate it when it happens.
DO NOT touch my belongings.
i repeat, DO NOT! (even try)
i know where it was, how its placed and wats in it.
i do not like it to be altered in any blooody way!
i like it my way, my placing, cos they're my farking things.
if u wanna know things, JUST ASK!!
DO NOT farking snoop!!!
i farking hate snoopers.
maybe im in a pissy mood today. dun ask! i just dun wanna talk about it!
Hint: thanks to mummy dearest, however, dun feel like bloggin about it COS im pissed at her. (prolly she is at me too)
then again, im not an angry gal in real life. im a blooody 2 face. hah!!
this is why i love to blog so much. my rage and uproar madness is only seen thru words.
thank god! :o)
i reckon everybody have doubts about one another.
oh well. thus, they say:
C'est La Vie
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