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On Thursday, I was happily checking my auto-answering machine until I received a message from a stranger, telephone no. 98875048 And yes, it's a GUY.
And so the message goes: "Hi, Shelley, *these words are not audible due to the over-excessive background noises*. I have a-"
And the message gets cuts off.
Yeppp. The freaky thing is that another stranger, no doubt a GUY again, called me just now. Well, apparently , he was informing me that someone wrote all my info and some bad stuff about me on the bus 112. And he was asking me if i was working or such. And kept requesting for my age.
Mmnnnnnm. What could that mean?
1) He's an really perverted freak trying to trick me into some stupid schemes.
2) He's a really nice guy and really sincerely wants to inform me that some idiots were slandering me.
Yes yes. There's some more reasons but can't be bothered to blog em' down. Anyway, I'm still wondering if the person who left the message at my answerning machine is the one who called.
So yeah. Maybe after some consideration or two, I might just decide to call the police and well, let them deal with it.
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I'm like really stressed now but I can't say the *f word. Hurrmp!
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Ever wondered why? W-E-L-L, the school will print my blogsite out and show it to the whole world!
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And also this is supposed to be meant for folks of all ages.
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Oh yeah manns.
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Oh yes. Another good thing to patch up the bad thing. I managed to get in for SYF! Cheer for me peeps! :)
Congrats Mommy, strike another wish off your dear wishlist! x)
Celine: Yeeps budd! Told ya you'll get in!
Lil' dear ews: Wheeeee! Alto 2 roxs for life. :) See, told you ya'll get in. My predictions are absolutely accurate! *Floor says: Yeah yeah. Shoot a bullseye to prove it*
Gavel Club! :)
Kudos to Toastmasters International.
Nah. I'm joking. But maybe yes. The chinese newspaper reported yesterday that this year is not a year for the God of Fortune to visit us, as the God of Fortune and the eh-hem scary stuff is in the same position.
Which means, when God of Fortune visits you this year, it may not be him at all. So peeps, take my advice or not, just warn your parents and relatives not to bet 4-D and Toto and whatever such so much.
I'm really superstitious, and i believe there is some *unseen stuff on Earth.
Why, you might ask?
Let me tell you, even if you don't buy my story, it sort of runs in my family that certain people are able to see *it. Don't ask me why. It's from my mom's side. I've got an auntie that can see those stuff but only if she's really down on her luck. My elder bro once saw it, and it was scary. He was pratically sweating cold little droplets when he told us.
Well, he was walking back home on this pavement surrounded by block of flat all round. (Ie, think of a red brick pavement, where there's flats all round.)
And when he was nearing the end of the pavement, he passed an old man with a knobbly stick wobbling by. He thought nothing of it.
A minute later, he turned back and saw that the old man was walking at the far end of the pavement, the place where he started at.
An old man, walking to the end of it in a minute when it took my brother like, 10 minutes?
Isn't it freaky? My brother ran for his life and to my knowledge, he never walked there again. And at my old home, it was also *dirty.
That time my auntie, the one who could see *things, saw a gorilla-like thing at my house's storeroom. And my elder bro, the one mentioned above, mentioned that he always saw an old woman at the window.
And at my mom's side, i have another cousin who i suspect also have this unfortunate abilty. And when he was just a toddler, and came to our old home, and immediately started pointing to the storeroom and cried non-stop.
Eww. Freaky isn't it?
Let's stop this talk. I'm getting scared.
Ok. Back to the point. I've got two ugly scabs at my knee now. Did i mention above that i fell down on Tuesday while on my way to the Prefect's Installation rehearsal? I think not.
And anyway, CNY's next week. Oh gosh. I'll be having two scabs at my knee!
Oh yeah. Read this series of books by Dave Pelzer. I guess many of you will have already read it, but I'm not taking any chances. Its a biology of his life, where he was cruelly tortured by his mentally-challenged mom. Starved almost to death, he had to resort to stealing and stuff. And he was tortured by his mom in some ways, like living constantly on a diet of Ammonia. And having his hand burnt over a stove just when he was eight years old.
This series consists of three books, The child called 'It', his lifestory when he was aged 4-12, The Lost Boy, his life aged 12-18. And also, A man named Dave, which was his life from 18 onwards.
I'm downloading Hello and Picasa now, so later I'll edit this update and add the picture of the book here. That is if, well, I'm able to do it. I'm such a klutz at comp stuff! I can't even make or upload a blogskin!
*Faints*
Oh well. Is my blog nice now? I hope so!
Gotta go get my passport done later, so i need ta rush soon. I think i'll better be off preparing my stuff so I'll have enough time to edit and attach the image later.
Until then, see ya! *Waves frantically*
