Oh man, I can't believe I cried today while saying my story.
Maybe it was due to the serious atmosphere and that everyone was looking at me, that's why I got so sensitive about it.
Perhaps many of you might pity/sympathise me, but I don't want to be looked at differently okay?
I don't like the feeling of being pitied/sympathised.
It just makes me feel like I am such a poor thing when I don't think I am one, because I know that I am fortunate enough, compared to those children living in 3rd world countries.
At least I have people who love me and I don't have to worry about my 3 meals.

Oh well, it's all in the past, everything is fine now.
I really heave a sigh of relieve.
I guess I am strong, for I endured and overcome that period of time.
That darkest memory will forever be kept in my heart.
It will never be forgotten.

Anyway, I will be working at the Food Fest' tomorrow until next Tuesday.
Kind of excited for it because it is my first time working.
However, I've got to be at Expo by 8.30am.
It is damn early but I have no choice. :X
I shall go for the $450 pay. :D

Love, Grace.
My life is like a drama. -.-
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