That’s my allergies, if you’re wondering.

Still didn’t go to school today. My allergies are getting better, but not fully recovered.

Monday night somebody committed suicide.

The guy and his family sells chicken. He’s a bit handicapped. He only has one arm and a half. His brother calls him BOTAK. My mum says he always takes the chicken to the customers and helps the fishmonger carry things.

Recently he won the lottery and a China girl started being nice to him. They went to KL together. Then when they finished spending the money the girl just broke them off.

The guy told the pasar people to go visit him if he’s dead but they just thought he was kidding.

He committed suicide…

I know this has probably nothing to do with me, but hey, I eat his chicken.

He’s in yesterday’s newspaper.

R.I.P, k?