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♥ The Girl

Vinitha Valerie Vincent Henry.


If you think you know me, read my blog and think again.

I guess I'm just a girl wrapped in a mystery inside a bitch.

♥ Rant Bitch!





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♥ Sunday, November 9, 2008

I've been wanting to blog abt this,for some time now.

I was happily working in tumble tots,my usual saturday's,and i usually take the 2-3 year class and 3-5.Then one day,my fellow trainer said,i had to sit out for one physical play lesson,cos a child has been acting-out when im around.So i thought maybe cos i rarely smile,the lil boy might be afraid of me.Leaving him to warm up to me,i decided to avoid eye contact with him until he's ready.After the class,he was acting up real bad,crying real loud and i heard his mum said,THIS EXACT WORDS'' you better stop crying,or that ''apu neh neh'' will catch you.''FUCK! i wanted to punch the day lights outta her i swear! Then i understood,why he kept acting up whenever he saw me.The mum even told my principal that she does'nt want a dark skin trainer to take her son's class.I was soooo fuckin furious,you really have no idea! C'mon la,if you start putting this into your son's head at this age,can you imagine what he will become when he's older.Seriously?


As much as my heart sang to hear that bitch say tat,i still have to face her every saturday,so much so,i never go near her or her son,i dun even care to give her any attention, if her son needs help,i suggest she finds someone who uses fair and lovely,to teach her blady son.

I jus had to get this outta my system.We live in a freaking democratic society,please grow some brains to live by it.If you can't do that,move to CHINA! thank you :)


I write sins,not tragedies.
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