Disasterous Week

Since 21st November till now, Dad and i haven been eating n sleeping well. My pants are kinda loose down, chubby cheeks hav mellowed down too.. i didnt realize stress could cause so much impact on my weight. My 3 meals was like 3-4 mouthful of rice only. No appetite at all and even in my sleeps, i keeps having flashback of my dad's co. Every nite, dar tucked me to bed w/o failed. I wanted to pop some panadols or wine to KO to hav a gd nite sleep but dar was v much against it.


We were punked.. a very painful and frustrating event. This is a hardcore lesson to learn. Gone are the ways the older generation works - agreement by verbal instead of black and white.


We need to vacant our current premises given @ a short notice n having large amt of goods.. is simply impossible. From searching a new premises to liaison w broker, negotiation, renovation was a hell for me. Thank god, i hav des, my parents n bro and my god-parents for the wonderful support.


Tears flowed down my eyes when dad said tat without me by his sides, he would hav gone mad, totally lost n duno what to do next. Really a hell of a time.


Each day ended w headaches n migraines... i hope this whole episode will b over soon.


We believe in retribution.. now we get punked by u. Dont worry man, mayb few yrs down the road, i will received news tat u will be severely punked by others or even the God. We wont touched you, is not worth dirtying our delicate hands.


Bcos of this, i cant go Bintan anymore.. this piece of shit isnt easy to settle. And Des is in a dilemma too, cos our co needs him too.