Complicated

Date: 17 August, 2006
Weather: Sunny

After work I walked along the bridge (the long escalator), guess what? I saw someone who looked familar to me, and I knew him. It's really suprising I didn't think I would see him there and he back here. I once sweared to myself I wouldn't ever let him exist in my life, ever! He looked all the same like what I used to know. He was with a short young girl with black shoulder-length hair. They were talking but not holding hands. He was holding a bottle of beer on his right hand, that's he! We were walking towards each other as in opposite direction. We had eyes-catching. He said a bit louder 'Hay!...... (I couldn't hear clearly what he said after)' But I pretended I didn't hear and continue to walk. Everything about him is just a history. It's fine that he didn't follow and the last call I remember he called me was last Christmas.
I supposed to buy mark six but when I got there, there was too crowded. People even lined up outside the entrance. It's just crazy. So I left as the time was tight, I had to see doctor. I have some red spots on my feet its cause of skin allergy. I hate this and it's inching. I have no idea why it happens! That's really annoying. So I didn't attend the last 2 swimming lesson. This is really killing me!! I can stand it no more. My collegue, Carol recommended me a doctor in Central, so I went to see him. There were so many patients lining there! But it didn't take long time. The doctor told me it's just cause of allergy due to some particular medicine (cream) that I used before. Actually I would like to ask him some more details about it, but he spoke too fast and didn't even give me chance to speak. He said I would recover soon after taking the medicine. Hopefully the red spots could go away soon!
A little bit hungry, I opened the fridge and took out the blueberry cheese cake I made yesterday night. I tried to clear up the table but then my mum just got crazy. She didn't like me to move her things. But if I didn't clear up all those stuffs, where could I place the cake? I started to divide it into 8 pieces. I know my mum likes cheese cake. But she just got mad and refused to eat it, ok fine! But then, she smashed it on the floor. I really couldn't stand her attitude anymore! No one tried to make her mad. I had no idea why she did this. Then she said she hate this and blah blah blah. Fine!!! I would never make it again!! Never! I was depressed and my brother was the only one who said he liked it. I ended up having no dinner and took medicne and slept!!