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Monday, December 20, 2010 @ 1:25 AM



Love this picture:)



I dislike it when people stare at me, especially a random stranger. I'd have countless thoughts running through my head. It's something like a self-esteem issue but then again, it's not really. Like, I would wonder, are they thinking "oh, she's so fat!", "hey, that girl is tall", "omg". There are countless possibilities, and I would never know.

This is not random. This group of guys were staring at me as I boarded the bus earlier on. I'm not able to tell myself it's because of my height, because I would never find out. It just irks me when people stare till no end. I really start wondering and become very conscious about myself. Sometimes I may tell others that I don't care but I think deep down, I'm starting to care. Hope I won't let it affect me next time because I really get a lot of stares sometimes!

Just this evening, from this random person sitting at the bus interchange who looked up and looked at me all the way till.... I couldn't see him, and the above mentioned people. What is this.


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