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I'm screaming for time out. Some people, can you stop being so fucking ridiculous? It makes me want to laugh til I hurl (kay, not really,) when I see some of your actions.

Really fucking sad. I'm swearing some cos I've had all these emotions locked and forgotten for like, a year or so. /;

It's really low. Seriously.

You, a (goodness know how old) uncle, can like steal my DAD'S STUFF, MY STUFF, MY BROTHERS' AND MY AUNT'S STUFF.

Like I'd pity you, sympathise with you. Ok, I did some at the start. Then you got too low, but I won't go all out to like screaming curse you loud enough for the dead pigs to hear.

First you tried, early, with the baskets. Woohoo. Dad uses them EVERY SINGLE DAY. Think he won't notice? Puh-lease. Even that thieving turkey is hella smarter than you. Back then, you were just across us. :D Think we're blind? Counting the number of times Dad has to scold at you sorry asses.... -sigh-

Then, with the boots. Our boots. We didn't notice back then, and then we moved. It became fucking obvious why our boots kept missing. You poor misers just had no money to buy some? Fine, charity for you then. Tsk, a pair of boots is just around $5-7. Just to clear the air, we stashed our boots WELL UNDER our stall. The ONLY way to get them, is to STEAL them obviously. You'd had to walk to the back, and squat down, AND THEN REACH FOR THOSE BOOTS. I always kicked them REAL INSIDE ever since the first theft.

Next was our fabulous styrofoam boxes! I'm starting to think that you guys have some sort of a weird fetish with my Dad's styrofoam boxes. What. Are my Dad's styrofoam boxes bringing you guys good luck? Or does it smell good? Must be the very interesting illustrations I drew. All those fish I drew, plus my Dad's lorry and stall number inscribed all over them. Staking them as my Dad's. This is a problem. ): Once you took our box, my favourite one cos I drew a dozen fish and a dozen lorry numbers all over it, and since you were already gone I had to take one of yours because I HAD NONE LEFT. Turns out you guys had PLENTY of empty ones. Screw you, must be the fish I drew on the box.

The last straw sorta came, when you took my apron. CUT IT UP INTO 2 AND USED IT. I'm wearing spectacles, not because I'm blind, but to see even more clearly. You spineless wreck. Of everybody's you had to steal mine, which I also have to use EVERY SINGLE DAY! I had no extras, so I patched it up, with loads of extra love and masking tape. THINK I'D NOT KNOW IT'S MINE. Only me would do such a thing in the whole market. Puh-lease. A turkey must've been better than you at counting 1 to 3. Last straw for me. I told you off. Thank god or whatever you were praying to. Cos I waited awhile before telling you off. I was about to fucking scream you see. And that no one was there to see it. Okay, not really no one.

You had to ask, what is an apron? Told you in chinese calmly too. Like I said, I waited. Else I'd fucking scream, you don't know what's an apron? Maybe call you a retard or something. Tsk, I don't really know. I've never really lost control before. I always have enough will power to wait until my anger subsided before confrontation. A thousand yays for me. (: (Then again, I won't know if he was actually sooooooo.... moronic to ask me what's a 围裙）

I'm too tired to say more. But I'll always remember. Our spade, took ours, broke it too. Can't fork out $5 for one? My my. And seriously, heaven knows what else you stole from us. To take another's belongings without asking is stealing. To ask and to not return is the same.

不问自取便是偷。I'd mark every single thing my Dad has. The next time better not happen. Ironic isn't it. You guys had 2 inter-connected main stalls while my Dad only has 1 main stall. Go screw yourselves. Epic failures.