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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
ystd's...
*look whose tat on my left?**hehe.. showed diya the live telecast while my class is presenting..
haha..so bored..
ended quite early ystd but the faci can only release us at 4.15pm.
waited for nadhzry since he wanted me to accompany him to john little..
but ended up,i din accompany him coz i have to head to TTSH to visit my mum..
sorry nad..

i slip in the train..
damn tired ok.
the moment i reached,sis told me tat the uncle which is in the same ward as my mum passed away..
tat's so unbeliveable..
coz he seemed fine ystd.
msg nad..told her about the news..
not forgetting i saw the wrong concept guy again..
and i begin giggling to myself..
this tym..he wore t-shirt,jeans and cap..
i soo can recognise him!!
nyehaha..
and my mood suddenly change bcoz of this particular issue..
i shall not blog it down coz its a family issue..
i dun wanna drop his water face..
i begin scolding my sis n mum about this issue..
*sesungguhnye aku sedang berpuase*
but..i really can't stand it animore..
its really getting on my nerve..

break fast at kopi tiam and my sis is super slow..
haha..
azan dabes pun maseh blum dtg..
basket..
after tat did my rj and i felt so tired..
eventually fall asleep..
even my sis is sleeping..
damn tired pls..
headed home at 9 and saw my dad..
tadarus-ing..
tmr is alrdy the final jus..
wweeee!!
waiting for bf's call now..(",)

**dun expect me to respect u,when u dun even noe how to respect others..
pls control ur own financial and stop asking for money..
i dun noe if u even have a heart..
always think that u r in the ryte while actually u r at fault..
i never once answered u back or talk rudely to u..
and if this issue still continues..i have to do sumtink about it..
i dun wan them to suffer because of u..
ade udang di sebalek batu rupe-rupenye..
damn it!***