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"first for everything"

hello there.
the angel from my nightmare.


i was on fire.

that sentence may have a whole lot of meanings. such as, i may have been looking very hot, or i was feeling very angry, or i was on the peak of my career or something like that.

somebody said that to me.
guess who.





so sap brought me all the way to city hall to use one of the many cyber cafes here. haha. there's a first for everything, right? heh. it's pretty cool here la. hoho.

ouh!
for all you people who have been trying to contact me and have been unsuccessful, please take note of this very important announcement. =D


my beloved most charming father in the world has suspended my fucking line, due to bills which he refuses to pay. well, two words to you. fuck away.

and if you any of you need to contact me, please ask me for my new PREPAID number. thank you very much. deng.




i've been facing a lot of setbacks recently, and that hospital report didn't make things any better. if i'm going to do my best i'd better be reserved a bit. nope, i haven't told anybody, not even jumalia or hidayah. and i'd prefer to keep it this way.

i hate it when i get sympathetic looks.
i hate it.
really, i hate it.

ouh yesh, sorry i haven't been updating, nor replying to my tags. my sister sent the laptop for repair and it'll only be back around next week. blahs. the agony.

my online assignments are incomplete, and i have no idea of how to access my account. ahaha. i forgot my password. huhu! blahs.



so it made me tear when i read her blog. why did he skip his religious class and went all the way to my house when there's still something going on between them? why did we do things that we weren't supposed to do, even when he probably says "i love you" to her every single day? why does he still call me at night, hoping to talk to me until the wee hours of the morning? why hasn't he let go of me? and what the fuck should i do now? stay this way, making her live a lie, or let go of him and let him suffer? either way, i'm hurting.

think about it.


i hate you, ****.
you promised me time and time again.
you're just like him.
empty promises, FULL of fucked up LIES.
you're just another bloody liar.

somehow, it doesn't surprise me when teachers gossip about you. it really doesn't. go ahead, stay this way. you don't have to say that you'll be there for me if i cry. i DON'T need you. and you know what? i'll never, ever be there for you ever again. period.



on a brighter note.
if there's a single, hot guy who can dance and is not from riverside, please introduce him to me. many, many thanks.

goodbye.

p/s: you are PATHETIC, girl. really, you are. =)