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Wednesday, December 3, 2008



its raining now. light rain. looks like snow. so beautiful.

but.. this woman is very angry!
my damn lil sister went to the prom in a tube dress, my heels and gold clutch. with hair made and stuff. then DXO. bloody hell. i swear to god i wish i my mother knew what goes on in her life. when they are so worried about me, suprise suprise, their precious daughter did something bad. hah. berlagak. action tanye mane tudung nak match ngan baju tu to my mum while i was in the showers. fucking cheebai. i hate my life.

sorry abt the vulgarities. but honestly i really feel like a damn outcast! argh!

and im done repairing fahrul's laptop. that arse. stop using emotional blackmail can. i told him in his face that he made his choice. and he went on saying that if he could, he would change things to be with me. but he cant. and of coz that is all bull. no no. im not hoping hes with me. hes a womanizer. why would i want to be with him? and the fact that he slept ard and gets high. he made a good point which i think he said that to make me feel better as if i was still in love with him that even if we got together, my parents would take one look at him and said NO like what they did to azman when i only had to describe him. which i had to agree. but we also agreed that all that didnt matter. like what he worked as and stuff. what matters is that he had a job that is halal and earns good money that he can support the family with. i didnt mind azman was a crane operator with PSA. okay, they had a better name to it. and no, i wasnt looking at his income. i love him for him. i dont even know how much he earned! but he assured me that he can support me as his income was quite big with all his allowance and stuff. my mum didnt see it that way tho. crane operator? NO. must be a uni grad.. good working position. be at the same level as me, a teacher at least or better. but do i really care about that?? hell no. all i care about is that he would be able to support me and my family, to love and cherish me and be with me till death do us part. there. simple.

argh. all these rage!!
ok. calm down. look at the 'white snow' and calm down diyana.
haiz..


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