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Thursday, June 7, 2007

PAPER BAGS AND PLASTIC HEARTS, THROW IT AWAY, FORGET YESTERDAY.

listening to: The great escape by Boys like girls.

im so mugging.

M-U-G-G-I-N-G.

What could be worst.No money.Staying at home. With alot of laundries that needs to be done. With 2 toilets to scrub. With a hall to sweep and mop. With dishes to cook. And all not done.And im here blogging because I feel shite. I feel so. Useless. Haaahaaaaaaaa.Argh.

And some rude stranger called looking for my mother(who is probably hoorah-hooray-ing in some place with her friends.), and when I said she's not at home, the rude stranger slammed the phone down without saying bye or a simple thank you. Come on lah.So rude lah. And that just added a fraction to my bad bad mood.Oh can it get any worst?

And brother just called. Calling me stupid, scolding me like he owns this world. Just because I couldnt hear him at the door.He was blaming me and all saying he couldnt get in and Im a stupid sister that is just so pekak that I didnt hear his knocks. Wadde. Who the hell does he think he is. Where's your keys dude. All he does is come home,make a big entry, eat eat eat,change and go off again to meet his matreps friends.Lepak-ing in some hawker centre or maybe do some useless sepak-takrawing. Argh. At least he can do something he likes,without momma screaming at his ears all the time. My gawd.And he always frets he leads a sucky life? That no one in this house understands him? That he is actually "alone". OH GET A LIFE BRO. Who's the one leading a sucky life now. I put up with you for a long time. I just kept my mouth shut.I even take everything you throw at me. LITERALLY throw. Oh,maybe you forgot that you once threw a freaking IRON ROD dining chair to me.And caused me lying there on the floor helpless.Oh it feels good right bro? To see your sister down there, lying, taking more of your punchs, because she is too weak to even defend herself. Hah.Yes,i've forgiven you.But I wont forget.Well,its the past.but I still remember. Can i just get some respect?Oh can it get any worst?

A person msn-ed me.Some person I dont even want to remember. Oh sheesh,you too,get a life. You are so yesterday. Oh can it get any worst?

And i miss my MrGigi badly.Like freakiing bad. OH CAN IT GET ANY WORST!

huhuhu.

just.shut.up.tiq.


TIQ. I don't describe myself. Naddy Diyanah Syafiqah Yasmin Nunun Fahimah Izzat Shakir Khairiah Cindy Syahilla Ayuni Sopiute Nabila Seri Ubaida Syafiq Liya Sue Syiqin Marsya Nurul December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 March 2010	Thursday, June 7, 2007 PAPER BAGS AND PLASTIC HEARTS, THROW IT AWAY, FORGET YESTERDAY. listening to: The great escape by Boys like girls. im so mugging. M-U-G-G-I-N-G. What could be worst.No money.Staying at home. With alot of laundries that needs to be done. With 2 toilets to scrub. With a hall to sweep and mop. With dishes to cook. And all not done.And im here blogging because I feel shite. I feel so. Useless. Haaahaaaaaaaa.Argh. And some rude stranger called looking for my mother(who is probably hoorah-hooray-ing in some place with her friends.), and when I said she's not at home, the rude stranger slammed the phone down without saying bye or a simple thank you. Come on lah.So rude lah. And that just added a fraction to my bad bad mood.Oh can it get any worst? And brother just called. Calling me stupid, scolding me like he owns this world. Just because I couldnt hear him at the door.He was blaming me and all saying he couldnt get in and Im a stupid sister that is just so pekak that I didnt hear his knocks. Wadde. Who the hell does he think he is. Where's your keys dude. All he does is come home,make a big entry, eat eat eat,change and go off again to meet his matreps friends.Lepak-ing in some hawker centre or maybe do some useless sepak-takrawing. Argh. At least he can do something he likes,without momma screaming at his ears all the time. My gawd.And he always frets he leads a sucky life? That no one in this house understands him? That he is actually "alone". OH GET A LIFE BRO. Who's the one leading a sucky life now. I put up with you for a long time. I just kept my mouth shut.I even take everything you throw at me. LITERALLY throw. Oh,maybe you forgot that you once threw a freaking IRON ROD dining chair to me.And caused me lying there on the floor helpless.Oh it feels good right bro? To see your sister down there, lying, taking more of your punchs, because she is too weak to even defend herself. Hah.Yes,i've forgiven you.But I wont forget.Well,its the past.but I still remember. Can i just get some respect?Oh can it get any worst? A person msn-ed me.Some person I dont even want to remember. Oh sheesh,you too,get a life. You are so yesterday. Oh can it get any worst? And i miss my MrGigi badly.Like freakiing bad. OH CAN IT GET ANY WORST! huhuhu. just.shut.up.tiq. 4:02 PM ·