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Tuesday, February 28, 2006
20:31

...are never meant to be broken. i just have been humiliated by dad. my parents have been setting rules for baha but he never seem to follow any one of them. so last week, i decided to be very firm with him & make this very straight & clear - no habbo for him on mon-thu. so everytime he played habbo, i forced him to stop playing it though nobody was using the comp or he didn't have homework to be completed. he DEFINITELY dragged & forced me to switch off the pc improperly. until just now, when i threatened to switch off just like that, dad came & asked me why i must do that. he let him play the comp since nobody was currently using it. i mumbled reluctantly(afraid that he doesn't accept my opinion) & shakily, "...might as well don't set rules right...". i looked like i have no pride who set rules that is meant not to be followed. HOW THE HACK IS BAHA GOING TO BE A DISCIPLINED PERSON IF MY PARENTS KEEP GIVING IN TO HIM?!?!!?!?!?!!?

on sunday i went shopping at tm. well not exactly shopping but buying what i need. erm...yeah. i felt SO free & like joyful. but the thought which intruded is when i will finish my work. it has been a long time since i last shop. i don't shop. on the way to tm from tamp library i saw mdm fari. haha.

ring ring...

"hello?"

"hello. ..."

"...hello?"

"hello. may i speak to pak zawi please?"

"hold on." muuuum!

"hello?"

"hello?"

"who's this?"

"what? hey speak properly lah."

"Innalillah..."(from God we came, to God we return)

& the conversation goes on...okay basically this was how i received the news that my granduncle passed away on sunday night. the sunday i went shopping. what i regret is i didn't pay him a visit when he was hospitalised. so the last time we chatted was during last year hari raya visitings.