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curl fingers, hi
here's how it goes. i'll most likely reply on your tagboard. but if you don't have one, the reply goes here.

Monday, July 07, 2008
02:01
although it has been one week, it still bugs me. i've never screamed at someone that bad before. and i cried like shit. my hair was all over. i was at my study room facing the corridor and luckily i bothered to close the window.
she then left cos she had to go out. a few sms-es were exchanged furiously before she called me. over the phone, i let her talked first and when i wanted to talk, i was so desperate to ask her to gimme a chance that i started screaming to shush her down. but according to her, it's cos her phone was spoilt. this part was really crazy. this was also when mum and barom came back and mum just had to open the window (she hates stuffiness. ey hello i closed the window not for fun la ok.) and they both stared at me.
she then gave up and hang up on me. sms-es were exchanged again. what bothers me most was when she texted 'Dats the dif btwn me n u. Dats y i tot yr nt direct'. since she was a literature student, i take it that she is better linguistically. so is that why i've not been doing well in humanities?
oh by the way, i'm relieved when i recently found out i could've gotten a grade higher for my geography. but too bad luh huh, it's too late for it to be reflected in the report book.
back to the story, now i'm more cautious when talking to her (like as if i haven't been quiet enough). like a few days ago, something happened in the morning. i refused to start another argument so i quickly dismissed it off so of course she had the last say. suka hati lah eh, tak main ah gaduh gaduh ni. like as if the other home problems are not enough.

this is random but i miss 2M malay class people. 'amirah, aqila, ayesha, deborah, halimatul, khairiah and shyaza. nadzirah pun boleh jugak ah:D.