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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.

Saturday, December 05, 2009
01:36
refused to sleep in my room (I had my reasons) so slept in the study room. But Kak iza needed the light to pack her stuff (she's leaving for holiday later). moved to kosong's bed. A while later she chased me away. plonked down in the sofa, pressing the cushion hard against the eyes to keep out the light that came from the kitchen and study room. But the radio sounds from the kitchen were disturbing. tossed around restlessly. Could hear kosong chatting on the phone. Wondered why she talks to her friends more than she bothers to talk to me. wanted to plug in earpiece, but dint want the wet ears to spoil them. Yes, by then I was crying very hard quietly (of course not just over this nowhere to sleep). Tears rolled outwards from the eyes to the ears. breathing was through the mouth cos the nose was blocked. Crying while lying down sure is painful. Gave up trying to sleep, went to the toilet to wash face and saw how ugly the eyes were. so red and puffy. And it still is heavy.

kalau hati adalah di mana perasaan wujud,