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Wednesday, October 1

indeed, its the day«

5:51 PM

salam. i dont know how the day is going to be. its 5.57(pm) and im still at home. sad? haha. i dont know who to blame. because mama is still sewing our clothes. and the machine went berserk. raya mood went down the drain. so i heard we will be going to 5 houses. the usual. but we started late. so less time to spent at their houses. thats not fair.
but i am thankful that we have a car now. i still remember the days where we have to take buses to travel. and my goodnes. mama's mom (my grandma) lives in woodlands and the other one, papa's mom, lives in pasir ris. so if we dont go out early, we wont get to go to my other grandmas' place. (i have a lot. the two mentioned beforehand and two at bedok. and the last one at punggol. thats 5. :) yeah, we have to travel from one end to the other. i dont know what time i will be going home. tomnight. tomorrow, i dont have school. (thank god)

i want to thank mama too. for trying very hard to try and finish off the sewing. she is already frustrated. and irritated. and being PMS-ish. but its okay. i do understand. thank you mama for putting in the effort. i am such _________ for trying not to help much. oh. while helping mama sew the buttons and hooks on, i poked my lips with the needle. i know what you're thinking. how the hell right? well, because im not strong enough to push and pull the needle. my hand hurts and well, i used my teeth instead. and at one point og time, i had to pull the needle so put it to my mouth and well, tadaaaaa. HAHA. it bleed a little. but it hurt like hell. i swear if i didnt come up with something retarded in my head, i would have cried. it was THAT bad. sheesh. next time, i wont do it again. hah. so not gonna happen

oooh. mama finished sewing. alhamdulillah. im going to change. i love the baju mama sewn today. (: going to take pictos.
salam lebaran. (HAPPY RAYE!)

(editted//)
well, we managed to go four houses only. the one at punggol is too far out. (: today insyaAllah. going out at 6++ is funny. gededak-ish funny. because i was of course excited. (NEW CLOTHES!! and i grew 10 cm taller. thanks to the fairy dust(heels) :) okay, i love my new shoes tooo. heee. round here and there. i think this year aint so good. i didnt get to meet the other cuzzies. nevermind. saturday out together aite JYEAH! excited nie. tomorrow got school. am also very excited. unless the rents wants to go out somewhere. but i dont think so. (dracuula car -_-") and the pictos i took are either blur or too dark. and i am lazy to edit. (ohoh. to dearest people on earth, I HAVE CS3 ALREADY. thanks hafiz. woohooo) so, jyeah. NO PICTOS! ternet.. haha.

i hope nazirul reads this. and i dont care if his friends or admirers or crushes do too.
MUHAMMAD NAZIRUL MUBIN, I HATE YOU. there are a lot of reasons and i know you're like my only brother and all, but i still hate you. you effing brat who thinks the whole world revolves around him. and watch your mouth lar bastard! that temper of yours too. i can say this, if this goes on any longer, i can effing kill you. yes, I CAN EFFING KILL YOU. being 15, getting an IC, being the only male grandchild doesnt give you the right to be bratty, demanding, bossy and what have yous lar eh. stupid, really stupid human being who doesnt appreciate thus not suppose to live. i dont know if i am going to regret this. i think i will. but hell! i dont care right now. who the hell do you think i am? your freaking servant? go and reflect on yourself lar. ive done my bit and where's yours? i hell think that you think you're so big. now, let me tell the world that you're nothing. you're freaking insecure lar. nie membuka aib org eh? tak bolehkan? but he well, DESERVES this. hell yeah. when i regret this, i'll delete this section. but for now, SO NOT GONNA DO IT! grr

and this goes out to CHARLOTTE.
girl, i miss you. *huggles* you know, for people to look up on you, you've got to love yourself. and if there's no one to love you, I AM HERE. (teehee) i love you. its funny eh? we just met once, NEVER chat, occasionlly talk (on the taggy) but i miss you this much. (shows how much) but jyeah. and i can relate to you. like, how tired i am of living. and how 'perfect' some people are. and how sometimes, people doesnt care at all. how lonely it gets at school (not that im a loner. sheesh) but one thing i realise, with this all going on, its to show that you're stronger. more than you know yourself. because, all this is just a phase. we're just a bunch of confused, full of angst, teenager. and so is our friends. jyeah? (omg. im rambling too much. nevermind. bear with me. HAHA!) we'll just have to hold on. no matter how thin the thread is. because at the end of the day, life is beautiful. too mery for us to be down all the time. cheer up babe. you being emo make me worry. well, anything, you got me. *grins* no, you dont burden people. people care, well, I DO. so, tell me. HAHA. (i am forcing you aint i? nahh. its okay if you dont want to tell)
Why am I so obsessed?
I'm totally unimpressed
This happiness is getting me down

*huggles* TAKE CARE aite?

well, bye for now. im waiting for the kids to come. (:

wassalam!

salam duuuuniaaaaaa, salam seeeemuaaaaaaa;NABILAHMOEN