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17th august 2008

before i start on my long chatter, ibu told me my dad fall off the bed yesterday night. haha. funny lah.

anyway, pretty fucked up today cause i failed bike practical one point zero two for the third time. i dread coming home after practicals cause my dad isn't that selfless, you see. so asking whether i fail or pass is more of the money matter, rather than the learning point. aiyoh. still, i got face. i will fork out my own money obviously.

ooh ya, and i am quite irritated with this person. since when my dad hand over that house to you. ungrateful __ (fill in the blanks with whatever words you wish to). just because my dad allow you to stay at that house, doesn't mean you owe it. just who are you to brag you bought over that house. just because my dad bought cows from you, doesn't mean you get more. wait, my dad exchanged back the cows for cash already. i hope you will leave that house soon. irritating.

aiyoh. ok, i have to say this. i have been living with nothing more than lonely days. been filling my time butt-ing ibu to expo yesterday and wedding just now. friday was out with siti at vivo. good time spent, and i bet siti learnt a lot from my private teaching right. haha. other than that, much of my time was spent staring at the ceiling. just when baby will you have the time for me after so long.

and its seventeeth today. our sixty-third month. happy anniversary baby. it is beyond words what i went through and i hope someday you will wake up from your dreams that my threshold of pain is not going last. what for the figures if this continues. say what you want to people, you know nothing.

alright, have to be back studying. if you have been reading till this point, you have been great audiences people. =)