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♡ worth lesson(s) of crying.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009, 12:00 AM
I know, it has been a mistake, right from the start. You might think I'm bulletproof but I'm not. I'm sick and tired of your attitude. But I'm feeling like I don't know you. You said that to me but cut me down.

Precise. Another Syarafina's badd baddd baddie day.
To mark off this bad day, firstly in the morning I got internal cramps but mum keep lecturing on the fact of my unbalanced eating diet.
Next, PE barbarically el muy sucx. And then on, I'm starting to hate the day, forecasting the bad events later wards.
During Geography, I wasn't on guard-again, and give off my group the 2nd chance. God, I better need to brush up with Mindmax methods to focus. Whoaaa.
Choir Mayday starts after all my pathetic unnecessary blue funk. I'm one rueful person, who just can't sing to the perfect tune, pitch and each nitty gritty things to be taken care of. Beside me, accompanied by my junior, the Sec1s, and with me singing the wrong pitch, tune, headtone, its just a disappointment. Totally.
Just right after choir something I wish I'd born blinded to caught sight of. Forget about asking me what it is okay? Cause its an unwritten story. The clouds start to sign darkness, approaching the night and signalling downpour. Took the direct opposite bus with Atikah since its raining and I have NO SLIGHTEST MOOD to walk back to Admiralty.
Afterwards, board the bus that stops near my estate and saw a guy(upper secondary, in fact) taking the same bus as me. The Humiliation: On the 1st stop, everyone wants to alight and I and thattt guy was standing and apparently blocking the only exit. Then there's got this Indian kids pushing me to alight and the next second I know, my head tilts to his body. Let me tell you, that's a so OHMYGOD seconds I've ever had. After 'they' alight, I tried to scarce my sight of him and look at particular one direction and not towards his. With luck at all my side, he alight off first. Well initially I wanted to alight at the 2nd stop since its raining at it sheltered me all the way to my block but since 'then' happen, I decided if he alight, I just have to run through the rain-for uncountable of times, just to save up a face of mine.
In the midst of rain-running, all I ever wanted at that moment was, "why in the worldddd?????"

I reached home and all I get is Selena's unwanted comments like what's wrong with your hair?;it looks too much of a broom than a hair;lord, you're wet-please clean yourself, i hate wet creatures,ewk. (Oh, and bytheway, did I look like a 'creature' than a sister to her?). All her comments just add to my temperament that causes me to banged the metallic bank-look-alike gate in front of her and get her to yell at me.
Mum and dad was rectifying my mistake with an absolute cold tone that I should have not shown my temper even if I'm helplessly worn out.
Saw pizzas(only 2) on the dining table and thought of any feast that I've forgotten today. Turns out, mum didn't cook for dinner. I didn't jumped for joy seeing the sumptuous food on the dining table, like I always did, cause my day was bitter enough to have had the appetite.

Oh, a day I shouldn't kept in memories.
I think I'm starting a new and in fact renewing a chapter of my life.
Boy, its approaching felony since I udpdate this entry. So, before your electric bills shoot up, I better say my goodbyes.
Its all or nothing at all.