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♡ mine.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010, 10:35 AM
I remember a girl who used to say this, "Life is unfair. You put someone first who puts you second. You study your ass off for a final only to get a B in the class when you deserved an A. You give 110% to someone in a relationship when they only give 40%. You’re there for your best friend at 3 a.m. when they need it the most & the next day they don’t pick up their phone. You give something your all & sometimes get little to nothing back. You care so much about someone who doesn’t care enough about you to say hi once in a while. You give someone your time & they give you “sorry, I’m busy”. It seems like you’re giving everyone everything & they’re just walking away with it."
Fortunately, that girl finally learn to grow up. I'm actually glad that she is.

Alrighty, Tuesday already. Guess what? Homework left untouched, I'm kinda "grounded" in a way that my parents don't allow me to go out, with all this preparation for Hari Raya thing going on, with her goingggg crazyyy with her business ventures. Sighh. So I pretty much devote my 93% of my time to the internetcumbloggingcumIM-ingcumbloghopping. The other 7% is via texting some possible contacts(yet some had a harddddddddddddddddddddd time of reply me). I can't figure out any other way to make good use of my time. This is just whyyy, holiday sucks people.

Blov-vers, your holiday were spent catching up with movies and meeting up with friends(lucky you, I say). But for the unfortunate me, I have to be running around, helping mum with her annual Hari Raya business and get tongue-lashing if things weren't going as scheduled. See people! It's not that I am some crazyy dork, staying at home studying and refuse to accept your invitation to screw some time and party. But for the godforsaken time, people keep occupying me with things to do. And letme tell ya this, suck suck suck sooo muchh I can dieeeeeeeeee.
Mama, I love you, but can you for once, let me get loose a little and let meeeeee have my own break :(

Sigh, okay, no use brooding.
The Queen's arriving home in no time, I better get going already.
Daaaa, blov-vers.
Before that enjoy Taylor's new MV :D