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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Today just sucks. I saw Yazid , he became matrep already. Everywhere i go i saw him. Irritating sia. Wake up ard 12 . Still sleepy. Mum ask to do housework and my homework so i did all of it b4 she screams at me again.Sis took the laptop b4 i could take it. So i had nothing to do at home.SuperDuper boriing. Bby got things to do so i better let him enjoy first.ard 6 plus mommy ask me acompany her go lotone. I wear like minah just now and i realise that i only attract matreps. ewwwww! haha.i decent lah eh(: When we wanted to take the bus to lotone , mum start conservation with me.

Mum: Kakak kau cmne ngan zaini?(hows your sis and zaini?)

Me:mane adik tau. tanye adk buatpe?. *shakes my head.(how i know,ask me for what?)

Mum:Abih kau?(then you?)

Me:Ape maksod?(what do you mean?)

Mum:mataer kau lah.(your bf la)

Me:mane ade.*Feel irritated(where got)

Mum:abih yang mase tu ketawe2 tak habis2 kat telepon tu.(then that time you talk at the phone and laughing away.)

Me:kawan laa.(friend laa)

Mum:banyak kau punye kawan eh, kau ingat aku tak pernah rase ni semua.(Your friend?you think i havent go through all this?)

me: uh yelah2. dh lah. org ckp takde ,takdelah.(uh ya, okay la. i say don have, dont have lah)

From there my mum kept talking and talking about guys and what i should do and all stuffs. I shouldnt have follow her. Her point is to ask me about whats going on. She even peek at my msgs. Wat the freak. Stop controlling me ): You should just trust me.