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Saturday, July 12, 2008

Setting: dapur rumah
Time: 6.40am
Ibu: Tadi kakak cakap lain...
Azalea: Ape la?!! Kan kakak kate, baju da letak sane (pat gosok baju)!!! Ibu pekak ke ape!??! Bukan seterika da on! Pekak seyy deni! [obviously, aku tinggikan suare depan mak aku. N she was in a very gooood mood, da semangat2 nak gosok kan org baju, aku treat die mcm nie. KURANG AJAR nye azalea!]
Ibu: ohhh,, tadi ibu terdengar salah agaknye.. tk ape la.

This is e morning accident that really had a GREAT impact on me. I was sleepy and I just came out from the toilet. I wasnt in the right mood. Yeahh, e night before was OC and i was VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY disappointed that i cried! See how dedicated i was for the parade.. heeh. X) But i was! haha! And im not sure which satan went in me, and i just raised my voice at her! at IBU! nooooo! she may be biased to me, but she's my mum! i wana be a good daughter even if she prefers my younger brother to me.. so what? I wana prove to her im equally worthwhile, even if im a girl, even if im not as smart as adik. Adik damn pandai! la.. jealous la seyy, tk ya blaja boleh dapat A, tk fairr! HMMPH!
I saw e look on my mum's face, that kinda "oh no, i just made her flare up" kinda look. I ignored. Then after she ironed my clothes, she went into her room. And then i felt DAMN GUILTY. Cos for the first time this year, i find fault with her.tt's nt right. So when i wanted to leave, i salam her and and I APOLOGISED! FOR THE FIRST TIME! WOOHOOO! I was sincere! VERY! i felt it, i held back my tears(i dint want to cry first thing in e morn anws) haha.

And when i reached home after sooooo long, i had dinner and chit chat chat chat with ibu! YAYNESS! Even though she's garang like tigress,, she's a good counsellor! any probs in sch, i choose to tell her than to tell anyone.. and i love her for that! HAH!

ok la, da penat nie..gtg. I wana obey ibu also. she tell me to stop using comp lerr.. suro blaja. Azalea nak blaja nie. GO!

PS: Cos u'll always be my baby~! X)

MWAH!

Blogged @ 7/12/2008


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