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profile | with selfless faith.
entries | the whole earth shakes.
Sunday, February 25, 2007 | 4:15 PM
dad wants me to quite netball. gd news? bad news? i dunno. but we so called settled stuffs juz now. & shockingly, my dad comforted me. he said in a nicely.. "nurul. blaja pandai2 tau. test2 nie sumer blaja btol2. make bapak happy." den my mum came in to e room oso. shez juz makin things worst seh. she was lyk supportin my dad n stuff. & i cudnt take it any longer tt i actuali said.. "mmg nurul da blaja agos2 kn. maths nurul uat agos pn bkn nyer mummy kesa kn? nurul copy kn?". i seriously said tt. i juz had to let it out. u dun expect me to b a dummy ritez. & obviously i was crying as i said tt. & she said.. "elehh. mummy aru maen2 kn." wth?! okaes, i can accpt it now. but ytd.. it doesnt sound lyk shez jokin ard at all! sheesh. & my dad was bein nice to me. gd thing? i guess. things r betta now, mayb? haish.

anywae, im not goin out todae. itz a super boring wkend for me. stay home all dae. i studied a lil bit for my common test ytd. & im gonna continue doin it later.. i hav to pass all of them. gd luck ppl. byes.
i really do..