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Monday, April 19, 2010 @ 6:58 PM
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I, Farhana Bte Ismail, officially declare that I hate school.

I know it's very important for me to get my diploma and my parents are putting all hopes on me. You know how much pressure that is? In a few years time, my dad will have to retire from his job and the family is expecting me to chip in cash by then. I'm definitely not mentally prepared for that kind of responsibility. I feel like I have the need to start work ASAP.

I had a big argument with B just now. I hate being accused of something I didn't do. It pisses me off (gila babi). I was shouting in the middle of campus due to the rage that was building up. Sedaaaaap peeeee pekik tu macam, a heavy load off my chest sia.

And fighting over a small matter, please lah B.

But everything's okay already. I'm at the computer lab waiting for him to fetch me. Not sure what time but he'll be abit late. He ends work late every Monday. We'll meet and settle it properly over dinner or something. Gosh, kepala sakit sebab kena hujan ):

And to THIS PARTICULAR GIRL,
Tengok diri dulu dalam cermin sebelum mengata orang lain.
Kau ngan dia perfect sangat ke? Oops!
Maaf lah yang perfect (:




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