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Sunday, August 12, 2007

slow and tiring day
Things have been slow today. My phone has been very quite last night and today. No one called nor message especially yesterday. It’s kinda a good thing due to my bill hit sky high. Helped my mom clean the kitchen and mop the living room as well. After that I started doing my reports. I liked one of the reports I did. It’s really good, well to me it is. Lets see if the lecturer has the same point of view. OH! And I got B for my Law presentation…HA HA HA…I found that it was crap. Don’t know how the lecturer can give me a B…but THANKS anyway. At least some of the late nights paid off. Got to hand in 2 reports and 2 projects tomorrow. My gut feeling says that I might fail JAVA. I really HATE JAVA. My program doesn’t work the way it’s suppose to. I just pray that the lecturer would pass me under the ‘Pity Act’ (fyi this act does not exist in any country, I think…*scratches head*…)

I’m really pissed of with my twin. She knew that I’ve got my exams coming up every soon. She saw me doing my reports. Last Saturday, she went out just a few minutes after my mom went for her religious classes. My brother-in-law called me at home asking me if I could come over and take care of my niece and nephew while he goes to the mosque and my sister has got her tuition class. If I don’t have anything to do, I would be more then happy to come down. I kinda miss the little munch kings…he he he…I tried to get my brother-in-law to call my twin who was out at a BIKE FEST, mind you! And guess what, the brat didn’t answer her phone, why you’d ask. She was afraid that I told my sister that she went out. LOOK! I don’t care who the hell you go out with or where you go out to. DON’T CARE, DON’T KNOW, DON’T WANNA KNOW! I’m not someone who would bother about people like YOU, who use people as their scapegoat. YOU REALLY NEED TO GROW UP! And please don’t try to make friends with my friends. For once, I want a life where I don’t have to share anything with YOU, even friends. AND PLEASE….GO FIND YOUR OWN IDENTITY AND STOP TRYING TO BE LIKE ME CAUSE YOU CANT. There can only be one of me.

~ { 4:09 AM }
reflections of you and me;