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Wednesday, September 06, 2006
im smiling. :)

alhamdullillah. the 'misunderstanding' between me and my parents are ok now. starts to talk to them already. im sooo happy. but im still sad though. i can't go to KL with my friends. haiz..

i was crying the whole nyte yesterday. my parents just dun get it. i so wanna try have fun with my friends. all is there. accomodation, transport, just evrything la. they still won't allow.

sms-ed the guy who shares the same dad's name as me, he didn't reply my msg. useless fellow. damn useless. that fellow, he better dun ask for my help if he needs any in the future. i've had enough of him.

so, this morning, only my mum talked to me. she have been trying to talk to me since yesterday lah but i'm just too pissed to talk to her. didn't talk to my dad at all seh this morn. i feel so bad. but standard lah, me being the daughter with the head full of stones, still wont start to do the talking. before i left my hse for attachments, eventually i went to him and salam him and said that i'm leaving. at least it makes me feel a bit better.

at work, i was quite moody. when it was structured activity time, i talked to 2 of my patient's abt the kl trip that my father strongly disapproves me frm goin. they were like giving me advices and said that parents are worried lah and etc etc. it makes me feel better. it makes me feel kinda bad too cos i didn't talked much to them yesterday. haiz.

but alhamdullillah, once i reached home, i starts to talk to them like normal. and ryte now, while typing, my dad is talking to me. wee~.

ok. tata.


10:33 PM Friends are like roses... you have to look out for the pricks!