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Aisyah Aini<3
The people that really know you is when they look into your eyes and know what you're feeling - an unspoken understanding - especially if you're someone who doesn't like talking:D

Learning about a person's character is like reading a book - You won't know the story if you only read the first page.
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Saturday, May 24, 2008
I'm frustrated. I never get anything these days. Be it, my preciousmonkey or school. Only for that one day. I understood what teacher was actually talking about and I came to realise it wasn't that difficult to actually understand the theory. I have absolutely lost hope on my drawings, not to mention, that fuckingAutoCad. Like seriously. I don't understand what that siren is yapping about - correction, screaming about. I think she wants to burst our eardrums. Whateve'. Next monday is already my AutoCad exam. I'm like totally clueless. I have no friggin' clue what to do. Seriously. Fuck. I'm fucking pissed with everyone right now. Including myself. I'm so different I don't even know who I am anymore. UGHHH !
And this fucking flu. Is bloody annoying.


And this, this is for you to read. You know who you are.

Bloody hell. I'm not acting like I'm blaming you for anything. I'm not acting like it's your fault. I don't know how to be anymore. You've been so absent so many times, I forgot who you are already. If you think that's a foolish reason. Be that way. All those days, you were fucking late to school. Those days, that you never came. I waited for you to come. And I get fucking mad at you, only that I never showed it. And I'm mad at myself for actually caring, because I shouldn't be doing that, just because you don't take anything seriously. You're the one who should be concerned with your studies and your life, first. I'm glad that you've found your new found friends, who made you study and work hard. You can tell this to your new friends or not. I don't give a fuck. Pardon, my harsh language.

And for the record, I do miss those days we had after school-outings. Laughing our arses off in public like no one's around. I don't know how you'll take this in. As long as you do. And you know what I mean.


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