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Sunday, December 23, 2007
 
 
yesterday started off really well,
early in the morning, mizan msged me asking me out to have breakfast together before i go silat.
so there we were at boots and shoes at ard 850am. so, he decided to eat at mac. den he treat me. :) its soooooooo sudden kay.
and he gt taller. yeap, a lil taller den me. and he's PROUD of it.haha
and we sat there and talked about this new gerl tat he gt to know of. like we exchanging stories la. bestfrens waat. sat there till 10am.

den went silat. met an. went together. den ok yappy yappy yap.
silat, quite tough. but i tot i did great for the training. i love wat i did. :)
den went to eat at BANQUET AMK again. wit kak nafisah, kak ain, and abang khai.
get free food cos kak naf's mother is werking there. and so we ate like a family. wit all the lauk2 in the middle. wit no mother or father and abang khai as the only abang. macam paham eh an.

den the shit happens again. after eating of course. and im soo sorry siti farhanah that i cant attend it. i know u really wan me to go. but some mothers.. haizz. especially MY mother. sigh i really dun know wat to say.

so there i was, crying like some gerl who gt to know the bf want to break up wit her. in public. tears keep on flowing. and no matter how much they wana make me smile, i just cant cos i really felt bad for fan and i relly wana go. and also cos the fact tat i LOST towards him. like eff.

so at home, snuggle up in bed. and cried my heart out. fer a good one hour. and the rest of the remaining 24 hours, wit 3 drop of tears every 5 minutes. i just cant seem to stop. and i cant seem to sleep. like eff sia.
and now, my eyes are swollen. like i cant open my eyes big big.

cancelled


LOVElife @ 12:21 PM

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's THE NAME.
YANA for short.
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blissfully attached to Ahmad Sharmizan
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