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      Saturday, July 15, 2006

i've been trying hard to control not to throw my temper on u, everytime when i feel like scolding u, i hold back. on wed, while we're waiting for bus. we tok abt ur job system & u suddenly shout at me. i cried. fine, i forget abt tis e nx day. ytd nite, our last sms was 6+pm, u couldn't cfm abt wad time ur work end so u said u would sms me later. 7pm, i started waiting. 10pm, stil waiting, u should have knocked off. 2am, stil waiting, u should be slping. what on earth am i waiting for? a pathetic sms that would sooth my mind? sobbing off like an abandon cat on my bed.

10am, i woke up, my fone's being quiet. 2pm, i couldn't stand it, worry for ur safety. i called u, u picked up. u're at home, i cried & put down e fone. u smsed me, "i dun mean to make u worry.. is juz that i dun feel like going anywhere. and i off my hp last nite.." i felt as if a needle poke thru my heart. i replied, "u noe ur reason is pissing me off. u dun wan to go out u cant say? mute can oso sms. u tink i'll take a knife point at u force u to go out?" no reply from u den. perhaps u're playing ur game, or u din bother to give a fucking damn abt me at all.

*listening to: Tanya - Beautiful Love*


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