urgh..!!
wat a day yesterday was..
packed.. smokey..LOUD, BLASTING house music..
aiyoyo.. *headache*
me legs are killing me now.. specially the front part of the base of the foot..
all tanx to high heels.. grr..
wearin' shoe todae.. for sure..

still pondering wit the proposition tat seri [i/c of the house dept.] came out wit..
jus one day of werking & a golden opportunity is rtye before me..
as much as i want to go for it, i'm also reluctant to go ahead wit it..

he, dispise me for werkin yesterday..
he's totally against the idea of me werkin' at a club..
he say by werkin in a club its HARAM..
wtf se.. he handles wit liquor at sch..
he drinks.. he noes tat i handles wit liquor d oder tym i werk..
so y is he makin a big fuss abt it..?
jus bcoz its in a club doesnt mean im selling my body..
for god's sake, im jus clearing the tables..!!

furthermore, im HEPLING my parents out..
im financially tight..
[im NOT trying to gain any sympathy from this]

y cant he understand me..?
he never listens to me..
i give in when his hard-headed self gets in the picture..
i've been patient wit hym for almost a year now..
i duno how much longer i cant stand hym..

he sms, "Wat! u keje mos?!! kau jgn carik aku lagi. "
i cried!! i actually cried!!
[ask fyza if u dun believe me]
how cud he do tis to ME..?
how cud u ____.. how cud u..!!
after all tat i've done.. tis is wat i get in return..
it sure doesn't pay to be kind..
*sigh*

i'll tynk i end here.. tears are starting to roll down..
- i love you. plz dun leave me -