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Wednesday, January 28, 2009
gd morning.

if from a perspective of a mum, that i am not a good daughter nor am i a good one to-be to start with, then don't carry on judging me from these words please.

i haven't felt so low, beyond the lowest point i could've possibly remember feeling after all these years that made me feel so humiliated. i don't understand what is it that can ever meet the actual definition of 'enough'. its ironic to see the unexpected people being the most affected by situations banged on some other victims. but culprits will be culprits.

at this time of my life, i believe i have gone through partially most of what i should have gone through! i change through time, for real. i mean, who'd hold grudges for months and years? as a daughter, and at this point of my life, i hold the big responsibilities. dad's going off soon, to somewhere far. i've promised to myself that i'd be a filial and good daughter, not to be selfish to my own personal and school life. mum's my biggest priority. and i love my mum.

please, do not judge and assume.

i don't just live my whole life to please others. i have a life too. and this is my rights!

if someone's just gonna read, get mad and maybe tells me what to and what not to, i might just have to tell you off. because of all things, that makes me mad the most!

Muhammad Danial Afiq, you have my words. i love you. i'm not gonna do something i don't feel like to. so imma stick with this one, with just a minor change - that is to talk lesser and publicise lesser about you and some sentitive things at the moment.

this is a big blow, but i'm gonna face it. i'm all grown up, if anyone could remember!



turning twenty years young.
& I'm AFIQ'S!

p/s: i'm tumblr-ing now!

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