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Tuesday, January 11, 2005

i just couldnt start to think how bad the day really was...

PART I

i'm not being ungrateful or whatever.... MARA is sucks...

i send the form 4 weeks to this day, and what i get, nearly 15 minutes waiting time to find my kinda-lost form, and then to be told that there's a slight problem with my form, therefore it cannot be processed... and of all this time, no MARA officer has contacted me for that matter, though they asked for my home-phone number, mobile and even my e-mail... wonder if i didnt go and check with the officer, it will be lost in translation..

then the officer just told that, what i can do now, is just go and buy the notebook and send the resit later coz i cant wait for the check to arrive which means gazillion months later.. hello? i kinda remember giving the same suggestion a month before, only to be told that have to send in the form, wait for 3 weeks for the checks... seems, it's better waiting for the snails to crawl for the 3rd floor



PART II

i know KL is not THAT big... but, i'm pretty sure wouldn't run into some-unwanted person in the middle of business/working day at a shopping.... but, i did....


and what a person to run into when i'm alone... my ex... OMG, he hasnt change a bit on the outside but... 2 years seems enough to kill some of his brain cells that stores our past stories...


though we officially call it quit in a very2 nice way, but to get to that stage... the drama, the bickering fights, calls and more drama that it wouldn't be enough to put into the 'Cerekarama" slot at TV3 every Saturday to make me feel overly done with him as bf and a friend


there's some mystique believe that ex can be friend.. well, in truth, it will never works... especially when we dont even start as a friend... and today, he just acting in this kinda weird way as a friend.. to put in another word, the way he used to be 3 years ago..


i just wanna slammed my head to the floor.. wait! why should it be my head? his head then when he insist to send me right to my doorsteps...


hello mr? who am i? 5 y.o. kid? dont know how to find my way home? and when did i need someone to accompany me in a commuter? why should you waste your precious time (since you keep complaining that exams is just looming around) for 2 hour return journey?


* sigh*


just wanna sleep throughout the night and forget all about it
&faded to grey at 1/11/2005 09:58:00 pm♥

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