It's all pretty predictable.
You called my handphone, twice. My hands refuse to budge, feels like its tied to a humongous rock, unmoved, unflinched.
Besides, I don't have anything else to say to you. I'm done talking.
Note to self: change his ring tone to vibrating mode.
At my mother's house, around 8 o'clock, you called the house number. Dutifully talked to you daughter, hanged up.
What you didn't know, she cried on my shoulder! She fucking cried on my shoulder!
"Dinie miss bapak."
Silence.
03 August, 2007
I'm giving up on you
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Senak perut aku baca. Bawak la Dinie jalan-jalan ke, kot-kot dia boleh happy sekejap. Kesian dia siut.
Ada laki pun susaaaah....
Takde laki pun susaaaaaah....
Datuk H ngkau ni, ish! rasa macam nak bagi motivasi je!
Dinie darling,
Its okay sweetheart, this too shall pass. I sound silly telling you this but I know you understand. You too smart not to.
We love you Dinie...
p/s: I have got a birthday present for you. Reckon we can meet up soon so that I can give it to you?
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