you're hot tau. seriously, no doubt about that. and who cares when i said i don't date guys older than my brother. but you're a boring person. and eventhough you have an identical elder brother whom i can share with a friend, he's married. aww. you're 24, hot, boring and you're brother's married - okay blocked!

as sporadic as that.

first avenue is now open. and i had one hell of a department supervisor in the first round. ili cant even sit still for one minute, please lah. i volunteered to do something foolish that day. give out flyers with my fat face on it to the whole campus. and hahahahaha lek ah don't stare at me like that lah korang nie. and ili's gotta be the next xiaxue. after wendy cheng became the next paris hilton, my friend shall now take over. the way those girls look and sneer at her behind those laptops god knows they were checking out her blog that instant. and aha! that tudong girl at the bridge. she was the only odd one who bothered to ask more about 1st ave and the moment she left i told ili this "now that, is your blog reader i can just sense it, ili." and she commented on laixerfayre 5mins ago. BINGO! aku pandai aku tau. after naq was done with the cash float, we both headed down to jupiters for her late lunch cause cashier didn't get any breaks that day. cashier was an hour late you see. i miss fae though. naq said she died. hmm i'm starting to wonder too.

so i have this friend. he asked, "fiza, is this how you treat all your friends?"

hmm. the right question is, do you fall in love with all your friends and not smack yourself back to reality? in other words, do you always dream on? stop being annoying. it's because of you i keep reminiscing and pecah kepala on why things had to happen in the first place. if i really hadn't bothered, i would just block you off my msn for starters. see thing is friend, i do love you. platonic, that is. which is why sometimes when you ask me out, i decline. and when you call me everyday, i don't call back. and when you msg 'what you doing?' i don't reply. because these are the things that i use to do that mislead you. mislead you into feeling things you're not suppose to. i still love you as a friend which is why i bother to be more careful this time. either you start acting like a real friend. or continue trying to reach the farfetched. but count me out on the latter please.

rule number one: never hurt the boy again.
rule number two: never make him leave more than two missed calls.
rule number three: never use pms as an excuse.
rule number four: never hurt the boy again.

cause you're so good at this one, fi.

i need to spend more time with girls. because the opposite just know how to suck. now i think that's the reason why they all turn into dykes. speaking of which there's so many it's really juicy to know. hahahaahha

"one who wants to be even more stereotypically male than most guys would ever want to be."

ok fi stop reading the wikepedia bole tak. pegi tdo.

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