minahrep: hello, fi.. why did you send that kinda message to him?
me: uh why what's wrong with that message?
minahrep: no i need to know. why is the message like that? what do you mean?
me: no wait, are you his girlfriend?
minahrep: yes i am his girlfriend.
me: OH FUCK NO WAY.. I DIDN'T KNOW HE HAD-
minahrep: when did you contact him? when did he last messaged you?
me: err.. last wednesday?
minahrep: do you know why he contacted you. do you know why he's like that. it's because he's depressed that i left him.
me: (what the fuck siak ni pompan?)
minahrep: so tell me, what have you guys done before? do you like him?
me: no he's suppose to ask me out last week so i thought-
minahrep: okay when was that. what did he say to you exactly?
me: i don't know. random stuffs?
minahrep: so it was last wednesday?
me: fuck did you guys patched up last wednesday?
minahrep: yes, im sorry fi. he was just depressed. are you dissappointed?
me: no but imagine if-
minahrep: so you like him?
me: no i don't! but-
minahrep: has he ever told you he liked you before?
me: you gotta ask him yourself. (god bitch you have no idea what your boyfriend has told me before)
minahrep: he wouldn't tell me anything.
me: haha. he's with you now, you gotta ask him really.
minahrep: he's sitting far away from me, he wouldn't tell me.
me: tell him that's not the way to deal with depression. your boyfriend is such a loser.
minahrep: *keeps quiet*
me: i'm sorry, if i knew about you, i wouldn't do this. sorry. be happy you two. bye.

*hangs up*


five minutes later...


matrep: hello, fi?
me: yes?
matrep: where are you?
me: at home. why?
matrep: i'm sorry fi...
me: no it's okay don't say sorry.
matrep: i'm really sorry. will you forgive me?
me: haha. bye lah!
matrep: okay bye.

*hangs up*


hahahahahah kimek makkaupehpukitaksunat lah! bastards who really need to get a grip and LEARN HOW TO DEAL WITH DEPRESSION. do you matrep and minahrep even know what depression means?

so that was a game well played. let's move on to the next.

today. today. i had the worst nasi ayam penyet for lunch and subway turkey breasts for dinner. mr tyrant taught me how to eat sandwiches with the wrapper on and made me sit behind the kfc board to kill time. i hate killing time with him because all we do is stare at the train station or watch number plates dashing by. although my mum had talked me out of quitting school last week, my dad is still asking me to make my own choice, whether i want to study or work. wait dad, is that a trick question? hmm. then i realised that most of my tutorials have converted to trading sessions over at first avenue, which i have totally zero participation in. still i keep waking up early for the past week, going to school by bus (i repeat, by bus, and not the cab) and spending the entire day doing nothing but meet my friends and make full use of the tp library. school is much more fun than the last time i checked. the other day, while waiting for hani and heiqal to finish off their project (what project can a pair of lovebirds possibly finish off?), i almost cried watching Love Me If You Dare in the library if not for afiq and bib being around. french movies are such tearjerkers. i wanted to return back to school today to catch Amelie but nysa was being such a baby and kept complaining about transport money.

and once i hopped off the kfc ledge, i made a wish. that friday won't exist so saturday will have to come first. i cannot wait. it's the night i can escape into another different world where we just don't care. i am not naive. i am free-spirited. games are suppose to be played, aren't they?



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