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Saturday, January 3, 2009, 1:18 AM
haruna's a grumpy girl today.
and she vented her anger by throwing things around the house.

it feels like i overreacted.
then again, the girl has her needs.
and she needs to be desired.

i'm no longer frustrated.
i feel perfectly fine already.

earlier on, i sent my youngest brother to school.
the school which i used to attend.
as i walked back home from the school, it was like reliving the moments.
reflecting those times in that environment.
brings back laughter and a tinge of sorrow.

he's all ready for secondary school (:



can't wait to see all the loved souls tomorrow.
i miss them.



boyfriend, boyfriend.
despite all the anger, the harsh words i throw at you.
i still love you. (: