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.Monday, June 18, 2007 ' 11:40 PM x
Nothing to be proud of, again. I still adore my HEROINE blogskin.
Anyway, today's tutoring was great. I have done the assignments
An (Kak Yana) has told me to. We shared our boys stories again.
*cheeky laugh* And this time, we were rowdier. We switched on the
computer and showed her my friendster friends. She showed me hers
and I broke into laughters viewing this ACT GUNG-HO man from
her school. It was hilarious, I tell you. More like, creepy.
His muscles are just oversized. Call that, scary.

My mum and I shared our girls stories again! I rested my head
on her lap (romantic, know) and we confabulated. It felt great
telling her the truth. I told her everything about Dann, how I
get to know him and meet him. My mum knows me well too. At first
she was guessing, could it be the Fahmi guy? I told her, " Haha!
No mama. Ever since Fahmi got a girlfriend he forgot about me!
Lupa memberlah katakan. " She nodded. " Alah, budak-budak
sekarang. Memang gitulah. " She thinks it is okay that I have
outside friends. That is, if they are not TOO WILD and they respect
the elders. Mama even said that she do not mind boys accompanying
me to chill with her! So long as they are witty, respectful and
well, tolerable. Sometimes people could not tolerate our craps.
(My mother & I, of course.) My mother have great memory. And Dann,
look. Have I not proven to you, that women are far more smarter
than men? My mum recall you. And that Fahmi Guy. And other guys
that I have told her about. So, here's the deal. You lose, kan?

Yeah (: I love mama for being, my mama.

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