There's the door...Get out

How hard is it for you to say sorry?

Sorry to that you’re being such a jerk.

Hated that it was her that had to call me and tell me the truth.

I know that you might read this.

Heck probably your friend might tell you to.

And for what is worth, if you truly read this, just would like to tell you…

Kiss my a@#$. You loser. Don’t even think that I’m picking up that phone.

Besides I’ve already erase your number. Don’t bother telling me that you’re at the airport.

Just take that damn flight and out of my life.

Can’t believe that after crying for a few minutes, I’m so ready to move on.

Maybe you were’nt that special after all.

Finally, my friends you can breath freely.

In all honesty, I have never thought that I will be starting a blog. I used to have some sort of animosity with this medium of journal-like. I feel that the world will be exposed to myself and I hate the feeling of insecurities. I have issues that I seriously need to deal with. But living in Australia, I realize that it has some sort of becoming a necessary tool to keep in touch with those people in my life without spending too much on the phone bills.

I will probably post this entry next week, but I just like to highlight that I am writing this in my lovely new room (it has a balcony – hehehe) in my new home in Ipoh instead of the most spacious room in House 193 in Macquarie University Village in Marsfield, Sydney (I’m so gonna get shot by my housemates). After spending a few days with my relatives and childhood friends for the Raya holidays, I realize that I may have upset or hurt them in one way or another by not keeping them updated with my life in Sydney. So to all those people, this blog is dedicated to you.

To my lovely parents: Mummy and Daddy, I’m sorry that your daughter is such an arse and I take for granted that you since you guys may not be technologically savvy, I feel that there may never be a reason for me to update a blog. So this is for you guys.

To my siblings: Same goes to you guys, I feel like such an jerk that I never kept you guys updated and never exactly feel the need to check your friendster or facebook. I could have just found out about the convocation, or the engagement earlier through social networking (Shoots in the head- again. To my elder sister, I owe you a pair of Jimmy Choo).

To my friends Ka-E, Adlina and Mira:

Please don’t be mad at me for the period of silence. You guys have been communicating with each other through blogs and here I am the last to join the pack. Hope it is still never to late.

And to my dear wonderful sis, Miss Qurratu Aini: This blog is also dedicated to you. Thank you so much for all the time we had together. Still looking forward to many more adventures with you gal. Thank you for being the inspiration for this blog.

And if you know me, this blog is dedicated to you too. Sorry that I can’t list your name down. It’ll take me forever to write them all down. Still you guys are all on my mind.

Well, here we go.

Welcome to my mind.

PS: This entry is 3 weeks late. hehehehe