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Monday, February 18, 2008
my dearest sister


hey sister!
if you were to come across this blog,
read this.

if sharing things with your lil sis is such a big crime,
then report it to the police.
if sharing things with your lil sis is such a nuisance,
well, guess what?!
i don't really care.
by all means,
take it back.
yes, i am rude to my parents.
but what you didnt know,
i would cry myself to sleep every single time.
that explains the swollen eyes.
& not because i fought with Farhan.
yes, turning 18 is such a big deal to me.
not to smoke, drink & club legally
but to get my license as soon as possible.
i can't stand being in the house with everyone ganging up against me.
especially you, sis!
why?
why is it so hard to treat me like a little sister?
i tried to do every single thing i could to communicate with you.
but it's either you ignore me or put up your freaking stuck up face.
& i'm sorry that i didn't help out with the chores.
& i'm sorry your circle of friends arent as big as mine.
& i'm sorry i was bought up into this family.
if i was being a freaking bitch,
i'd do what Abang do.
run away from home.
not wanting to school.
but i'm still here.
bursting my ass out trying to get good grades.
i love you.
i swear.
but you got to stop treating me like a stranger.
i'm your little sister, for heaven sake!




10:40 PM xoxo, HAFA


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That girl who is determine that things happen for a reason.
Here's the place where my thoughts are put to words. Enjoy reading.

imperfection

I'm a train wreck in the morning
I'm a bitch in the afternoon
Every now and then without warning
I can be really mean towards you
I'm a puzzle yes in deed
Ever complex in every way
And all the pieces aren't even in the box
And yet, you see the picture clear as day.

I don't know why you love me
And that's why I love you
You catch me when I fall
Accept me flaws and all
And that's why I love you

I neglect you when I'm working
When I need attention I tend to nag
I'm a host of imperfection
And you see past all that
I'm a peasant by some standards
But in your eyes I'm a queen
You see potential in all my flaws
and that's exactly what I need.

I don't know why you love me
And that's why I love you
You catch me when I fall
Accept me flaws and all
and that's why I love you