Initially I was very pissed off. Who the hell does he think I am? I am NOT your bloody secretary ok. Didn't even ask me properly and you think you're the only one busy here? Everyone else is dancing around lah? Basket... Don't even know how to call me properly! Minah, minah... My name is NADIRA ok.

Goodness... I am so pissing mad that I wish I can strangle his neck. You wait you..... one of these days, I'll scream until you go deaf. Just you wait.

From this, I can conclude that... I'm still pissed off.

Ok... ohhmmmm...

Rite. So let's see... what else is there? It's raining heavily now. Ok that didn't mean anything but oh wait, yes it does. It's a change in the weather. Please rain some more. Please rain some more. My skin is peeling mercilessly.

Oh yes... yest I had a dream. No no, not as inspiring a dream as the one Martin Luther King had. Till today, I still wonder if he had made that up or he really had dreamt that there'll be no more discriminations. But anyway, I dreamt that I had a bf. And his name is Hidayat. Not that gd-lookin but kinda cute. Really dumb but it was sweet and nice.

And no, my hopes of having one is still buried and crushed. I gave up hoping already lah since I only see them in my dreams.



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