Yesterday was family outing day. We happily drove to Alamanda Putrajaya, our favorite hang out place all the time. I ordered Nasi Kerabu which I've never tried before and yeah the food was OK. Before eating I bought some Hot Mocha and Java Coffee that made me really high. I like Coffee very much but I can't stand them. My hands shaked a lot. I don't know how to explain high in my context. It's not the feeling of joy and pride. It isn't the feeling of happy and energetic. I just felt high.
Oh yeah I got the right meaning. I always feel slightly intoxicated after drinking some coffee. Yeah that's the right words.
And after that I went to work for night shift. Though I came a bit late, I managed to eat a slice of pizza. Thanks K.Lina for the pizza.
The title above has something to do with my post today. But I don't know how to start and arrange my words so that they won't hurt anybody. It happened early this morning. It wasn't actually "a fight" or a physical fight. Just a verbal or a little quarrel between girls.
Whoever you are, if you read this, I'm sorry. I can't bear looking at your eyes. I know I'm wrong. Maybe we both wrong. So, please accept my apology.
S O R R Y
posted by Etie @ 11:42 AM
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