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♥ Thursday, May 26, 2005
4:17 AM

hee. today was the soccer finals uh. heh. but before that, in school, there was this rhythm masala group. wow. simply wow. i love the drums especially. the western drums. WOW. hahaha. i simply love it larh. heh. when they all calling out the teachers at the back to come on stage, heard aisyah calling me. hehe. just bcos azli was at the back of the hall. haha. :))

then we all went to the hall to do this cheer thingy. urgh. all of them soo not enthu sey. haha. and hakim, ur voice is soo high-pitch. ahaha. like rocker or something. ahahha. funny. well. hakim was one of the cheerleaders on stage uh. hehe. so much for thick-skinned people huh. haha. then they all released us at 2 liddat. we were late larh. rushed down. waited for some n went on the bus. the game's gonna start at 3. we will be a lil late. then in the bus journey there, hakim khai all that were sooo kecoh. haha. excited i guess. so am i. hee. but i personally feel bad for not msging him gd luck. hee. sorry. ive been praying for u all along. heh.

reached there. woooh. kecoh. with all the drums n instruments all that. we couldnt play it though. dunno larh. the organizer or wad said that no any kind of instruments are allowed. heh. whatever. all along, we all were shouting. plus i was laughing at khai. haha. well. anyways. they did their best n put their hearts into it. i know they all did. its a game. there are winners n losers. they will always be the hero in our hearts, in our eyes.

saw him crying when the game ended. uh. a stab in the heart to see he's crying leh. felt like going down n give him a hug. but.. nahh. i cant. i really wish i could. it hurts seeing him cry. i cant bear to see him cry. urgh.

hmm. then the siglap sec peeps who came n support uh. they very rude sehh. they point middle fingers all that. huh. wtf. dont care uh. we arent sore losers. hmph. dont care larh them. we waited for bus. waited for like half an hour. then i called him. or was it him who called me? ergh. whichever. then he came to the open space outside the stadium there where we waited for the bus. alah. really felt like hugging him. heh. er. while waiting for the sch bus to come, i suddenly quietened down. until in the bus also. hehe. nah. i just wished i could be there with him uh.

in the bus, the whole bus was quiet. dunno why uh. then something just happened n hakim came over to our seats. aahhaha. then kecohrism starts. hee. but throughout the whole journey. theres only one person in mind. u noe who u are. hehe.

me hakim khai and iman went to chong pang coffeeshop to grab a bite. heh. it was already 7 plus by then. hehe. went home after that.

sorry i couldnt be there when u need me. ure the one in my mind. every minute. ever second of my life. i simply dont wanna lose u.