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♥ Friday, March 03, 2006
9:13 AM

i didnt like how yesterday night went. heh. apparently, someone was oh-so-sarcastic at me, as if he was angry. which is, more or less, irritating. for i-dunno-wad reason. -.-

i was dying for school to end. homec was boredom, for the first time. casue we have no cooking-cooking anymore. my last's week orange jelly was the last lesson. saddddddddd thing. :( there was this maths thing we had to attend. so school ended at 2. i waited and waited for that bugger to message. i was reading a book. and when i looked up. i saw ahems*.

oh, how i wish it wasnt your back that was facing me. why cant you just turn? :(

so finally, me, hadi and faheem headed to lavender to take their passports. i, being the mosquito, tagged along! =DD k, actually. hadi asked me to follow him. so wad the hell. all those shits yesterday were just, one whole bloody test, i suppose.

after all the longgggggg waiting for passports and the tom-and-jerry cartoon shit, we went over to arab street. we actually ate murtabak. weeeeeee. k, actually. i dont eat murtabak at the first place. but i was damn hungry. so i was, desperate. and hey! it didnt turn that bad after all. hehe. it was hadi's treat. oh, THANK YOU. =D

when's everyone all happy, headed home.

where are you.
standing here in my dreams.