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♥ Friday, October 20, 2006
9:45 PM

today isnt the 20th. HAHA. so ... ah nevermind.

school was a little fun. cause i got to miss the i-heard-quite-boring indian dance. morning, at 6.50am, i already have to report to SC room. so we arranged the playcards for changing arrangement of the hall. after 20 minutes of tiring, running up and down the hall, arranging the god damn thing, sweating my ass out, Mr Ong came and asked us to not continue it. WTF? kay i was a little blur. hahaha.


sang school song and blahblahblah. i got to escape the show! but i heard i missed Mr Saravanan talking on the stage with a funny accent? oh damn. HAHA. i went down to the SC room and they were planning about the sec 3 volleyball tournament. gave us duties and all. we were in there for like half an hour? until the indian drama thing finishes. YAY? okay im mean. it was cancelled in the end, bcos of the PSI of 103 at that time. soooo yeah. postponed.

went up to the hall and listened to the Sec 2 briefing on choosing of Subject Combinations for Seconday 3 next year.

i slacked in class the entire time. sitting at the back with my Kampong Glam people. HAHA. i'll miss them like terribly once we're not in the same class anymore. and it'll be just, different. boooo. so yeah. we watched some lame ass movie on Drugs. funny graphics tho. then we were just talking talking, and i swear i didnt know who started the topic on Hari Khiamat. (?)

it got kind of scary. & intensed. poor WenTong had to be .... sort of traumatised by it. i hope he's alright. the conversation went on even after we left the classroom. it goes on and on .....


after school played some soccer with Chocolates. & my street guys. was realllleh fun lah. but i got really weak and tired and ended up just sitting down at a corner, panting. HAHAHAH. i was dehydrated, i guess. Azli messaged saying he wanted to go find Baju Kurung. so i went to Causeway with Filzah & Durrah first. he came a little later. we searched around at the Bazaar there. but none were nice.. and white in colour.

i was so weak, i swear i could faint if i did anything beyond my energy. ahaaa. so he sweetly sent me back home. i slept. awwww. hehe. thank you dear. it was nice lah. warmth was what i needed and you gave me just that (: i slept until i was woken up by ....

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my brother. (((((((((:

i was elated beyond words. if i weren't so sleepy and blur, i think i'd be on the verge of tears. ahaha. okay forget about that. then i finally break fast. like, THANK GOD. i was god damn thankful. and the feeling was just.. satisfactionary lah :D

my brother played his guitar straightaway. i could feel that he missed the baby of his. ahahha. but when he started playing them, i realised i missed him a hell lot lah. brr. okay he's back now. gonna make it al worthwhile. ahahha. what a word. kay nevermind! (:



your smile made a difference.