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Thursday, November 29, 2007
 
 
today. came to sch crying. i dunnoe wats wrong wit me. maybe cos i have not cried for a very looooong time. thanks to pple who keep on making me larf.

and maybe cos i have tis guilty conscience in me. ive not been a good daughter at home cos ive not been helping my mum wit the housework. basically cos im too tired after coming back from sch. also silat and activities in school like playing basketball. makes me tired k. den abe nak harapkan the other 3 boys. haizz. its always ME lor.

ya. so tat guiltiness also there la. BUT my dear dear an. always make me smile. even just reading his msg. "in denial jln cepat sikit bole tak." :)
and der i was rushing to meet him. exchange some nice soundeffects from hp. and temaning me go lecture theatre. trust me. i have NO mood before. and he just made MY MOOD. haizz. eh seriously ah an. asal ah, asal tgok muke kau je, aku da ketawe. MUKE je tau. tak payah kau nak cakap pape kat aku. haiz. gile. gile.

and the whole day. everything in this world move like 2 mins slower ard me. cos i AM THE ONE MOVING SLOW. slacky day. VERY slacky day.



trying to start on my mood. thanks to my dearest. EMILY.
:)



see how emoshit i am. haizzz. todayyy. todayy....

k so yday went silat. only 6 people came. but the six was the fun batch. qama was the teacher fer yday. cos abg nana tak dtg. den he taught all those techniques tat he learnt from the national's nye training. cool laaaa. all the techniques need fast movement which apparently, i cant make it. ya. im a lil bit slow. wait till my weight become lighter den i can move like a ......ermm lemme see. like a........ cheetah on its fastest speed. HAHAHAH kk lame.

oh and tday. i dunnoe how and why. his smell lingers on my nose. like he is inside my nostril. HAHAHAHAH lame. but seriously la eh. his cologne lingers around me and everywhere i go. there it will be. "ish danger ah gini."
yup it is DANGEROUS.

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