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Monday, July 21, 2008
My story for yesterday & today goes like this…yesterday; I had tuition with Mutallib… I reach Masjid at 5p.m we had a meeting for your community service…I was so keen about it, cause if I join it I can claim it for CIP points…after the meeting I went to Tallib’s house to get his keys with Syafiqah & Tallib after taking the keys we went to buy food for Kak Wani…drinks for Sulyana and Fahmi…after buying for them we went back to Masjid…went back to the class and continue our meeting…I was waiting for my tuition to start, but it didn’t start in the end we start our tuition at 8.15p.m at last I only study for 45minutes and that was not enough for me cause I have a lot of questions to ask…even some of the questions I don’t even know how to do so I have to ask around for people to teach me…we endin’ up late & went home at 10p.m…I was tired so when I wreached home I kena scolded by my parents cause go home late…I meant was really late…so sian…HAI!


On Wednesday, I was damn sick…I was coughing & coughing non-stop…I was like bored at home, so, I decided to do my art homework. It was so difficult. So, drew anything that was related to my topic which was ‘tied-up’ & I’m facing it for two days.

While I was doing my homework my phone rang…’Cherish feat. Young Joc-killa’ I picked up my phone from my table, and I saw SMS…I read the SMS…it was my ex-girlfriend.
Her SMS was: erm… can I patch up with back? I promise I would not do the same mistake again. I don’t know what to answer so I met my friend outside. He told me to reply: I don’t think patching up is a good idea. I have a strong feeling that the same thing will happen again. Sorry. She replied: you left me scolded by your mum and now you going to leave? I told her this: I’m not trying to leave you but my mum’s advice is good. I guess we should be friends. She told me: ya.. We can be friends. I shouldn’t accept you coz there’s another guy who wanted me to be his steady. I replied: there’s a long way for us to meet again in our youth days… I think we should concentrate on our studies first. I waited and waited for her sms but there’s no reply from her. I was fucked up, I hate her so much… you can’t force me to patch up with you... It’s no use cause my love for you has faded away… I’m sorry if I have to break your heart. Now, you have broken my heart into pieces and you want to leave it just like that?

Now that you are alone and you want me back? This is bullshit! Emo is not an excuse for you to get me back. By the way emo is a feeling! I’m just too depressed for the mistake that I’ve done. You want me back cause you’re lonely. I just hate you by the way you act… bitch! You only think of yourself but not others. I‘m too stressed out. You broke your promise towards me. Cause you went out with other guys. Holding hands. Yes, I have ti admit that I’m emo, that’s the way how I feel when I left out!


Thursday, July 3, 2008
Yesterday...my art class was bein' scolded by Mrs Peh,our form teacher...All of us was in a bad mood state xcept...Me,Afee,Zra,Sherra,Ahmad...we were laughing non-stop
they were imagining wat work we will be workin'..
For Afee, he had to be an maid...Sellin' goreng pisang...
For Zra, she had to sell keropok house-to-house...bcome a sweeper
For Ahmad, he had to be driver...driver for garbage truck...hehe
For Sher, she had to wear smart clothes just to work in a ice-cream shop....
& for me, i had to work in fashion designer for the sweepers....
this joke was planned by SYARAH...
this joke goes like this...
Suhaila one day will bcome a muscular lady carrying a 100 kg weight...
& Ellysha will make a perfume for herself...
HAHAHA!
stay tuned!


Today is the best day of my life...coz i juz got a laptop for myself...but i have to share wif my sisters...man! That part is the worse part of my of my life...
I feel like i dun have any privicy...hahaha...
That part was the only happiest day..but there's more...
NOW i know how make my own website...isn't that cool! But the bad thing is i dun how to link it to other website...haha
that Ayuni Hanafie arh...so irritating but funny...i accidentally DELETE her Homepage...opsss...haha
i guess i was careless...
She asked me alot of qns. i'm so fed-up....she always ask me the silly qns. like how to do dis lah...how to link dis to that lah...haw insert picture lah...is it easy?
But at least i had fun...HAHAHAHA!


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