How many million times have I told you not to exaggerate?
Manifestasi was great. Was getting on a high just watching the dikir girls performmm. Like I wanted to jump right in and do those uber-goober, ultra slick steps and shout along with them. The guys' dikir was so cheeky and fun fun fun. (And so I quote hahaa). Marlia was phwoar. Like, God she's damn good. Ah and Hadi was good as well. Overall, it was really, really, really good. (Read: lazy.)
Call it a reunion but I didn't feel any ... oh well, yeah. I guess people change, as cliche as it may sound. I think I should let them go. True enough it hurts everytime I flip through the photo albums, or just by hearing their names. Of course I wish I could turn back time, or perhaps, pretend that there's nothing happening. But I can't, I simply can't. So, let's forget the old and make new ones, shall we?
Not going to madrasah tomorrow (yayy). I get to sleep until ten and go for band and then dinner with seniors + Phut and Soo Kun (double yayy ahh I can't wait 'tho I don't feel like going). I don't know whether Econs test's next week or the week after next. If it's next week, I'm dead like hell. God, I want to major in Econs dsfkmsdfjdhsvuishfsf please let it be next next week so I can like study for it and get a distinction and.
Jdifjisodjfsasdasudhsuahfvk.
There's nothing much to do these days. Oh wait. I've got nothing to do, actually. Besides going to school three hours every single day, rushing back home to watch Debbie Travis at 3pm, taking a nap until seven or eight or sometimes nine, doing nothing online and. So yeah, that's my daily routine. Oh wonderful. I want to do something ... fun. Glad that I'm in SWS, at least I've got something to do on Sundays. 'Tho it sucks and all but hey. I'll just give it a chance. And Shu Wen might be joining so yay :)
Now tell me why life sucks. Everything changed after 28th February 2005. I'll never ever forget that horrible date.
On a lighter note, my dear best friend Eng Soo Kun was being retarded. So Faith Evens it is, or so she claims.
This is what I meant by being retarded @ 12.43am on MSN.
Oh and somebody wrote (well not literally wrote, as in when the car's all wet there's water and oh you get what I mean) 'Fuck' on my father's car with a peace sign. And my father's cool with it. Cool.
And, my phone's dead.
Call it a reunion but I didn't feel any ... oh well, yeah. I guess people change, as cliche as it may sound. I think I should let them go. True enough it hurts everytime I flip through the photo albums, or just by hearing their names. Of course I wish I could turn back time, or perhaps, pretend that there's nothing happening. But I can't, I simply can't. So, let's forget the old and make new ones, shall we?
Not going to madrasah tomorrow (yayy). I get to sleep until ten and go for band and then dinner with seniors + Phut and Soo Kun (double yayy ahh I can't wait 'tho I don't feel like going). I don't know whether Econs test's next week or the week after next. If it's next week, I'm dead like hell. God, I want to major in Econs dsfkmsdfjdhsvuishfsf please let it be next next week so I can like study for it and get a distinction and.
Jdifjisodjfsasdasudhsuahfvk.
There's nothing much to do these days. Oh wait. I've got nothing to do, actually. Besides going to school three hours every single day, rushing back home to watch Debbie Travis at 3pm, taking a nap until seven or eight or sometimes nine, doing nothing online and. So yeah, that's my daily routine. Oh wonderful. I want to do something ... fun. Glad that I'm in SWS, at least I've got something to do on Sundays. 'Tho it sucks and all but hey. I'll just give it a chance. And Shu Wen might be joining so yay :)
Now tell me why life sucks. Everything changed after 28th February 2005. I'll never ever forget that horrible date.
On a lighter note, my dear best friend Eng Soo Kun was being retarded. So Faith Evens it is, or so she claims.
This is what I meant by being retarded @ 12.43am on MSN.
Oh and somebody wrote (well not literally wrote, as in when the car's all wet there's water and oh you get what I mean) 'Fuck' on my father's car with a peace sign. And my father's cool with it. Cool.
And, my phone's dead.