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Friday, August 7, 2009
I hate sardonic people. Just don't try to b nice. Please.

Hillview Ave, the best place to hang out dgn irah rush-it. Fantasticoooooo!



Nothing can actually describe how tired, stressed, exhausted and pathetic i feel now. Today marks the end of the week. Whew, just as i thought my national day weekends are going to be fantastic, here comes the whole load of maths homework to be done. Trust me, its thicker than my geography assignments.

So i left school at 1pm. Bi was deliberately, desperately wanting to meet me up. So, to his place i went. I applied nivea softening lotion on him and he was so excited macam baby jakun. Bi likes it especially when i applied the lotion on his disgusting tattoos. I head home at 2pm only to ran into this bitchy cousin of mine. So, she decided to come over my place.

Skipping all that, my havoc cousin actually pretended to get married at the pelamin under my blok. What the hell.
We left my place at 3pm, met fit meow then we head off to a nearby blok to meet haziq. Then nadhirah. We went to hillview ave to take pics and chill there. And guess who we ran into? Not hady mirza, not megan fox but this professional photographer whom was once from ite and LASALLE AND NOW GRADUATING FROM NUS. Omg. He took a pic of me and irah. He shared with us his life experience. How he managed to change from a matrep to a very independent, sucessful person. So amazing.

We left hillview ave around 6pm and head to macdonalds to eat dinner. Met bi again. I had maspicy. (YAY) Irah, Haziq, Bi and Me went kinda bonkars after maghrib. Zomg. I had fun though. Reached home around 9plus. Thanks bi for making me laugh like a total idiot.

When i reached home, mama screamed at me to eat her fish curry. -.- she was like so sad that i didn't eat her food today. She told me that she's sad that im growing up and all. Aw, sweet. So here i am lying down on my bed with the lappy on my tummy. Currently listening to the song, Lucky by Jason Myraz. So touchy. I'll wait for you, i promise you.....i'll wait waaaaaaait.........
haha. Btw, if anyone sees me, dancing like an idiot in class, canteen or spouting some stupid nonsense shit after school, that means im stressed, turning nuts. So, pls don't be shocked.
hahahahaha!

Bi is working at hyatt hotel now. Nak maintain standard la kononnya, padahal n-level pun belum lepassssssss. Haiyo, Jialat wei uuuuuu. Tetap loveeeeeee kau jgak. Atleast tak shiok sendiri mcm jantan ni. Ha ha. Kesian.

K, i hope you readers are sastified with my rather long post.
Good night.