dal

I am not obliged to update regularly nor put up posts to your interests.

here's how it goes. i'll most likely reply on your tagboard. but if you don't have one, the reply goes here.

i'm currently listening to icebox and it reminds me of pk course. should have brought homework along like hafeeza and do it during breaks. so instead, i crapped with the sirius around me/ croakedsang with shalu/ slept/ toilet-ed/ endured the guys' antics.

not counting madrasah, tomorrow is my last day out before school reopens. even though it's just spreading anti-drug message at some wheelock place.

4 tests, np quiz, 2nd class next week and oral the following week. and table partner will be leaving for competition on thursday. sigh we won't be able to celebrate our birthdays together:(

malay oral - this i feel so helpless. like of all years of my life, my bahasa is the poorest at this point of time. cikgu? wait long long ah. thinking about this can stress me out to the extent of crying, even in public.

that aside. i dint manage to catch GSS. there goes my flip-flop, belt, tops, watch and the list goes on. so i have to wait for christmas for another sale huh. loser. but i finally got my bag from thailand! ha!

Like as if I'm not tanned enough, he rubbed the whiteboard duster on my arms, and then to my legs. I still refused to let go of his small whiteboard. By the time the duster reached my face, I jerked the whiteboard towards him in a futile attempt to let him fall. At least he was trying not to fall. I flashed him a sadistic smile but at the same time, I was disgusted. Like ew, marker dust on my face?
Meet my bro. one tough kiddo to deal with yo.

meet me tonight by the moonlight! hee.

i am feeling grouchy. cos today is the fourth day of the second week and i only touched maths and chemistry. and there's a whole line of camp+2daysfullucourse+lessons coming up. tests also. and cc clashes with tuition tomorrow. i feel bad because i keep troubling tutor to keep postponing tuition. and camp next week and we haven't got white long sleeved tee. oh i still haven't unpack my things from the course just now. and i couldn't get rid of my phlegm today because was in the course. oh and i've put on weight. AND barom is up to his nonsense again. i'm scared. serious. EH i'm tired of trying to conserve myself just to be the middleman luh. i'm sick of seeing others and then start hoping mine would be like them too. like the one i saw at the bowling centre last sunday. at one point of time the song berhenti berharap came lingering into my mind. but no worries, i'm still waras enough to hold on.(: