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


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

Thursday, July 06, 2006
15:49
i feel like throwing my shoes to whoever who stares at me. ehem. i did that visually ok.

trimmed my hair, shortened my fringe and ironed my hair. my head feels much lighter now but i got trouble tying it. realised my hair is even shorter than those who never tie their hair to school. i'm not referring to 2m, duh.

yesterday we were given some puzzle to do. while we were doing, the 3 girls were called out. i was so fed-up i stared at them. i'm so sorry i did that but i couldn't stand it. we were supposed to be doing karangan but we were given a puzzle just because our cikgu din come. i mean cikgu Mahani teaches malay right. yes puzzles are fun but you HAVE to practise composing. it's been a long time since we did that. next, it's always those 3 girls who cikgu keeps calling. and today...the whole period is for akhbar, as usual. quite ridiculous isn't it? you don't need 45mins to read a thin newspaper. yes we have cetusan minda to complete. but look. nobody's doing!
i just need a little bit more attention. like i had in primary school.

i want to pen down all my feelings in a sajak form. i just don't have the time.