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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.

Saturday, July 21, 2007
00:08
yesterday didn't start off on a good note. kak iza refused to lend me her kebaya top despite me asking her three times.
"i want to wear it to work."
"i can lend you my kebaya...". i specifically chose the word 'lend' because it shows that my things are MY things and yours are yours. that's the way she does it.
"why don't you wear your kebaya?"
because i prefer yours for its simplicity and its cooling material. i really wished i'd have worn it. juuust one time.
and it didn't help i woke up quite late. now all these ripped off my mood in dressing up for RHD. i had the thought of just putting on uniform for the whole day. i left home hastily with a set of pink kebaya and slippers in case of changing of mind once i see others wearing. because, never underestimate cedar spirit. haha. yup and the concert was entertaining:D

rushed for ndp(insert: school's. in case people will be like wohoho you're marching on the floating platform?) rehearsal right after the concert. argh i hate doing rusuk in my school skirt.

hurr...don't you just love the marching music or whatever it's called. when the band played it, npdp memories came gushing back. haha:)).
brr-rr-ra check! brr-rr-ra check!
bambam bambam bam bam bam.

bambam yang kedua. haha! i heard that from a contingentmate during one of the syf trainings.