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    Thursday, February 26, 2009, 2:07 PM
    It's my 100th posts! Yay!

    First of all, I wanted to thank god that I finally could open my 'N' level food and nutrition coursework on the school computer. I've been coverting, finding a way and thinking what should I do if I can't open my document with different softwares? Finally its done. No worries, azmie (;

    Walked to school with Haziq. Entered school gate and bumped into Hakim of secondary 2B. He called me a gangster, whadthehell? Did I walked like a gangster manner? Haziq bumped into this girl of secondary 2C which eventually was waking on my right side. I don't know what with Haziq, he's on flirt mood today. Haziq have the urge to tell me to ask for her number which he eventually want it. See, Haziq..Haziq.. I stick to the one, ohkay? Why don't you go asked for it. She head to the toilet, I head to my classroom and Haziq waited for her (not really waited for her). Haziq called her, and she looked at... me instead of Haziq! Inside the toilet somemore. See la Haziq, you make me into trouble. You called her, I'm the one suspected. Next time I won't walk with you anymore, baddie ); Then.. Haziq told me Nadiah and Farah was inside the toilet which I don't believe him, he werld mahhh. I shouted her name because I thought Haziq lied to me, which is not. Ahhh, should not done that! -Shy-

    School today was spend with so much of enthusiasm since Hakim, the joker of my 'O' level Mother Tongue class made all of us laugh like a crazy bunch of morons. Haha. Focus History test tomorrow and so not looking forward at it, I'm not good at Fascism Japan chapter/topic. But just that, homework just makes me more frustrated.


    Malay lesson quite shocking. Test again. This time round "kefahaman" which is 26 marks. The passage was so hard to understand like it was written in arabic word. Read over and over again, and finally understood it. Then, it came to the questions. Minutes before I take a look at it, I dropped my pen & put aside my foolscape paper. It was like, 'A' level Mother Tongue Paper. -Roll eyes- Hakim, Haziq and me still do the same ol thing. Copying and asking for feedback for each other answers. Cool uhhh, that's what we called the 4 ACAD boys, rock on \m/!

    It rained this few weeks, I have no freedom to played soccer or chills with my friends. I need to kick some balls. Do you get it? My leg missed the ball. I promise to my long pants that I won't not kick the ball too hard or else it would torn away again, :/ My long pants are getting tighter and it make me look like I'm wearing a skinny jeans. I should not alter-ed my long pants! It is so translucent that people could see what boxer am I wearing..

    I text Nadiah today asking whether she want me to comfort her or not. She said no need, I said why, she said she was too shy. There's nothing to shy about laa.. Hehehehehe.


    I''ll never forgive myself if you're sick.