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    Monday, February 23, 2009, 5:48 PM



    This is what my English lesson look like. =P You may actually heard what Shikif said to me.

    Monday blues.

    1) Lesson started with Physics and make me go dizzy.
    2) Followed up by Maths, profit and loss topic make me feel wanna give up the whole chapter.
    3) Social Studies make my day up, my class would never put their jokes aside.
    4) English make me sleepy, written work assignment again. This time round, 'N' level 2007 actual paper, Mdm Aishah asked us to do it in 1 and a half hour. WHOLE PAPER.
    5) Maths lesson again, I tried to understand the topic, simple investment. It still killing my mind now, sooo confusing.
    6) Went home and head to English and Food & Nutrition remedial. Raining thou.
    7) Ariffin, Yuan Cong and me head to Macdonalds to have Sundae. Yum yum!
    8) Met Haziq paitao kong, Hazwan, Takashi & Tam and played soccer.



    Liyana, a girl who kept texting me today in fact all of my lesson. Lol. Non-stop sms-ing. She text me as early as 7.15AM. Pro seyy, searching for me eh? We talked about some stuff, gossip one of my friend who is Pakistan and many many other things. Too bad, I did not disturb her today because I did not walked pass her class. There something going on. Matt and me searching for Haikel, you know, it's a guy stuff. Not cigarettes eh. Guy stuff, you know. Guys should know. Serious! Suddenly, Haikel have the urge to shit. Whadthefuck. Everyday shit, no wonder upper sec boys toilet have a foul smell. -_-.




    I'm a fall out boy fanatic. (;



    Currently I have no peace at home, cry here, cry there. C'mon la, I have worked to do, why don't you people moved out from my parents house? Anyway you're married and have two child, somehow you always beat them (the old one of course). Married, stayed my parents house for like 3 years? Sister-in-law (I wished I don't have it, too bad.) is one lazy dumbass women. WWhat the hell sia. :OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. How dare to talk bad about your sister-in-law, azmie.