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    you complete me
    Tuesday, April 21, 2009, 5:44 PM
    For the first time, Mdm Naimah cried infront of us (F&N students). What have we done wrong?! );

    I love my handball team group name, Team Singapore. Hahaha. Affendi idea. Well, here's my group.

    1) Azmie
    2) Riduan
    3) Raden
    4) Hakim
    5) Johanis
    6) Affendi
    7*) Yuan Cong
    8*) Hong Zang

    * = subs.

    The glimpse of her complete me. Sigh. I want to thank Haziq for walking that area. There's one thing that I'm sure of, its not a coincidence. Yaya must be stalking me instead of I stalking her at the back.

    Haziq: Hey black, Mataer kau!
    Azmie: Da Ziq, takmo world la.
    Haziq: Jeng jeng jeng! (thanks for that sound effect)
    Azmie: -shock-
    One of her friend: Ehem!
    Azmie: Uh kk.

    Hahaha. I don't know what her friend meant by saying "Ehem!". I like the face to face incident when I look at her, she look at me. Wahh. Touching man. And it is irritating when that area was so crampy. As a gentlemen's (Haziq and I), we gave way to them. See, I'm not that bad didn't I? But it sadden me enough, she didn't reply my message that I have been waiting for. I text her this just now, "If you here with me right now, I could show you the most beautiful stars in the sky tonight" And I realize one thing, what am I doing?! LOL. This even made her afraid to reply my message.

    Then I couldn't have some peace in the school. I was making my way up to the 3rd floor to the library for my stress management talk and Shikin of 2A were just outside class 2B corridoor and shouted Syahidah name. Syahidah was inside the class. I saw her hair, I know. Arghh! Annoying.

    Shikin: -Call Syahidah inside the class- , Syahidah! Syahidah!
    Azmie: Ahh shit. Haziq aku lari dulu. -sprint to the staircase-
    Haziq: Apasal black?!
    Azmie: Kau tk dgr shikin pekik name Syahidah?!
    Haziq: Dgr... asal?
    Azmie: .......

    Me.. Syahidah.. are just friends. I don't fuck around these days. Don't get the wrong idea. Trying so hard to stick to the ONE.

    Well, after the stress management, head to kick some ball again with Hafidz, Ariffin, Yuan Cong, Haziq and me! This time round we owned the lower sec guys whom is our opponent. The score was like 10-4? Haziq start to irritates me again.. when he saw Farhana sitting at that playground platform.

    Haziq: Black, Farhana senyum kat kau.
    Azmie: Dah la Ziq.. takmo world lagi.
    Haziq: Kau tk caye? Tadi dia tengok kau sia.
    Azmie: Dia tgh duduk jage adik dia, bodoh!
    Haziq: -swit @ her-
    Azmie: Amek dia Ziq, aku tak kesah. I'm trying hard stick to the one. Don't influence me that much.

    My Man Utd jacket seem to be popular among Man Utd fans in my school. Wow. Hope tomorrow rain again.