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    Quotes: Get up before my time, go back to sleep again. Got nothing more to do than hope I dream of you. At least these dreams seem real.


    Laugh.
    Thursday, September 24, 2009, 5:30 PM
    Today might be the best History lesson ever eventhough it's half an hour. It's the best class laugh shared among my classmates. All laughing their ass out when they knew about our form-teacher secret who has been with us for almost 2 year. No wonder teacher are so violent nowadays.

    An unexpected person text me. And I didn't expect her to text me since we didn't keep in touch with each other for so long. She used to text me just to see how well I'm doing. But, that was long time ago. Somehow, I must be so secretive when replying her text message especially when I'm surrounded with my fellow guy-friends.

    I didn't want to lie. But sometimes, lying to someone is the only 'best' way out. I want my world to be privatize. I might living in my own fantasy, my own world or even my imagination.

    I'm starting to like the band, MUSE.