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Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Hello jakon-kias!
Amcm you all? Rocker? -.-

Today school was boring. Was half asleep during litreature.
Partner was like, 'Zahra, you okay anot? Ptsk.' I was like, 'aah, kay.'
Suddenly he said this to cher, 'Cher, why she no mood? See lah.'
-.- Aku ngantok lah ngok! Lucky cher never ask me if im sick. Confirm i'll shout, 'OKAY LAAA!'
Suprisingly, maths is getting more & more fun day by day. Cool or wht?

After school, went to do mother tongue project.
Amy was choosingchoosing names then th characters are, Ghaffar, Fiqsya, Boi & Zairul. I was like, 'whaaaaat? ZAIRUL? :D' Apape lah eh. Fyi, dirah & eyra is currently addicted to patapon. Chak chak patapata pon, eh? Then they kept saying to me, 'pat pat patapon.' Pathetic much.

Next, went to zhenghua cc again.
Radz was late againagainagain. Waited for him for 20mins like that.
Me & Amy were bored, so we go explore th cc & leave poor dirah alone playing patapon. We went to th roof, but there were a few greenridges who kept starring at us, so we went to th graffiti place. Fulerrmak! Nicenice. We took picts, edited, but lazy to upload :)

By the time Radz reach, Dirah needs to go home. So i teman-ed her & left Amy alone.
Actually, not really leave her la. We met back at lot 1 to train home together.
And, mampos la, Home Economics still out-of-stock. Alaahai -.-