Mira. plain ol' jane. a year older every september 30th. for some reason, i love saying "Seriously". the label in my heart is "2pm". in love with music. better off being taller. :D

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8:15 PM

when i passed you,
i acted like i didn't care,
like you didn't exist,
little did you know,
when i walked away,
i don't know why,
i can't explain why,
my heart was heavy,
i didn't want to,
but my eyes went watery;
memories of the past keep coming back.

so i have little things to say today.
i haven't blogged in a while, 'cause of my pure laziness. (:
though, i'm busy editing my long time overdue post on the Creative Arts Programme. (CAP)
i've to rotate some pictures here & there; recall certain events.

ystrdy, nothing happened though we had our literature presentation. we just prepared our slides and script the day before. i slept at 2.30am. i've turned nocturnal, since CAP. ;D
though all of us said we have to come early, none of us really did. which was so expected. (:
we were the fourth group to present.
when i was busy trying to memorise the script, trust Syafiqah and Dhiyyah to make fun of me & D***.
yea, 'cause i sit right in front, and the laptop was put on my table, so the malay guys had to go to my table, i guess. when i look at Syaf, she was laughing like crazily (those of you who know her, will know how she'll laugh while shaking her head), and keep on raising her eyebrows, with "that" look. the cunning look. the look that she always will have when she expect us to read her mind.
i look in front and yea, saw D***.
i mean, so what if he's the nearest to me?
lol, that was so expected of Syaf to make fun. Syafiqah, syafiqah..
oh, well.
we went through the dreadful, unprepared, unrehearsed, presentation.
not so bad though, judging that Syafiqah, Dhiyyah and Shira didn't see the script before, with Syaf and Shira not understanding how is the literary devices used. expected, both of them made the class laugh for different reasons. Syafiqah illustrate a poem in which she was a widow with 5 kids. Shira didn't know how to pronounce the word "satin".
so everytime she say it, it was with different pronounciation. the last one was "setan". :D
nothing much happened other than we having two new teachers, replacing Mr Kuek and Mrs Wong, temporarily.

today, had nothing much other than band. it was rather quite boring, though. we played our scales through and through, trying to correct our staccato notes and the basic tones. though boring, we have to still go on 'cause the main reason why we got a silver, was because our music was quite weak. oh, i finally managed to change to a trumpet! :D but, i don't know if it was permanent. after a long wait, we finally played a song, a march to be precise, to prepare for the coming National Day Celebration. but hey, how come i play 1st? i had to say, i can't really play it, cause my sound can't be controlled on the trumpet. a few times it went out of tune, different than my previous flugelhorn. some high notes, i couldn't reach it at first.
we joked around, Cindy made me smile a couple of times, Alvina irritated me with her craziness.
rmbr Alvina, it's "Voulez vous couchez avec moi? c'est soir?"
i shouldn't have teach you that sentence in the first place.
so irritating. =.=lll
i shall not teach you anymore French related stuff anymore.
oh yea, KHALID WAS LATE!
not something to be happy 'bout, but i'm rejoicing. haha. (:
don't know why.
he was punished by the way. ((:
after buying drinks, and forever correcting Alvina's speaking of French with a Tamil accent -.-, we went home. that's it.[ im tired of waitin' ]

4:41 PM

yes, it's over.
like i knew it would.
i'll obviously try to get over him.

the tears have dried,
though the heart is empty.
you're just a guy,
so don't worry.

i dk what has happened.
or if i ever meant anything.
i don't blame you, i'm not heartbroken 'cause of you.
but i'm angry at myself for ever liking you.

i'll get over you,
sooner or later, best if today.
the stuffs you said,
the poems you wrote,
i'll forget ; they don't mean anything.

(what was meant to be a poem, i know it doesn't rhyme. ha.)
nothing has happened.
it's best that it's over.
just friends & will always be.
:D[ im tired of waitin' ]

11:48 AM

i dk.
is this really happening?

[ im tired of waitin' ]