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Tuesday, September 30, 2008
1:09 AM



thanks for the wish on your blog, even before my b'day.
appreciate it a lot.
you've always been there for me, whenever i needed you.
[ im tired of waitin' ]

Thursday, September 18, 2008
10:22 PM

like evryday in my life, it's boring.
nothing much happened today, as per usual.
the sleeping, look the teacher, sleep, do work, sleep, look at teacher, yadayada.

so, during HMT class, Cikgu Teoh tested on our speech, gave us time to think about the questions, then called us in a small group.

after i said what i had to say, she was saying like "bagus eh Amirah. perfect sekali. dengar linda, lisa? macam inilah kener cakap. PERFECT. sayang eh, kelas tak dapat dengar."

paiseyh dok.

then Khai said, "nothing's perfect".
but Cikgu Teoh like keep on repeating it.

after the class almost ended, she said, "sampai sekarang, yang terbaik sekali, Amirah. perfect sekali. kalau awak tak dengar, rugi. besok Amirah akan memberikan speech dia lagi depan kelas".

obviously, i don't want.
it's not that i have anything against it, but it's like, i have stage fright.
having all eyes on you, especially, when the teacher have praised you.
my voice tends to go softer when there's a lot of people around me.
i don't know why.
such a freakkk.

had HOMEC prac. test today too.
cook a few stuff.
guess it went quite well.
Mrs Chiang love our fried rice, especially MY black pepper french fries.
she used the word "addictive".
yes, "ADDICTIVE". :DD
honestly, i was killing myself trying not to eat.
it does not help when everyone else can't stop eating.
how nice is it sey?
half of the rice was finished up by fellow classmates.
Mrs Chiang came back to say our fried rice is "very good, very nice".
i quote it!

had band Games' Day.
after playing "It's Raining Men".
yes, that song. obviously, since we killed it, none of you would be able to figure it out.
we should just stop murdering songs.
i think, i've done first-degree murder. ((:
the notes were consistently high, at a fast speed, and there weren't much time to take in breaths.
i barely ate for my 'sahur'.
penat.

then we had our games!
it was fun.
we were divided into three sections. was in Khalid's group as well.
we played "Followed the Leader + Monkey" game.
we have to choose a leader, and there's a monkey in the middle.
we follow the actions of the leader without the monkey knowing, & he can only guess who when he catches the ball, which we'll have to pass throughout the game.
after around 45 minutes, the Muslims were allowed to go home.
like FINALLY, Khalid wanted to go home early.
even the ABL commented, "You all FINALLY go home".

'cause, always the two of us didn't want to go home early, like the rest of the Malays in band.
anyway, certain sec 1s use break-fast as an excuse to go home.
even when we head back to Band Room, 30 minutes aftr they're allowed to go home, i still see some sec 1s who were dismissed earlier, hanging around.
-shakes head-

so, reached home.
battle against time to pray Asar.
sleep.
then,

HELLOOOOOOO FOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD! :DDDDDD

now, i'm going to drink my sweet talk.
bye.
don't miss me.
(i know you will)
[ im tired of waitin' ]

Monday, September 1, 2008
1:38 PM








hey, y'allllllllll!




what's down?!




'kay, lame start. as per usual.




today, it was selling-the-thousands-of-merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year-cards day.




after many, i repeat, MANY, unsusccessful tries & disappointing failures of selling the cards at random people, we finally decided to use a door-to-door sale.




so, we've pick, a really random block, a very the random block, an absolutely random block, after wondering aimlessly while carrying the amazingly light cards.




coincidentally, it was block 101.




we knock, each and every door.




well, not really.




sometimes, when we're just too tired, we would just walk past a few doors. haha.




Syafiqah had a GREAT tactic.




she'll just shout "excuse me" past the whole corridor without waiting for them to open, and ask us to "attend to it".




there were actually a lot of makcik-s that bought the cards though there were no selamat hari raya cards, just for the sake of donating.




but there was one time, when the auntie opened the door, wide enough, & when she see us, she just slammed the door.




wow, we seemed like we were in a comedy or smth.




imagine getting the door slammed in your face even before you start saying anything.




there was even one door which says "no salesman! go away!"




wow, it help us.




a lot.




soon, our shift ended.




Dhiyyah went home, as we met Ridz.




"go, go! power rangers, transform!". haha. me & Syaf just changed our clothes and walked to the Chevrons.




yes, walk. the long walk. the long, tiring walk with makes us tired with our alrdy tired legs.




kind of my fault, i suppose.




haha.




we argued who was the one to pay to the cashier, and in th end, we pay tgthr.




i lost $5 while waiting for the lanes.
what a great day.
so, i finally got the call & we went up again and start on the game.
after an incredibly short call, with Dhiyyah, she FINALLY reached, abruptly.
she literally just appeared beside Syafiqah and tell us she saw someone.
i don't wish to elaborate anymore.
i didn't know what came over me.
okay, never mind.
so, Ridz, unfortunately score, & he did this dance.
i have no idea what it is.
nampak sah nak attract attention Masturina. haha.
we went back to Jurong Ent. Cntr, without Ridz.
we ate & camwhored.
it was the day NADA officially formed. & the day before puase. (:
(how could i not see this was coming?)




[ im tired of waitin' ]