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    Tuesday, October 18, 2005

    Today I came home with a handful of bag filled with clothes which 2 of my friends have kindly lent me to consider which to wear on Friday. I am not sure if this is a good thing but what I've decided to don on that day was nothing from that purple paper bag. I told you I'm fickle. I was *this* close to getting hammered by my mother for being so... fickle. So you people just wait till Friday comes aiy? hee hee.

    Okay so it's settled then. One less thing to worry about. You know, sometimes I wish I could fast forward time so that I can get the exams over and done with. But judging by the rate of my preparation, that would be considered as a death wish. Nevertheless, I badly want exams out of my hair.

    Anyway, the following conversation took place a while ago. It roughly sounded like...

    Me: xxx!! I forgot the name of this camera!!!
    xxx: ah?? come again? (i think that was what he said. can't really decipher 'cos I was too excited)
    Me: alahhhh. The camera yang kalau ambil gambar, nanti gambarnya keluar instantly
    xxx: polaroid.
    Me: aaaahhhhh thanks thanks.
    xxx: hah. oh my God.
    Me: okay thanks.bye.

    All that fuss just because I saw KLIK on suria just now and they were talking about that darn thing and I just couldn't find the word. Cekik darah kan? Speaking of darah, (heh) when oh whennnn will I be able to fast again? I drink and pee like a horse and gorge myself like I have a bottomless pit when I am at home. Okay I shall stop whining, okay? And hit the books. bye.

    To a friend, there is no telling how many miles you have to run while chasing a dream. Hang in there okay babe!

    Okay, okay so I've decided to stay a while more. I've only come to realise a few minutes ago that I have a friggin' short-term memory. It is simply preposterous how I can have so many things in mind and the moment I am about to pen them down, they slip off my mind like how a loose underwear would slip off me. Okay fine. So it's an exaggerated analogy but really, who cares anymore? All they care and worry about is students slandering or flaming teachers online. Give it a rest already. Surely, there is some truth in some of their seemingly unreasonable and malicious ramblings on their miserable adolescence. Otherwise, would they have been spurred by nothing at all to make such vicious remarks? Afterall, takkan pokok bergoyang kalau tak ada ribut?

    Kwinella @ 7:25 PM!