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    Friday, October 21, 2005

    I find it difficult to get back to sleep after subuh. So, here I am killing time so that I can become sleepy again and just fall flat on my mattress. School's out. Okay, so it's not entirely out since I still have to go back to school for consultation next week and the Exams are not too far away. Although it's not compulsory to go back to school for consultation, I think I shall fully utilise the opportunity to bug all my tutors. Afterall, I am too smart for my own good to revise on my own at home. Yea, I'm *that* smart.

    I have something to say about the award presentation during graduation later. It's a tad unfair that... oh nevermind. It's not as if anyone can hear my plea and by some miraculous chance, act accordingly. But anyways, yesterday was the last day of school. Sad but such is the truth. It wasn't a happy ending altogether. I didn't get to meet my beruk. Okay I did meet her but it was only for a tiny while and that was to pass her a photo and the farewell note I wrote for my most of my friends. So B1, I hope we'll get to see each other later tonight to do a fair bit of chatting, laughing, gossiping(heh) and above all, camwhoring.

    Boy, the excitement is driving me nuts. I am not all that excited to graduate. I'm more interested in looking at what my fellow schoolmates are going to put on. It's going to be a kick-ass night. It's fun to people-watch okay.

    Anyways, I was giving out the farewell/graduating (whichever) notes which I spent a total of 6 hours writing on wednesday night. I wrote it out on a green envelope. There was a handful who thought that there was something inside the envelope and so tried to open it. Tsk. If the note is clearly, already on the envelope, why would I bother to insert something else on the envelope? Do you people think I'm so rich as to get something else apart from the envelope? I'm not lah. I'm a bloody cheapskate. But a note is a note and I wrote all of them with utmost sincerity. From the bottom of my heart hokaaay.

    So right. I was giving out them envelopes and among the many conversations I had, below had me laughing to myself last night as I was getting ready for bed.

    A few friends: eh, what are you giving out?? invitation?
    me: *smiles sheepishly* yah
    A few friends: invitation to what?
    me: invitation to my walimatul urus
    A few friends: *shocked* with whom are you tying the knot?
    me: I've picked the date and time but I haven't picked the groom.
    me: But anyways, make sure that you all turn up.
    A few friends: eh, you really do plan in advance eh.

    *slaps forehead*

    I still have a few more notes to write. I'm off. Have a nice day!

    Kwinella @ 5:53 AM!