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    Tuesday, October 18, 2005

    Unbelievable. It is truly beyond the comprehension of any sane mind that I am able to put up with my sister's crap and that I can survive one night in her room. It is a miracle that I haven't become deaf from hearing her croaking. Her rendition of Gaye Marvin's Ain't No Mountain High Enough was horrendous. No more, no less. God, help me... and my sister. What has become of her? I thought that I have always been the one who is kemaruk about everything. But noooo... apparently my sister is more of a kemaruk than I am.

    On a totally unrelated note altogether, was in town today after school with Amanda who insisted on getting me a dress for graduation. We were at the cashier getting ready to pay when I told her that I changed my mind about the dress and that she shouldn't be spending that much money on my birthday present. I felt bad enough to have her come down all the way to town just to get me a dress which I would probably wear once in my entire life.
    Am, I'm sorry okay.

    Okaaaay. I have to be honest. My Ramadhan has not been as fruitful as what I had imagined it to be. Well, it's mostly because of that time of the month lah. Once it ends, I have no more excuses. I have about 15 more days to make the most out of what I am left with. As said by a certain someone in an sms, "rugilah seseorang yang Ramadhan datang dan pergi tetapi dia masih sama." The Bahasa is a tad tonggang-langgang, that I must admit but it is a good reminder nonetheless. Okay my sister's fast asleep and suddenly it feels awfully strange not to have her yakking. Truth be told, I've ran out of things to say. Obviously, this is just for the sake of updating. I ensure a proper entry once I've regain composure. Composure from what you might ask? Now, I think I shall let it be a secret between me and ummm myself. If need be, I'd probably leak a wee bit in my by-all-means-google-me-but-i-doubt-you-can-find-me other blog. For now, toodles. Selamat menjalani ibadah puasa all you good people.


    Kwinella @ 12:01 AM!