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Asma Hamid

I'm the anon that stalks on you. I'm the anon that insults you. I'm the anon that gives you crappy advice. I'm the anon that you fight with. I'm the anon that talks true shits. And I'm the anon that you didn't know.

absoluteloud-ness: 2006-2008
iztele: 2009





BTW, just because the layout is pink, it doesn't mean I like pink.
29 January 2010
28th
8:59 PM 0 Comments

School was normal.

During Agama, someone broke a chair. Got all the guys laughing. I don't see what's so funny. They wouldn't be laughing if it was them. I shall bring a screwdriver next week and unscrew all the guys' chair. That'd be wicked. So yeah, embarrassing. People outside were looking it... I couldn't have been more embarrassed. Everyone was so noisy until ustazah went ''YEYE!''. Hahaaa. She reminds me of Ustazah... what's her name? Gosh. I can't believe I can't remember her name. She was my Form 1 RE teacher. Totally the same.

During Geography, Pn A called me. She asked me to be the photographer for tomorrow. I couldn't.. I have to take care of a stall. She asked me to search for other photographers. Non. I couldn't find any. And then my last choice was S and A. I couldn't trust them tbh but I couldn't do anything. They're the only one I can find... I went back to class and Pn F was telling me on how I should, next time just not go out during her lesson. I asked her why she just didn't say no. She said because I should say it. She confuses me... but she's still cool.

During Civic, I didn't go to class.. cos I'm cool like that (yaw). I just killed it. LOL. I had to help teacher out. So yeah, I was in THE room. ;) Haha. No, I just killed it, again. Anyway.. I then went home. What did I do? Oh yeah.. I can't remember what I did. But I know that I didn't go to the road run practice, I mean, why should I? I'm not going to run anyway.

I had to go tuition. Went home at 9 and left everybody with a 'hang man'. *LMAO* I heard Jehan say it on the way down. Way to go, mate. I got back home and wanted to do the Hama Beads but I was so pissed. WHY? It was all Aisyah's idea and she ditched on me wanting to go to sleep. I was so so so so angry. Swear to god. I felt like battering her up... Okay. I wanna stop.