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 | AisyahMnrh | NurulS. | KakAtin | Khadijah | Shamimi | FDee | KakMee | N.Farhana | Jehan | Hana | Mimo | KAisyah | Tahfiz | Meuy | YennYi | Angelene|
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26 January 2010
Yesterday's aswell
11:33 PM 0 Comments
Yesterday was Monday. I could not recall what I did yesterday. I guess I did not do anything. But I did do something. In fact I did like did did something but I could not remember. This is sad. I should be able to remember. I just checked yesterday's schedule. I did not do anything. School was no fun. So I have decided to skip to tuition. I came late because I had to wait for KAisyah to finish eating. Mami's car was stuck at Mak Zam's and because of that, we didn't eat at home. Papa dropped us at Rimbun and we ate. I ate Kuey Teow Basah without sayur. Which is wet keuy teow without veges. I couldn't finish it so I packed it up. We then went to tuition. I came in late and had to sit right at the front. I couldn't see the board. They finished off my skittles. :| Hana threw me her correction tape which lead to it cracking. I don't like rolling it up so I gave it to Jehan. Somebody then put something in my pencil case. I don't like feeling guilty so I passed it to a friend. She then kept it for the rest of the time. The owner of that something took my other friend's phone. The owner was searching for that something. I then texted my other friend's phone telling the owner to quit searching. It was annoying. The owner wouldn't stop asking people. I do not understand the owner's problem. That something was given to the owner at 10 o'clock. How gay was my day? Not so. |
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