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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.

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13 April 2010

Ouch

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I was pissed this morning. Sometimes, I wish that K.Aisyah would go to school by bus so Papa will only have to send me to school. Because I get really pissed every time I'm late. And usually, the reason I'm late is because of K.Aisyah. I also lost my wallet/purse. Thank God I took my 20 out.

I had to do some essay during Malay. And I totally hate that. Art was alright, I guess. I'm gonna miss my art teacher though. She's so cool and nice to me though not many people agree with me on that. Break time was just like that. During IE, I fell asleep. K.Aisyah then came and asked for money. DUDE, TELL ME, HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU HAVE TO ASK MONEY FROM ME? I'M NOT YOUR MONEY VENDOR plus you don't pay me back. After that, we had Geography.

Then finally math. Amman kept telling me how he wants me to move class and all.

MT=Maths teacher
MT: He's really going to miss you, Asma.
Me: *nods* I know.
Am: No.. I can't wait for her to go.
MT: hahaa. sure.
Me: Just wait, Amman.

Papa then picked me up so I didn't have to stay back. THANK YOU, PAPA. :D I don't like staying back anymore. Staying back is annoying these days. I went for Sofball and Faiz threw a ball and it hit my arm. OUCH, anyone?! Al-F then kept telling me how I'm suppose to catch properly. -.-' Sure, sure, I'll catch properly next time. *makes a really bored face* I then tried batting. Didn't hit any, at all. I was well good at cricket, alright? Fine maybe not 'well' good. But still good. Okay, fine. URGH.