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Sunday, February 1

i know how i feel about you now«

3:44 PM

this is my 300th post. maybe, after sec five, i might change URL. or create another new blog ;D

SALAMULLAH ALAIKUM!

today's a Sunday which means tomorrow's a Monday and its a school day. a new week! i have some homeworks to be finished up. like maths and english and arabic. and also i have to read up geography. i forgot that i havent take my test yet. bleaurgh.

i woke up early today. had to fetch the kids from omar kampong melaka. their ustazah didnt come for their ngaji. sad, right? and after that was damn ternet.

atuk started the movie marathon. right now, its movie number two, wild child. just now was akhirat and it was depressing. i was thinking about death all the way. i am so sorry hafiz you had to hear all those nonsense(s). i wish my house is near to some beach like tawn's or some reservoir (lake?) like mary's. i want a peaceful place to call my own. dover's rooftop is too far! heesh. and i just remembered that ainsya is the continue the sroty kind of composition. YA ALLAH! nobody told me the ayat!! noooooooooooooooooooooo. okay, got to call somebody up. i'll move my bum later.

oh, i want to try wearing a shawl as tudung. its very hard and i'll look like some fishball. (i have huge cheeks. covers it to save it from maryam) HAHA! and i'll look weird, no? hmm. lets try it one day. (:

i am feeling very random right now. nazirul brought the lappy to sultan for some project work. or was it a meeting (he's a youth there)? i dont quite remember. so, i cant edit some pictures to kill this randomness thats itching inside me. hero/heroine acoustic version is tha bomb. HAH! i want to learn to play. but.. but..

subhanaAllah, i want to take lots of pictures!! CAMERAAAAAAAAA. i sat inside 190 this morning and i was like, i want to go here and here. and here and there! to take pictures. mama and papa, please? i am deprived.

this keyboard is sucky. and i think i owe the jan babies prezie(s). yeehaw! and this week's going to be the first qiyam. DOUBLE YAY! and, i think my relationship with nazirul is better. we understand each other now. alhamdulillah. after the incident, i guess, things really change in this household. and best! PICTURES ARE IN ON FACEBOOK. weeeeeee.

okay, i need to go work on my composition. the title's so boring. i think im choosing number 4. the event thingy. HAA! and my right leg is experiencing pins and needles. oh! and no handlebars are still cool! ;D

and im jealous to those who are entering the tertiary education. especially to those that got into jaaay-seee(s)! i wonder how mine will be. (sometimes i wonder if its okay to want to enter jaysee because you want to get into its track team.) (i know its high hopes for a madrasah student but remembering uncle chew's words. "you hope big") (but right now, i think im contemplating) (aiyah. but i seriously want it) (how ar ladies? you guys knows me best) (and no, i wont go running in shorts. trust me. GELI! and im thinking of, err, running in long sleeve. teehee!) okayokay. im done lah.

SALAAAAM!