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Monday, October 6, 2008

playing with the webcam is fun when you don't have any better things to do on a monday afternoon.
pardon for the slengeh/mentel/mintak kene sepak face.
(:

my weekend were spent jalan raya-ing,and collect collect moolah.
for three days straight,mind you!
and i was too tired when sunday night came.
hardcore raya mood,eyh?
and because of all the nonsensical nonsense i had stuffed into my stomach the past few days,i am having bloated moments now and then.
pfft.

so,after 198364828 days of not going to school to attend to my fyp,i finally did just now.
and i was so *toot* with that ___(insert name) of ours because of our fyp draft.
so much for a supervisor,when we only met her thrice for the whole course of our fyp.
i wish i could just take every single reports and throw them into the dustbin and set the whole dustbin ablaze,but i can't cause the report is worth over 100%(as were told by her) of the total fyp grades.
and how can i possibly throw my,(okie,ours) more-than-months' hardwork just like that.
and i,(and my dearest partner) need the grades badly just to be able to have that piece of shit,erk,i mean,cert,which,in other terms,my already-screwed-up-diploma.(:
damn it.
and,i wish i could just say,"i had enough" and run away from all of it,but obviously i can't.
just a lil bit moreeee.
okie.now,let's just not talk about it.i need to chill.*turning off my bitch-fit mode*.
(:

i'm having breakouts,breakouts,breakouts.
i swear i will never touch those make-ups for the next few days.
never.

just 7 more days till i'm back with my mugging days.dreading every few minutes of it,in addition(just don't rub it in,people eventhough i'm doing it to myself now) to not being able to hang-out with the usual cliques during school hours.(i'll miss them,especially my dear partner-in-crime for,everything.*sniggering*)
but,no matter how much i hate school,lest being all freaking alone for the future tutorials and lectures and practical sessions,let's just finish off what i've started about two and a half years ago.just a few months to go,and that's it.
i'm done.done.done.
insyaAllah.

but,looking on the bright side,i'm gonna have more time spent with my two favourite girls in school,just like the good old days.those days when i don't even have that freaking fyp to tend to.those days when we would skip lectures just to lepak at blk 43,weekly.those days when i could just worry about nothing,but to just have fun.hahs.amaciam girls,gi main pool every week macam dulu2 kapee?heeee(:


and dear Bby.
when will i ever,EVER see you again?
(:




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