another day no go to skool, and  i had this urge to call rk n njj over to play ball... just like we erm, occasionally did last year, with those small little kids, and sometimes with jj s big bro...not really bro lah.
anhd with my bro, and sometiems with boon heng.
but not today...
well, hope u r doing fine..

i had a dream, it ended with a question, which had me thinking,
and i realsie i had to stop avoiding the problem, and face it wheter i like it or not...

and lately, thinking back on the things that happen, many many things for the past few years actually, i keep sighing and sniffing (not crying those kind of sniff)
and i realise i too will be regreting this year of my life, for the things i ve done, n the things i dint do,
well, studying is one thing, plus a few others...
but still i say, wat can i do? 
duh, study!

yuen went to skool, n i ponteng skool.
and he ll probably be staying at home the next time i go out.
yeah, we hardly are to be seen together.
we have our own frens, our own lifes! and sadly, it seems that we dont like to share...anything at all.
we dun wanna be the same...
altho we hardly talk about it, deep down there s  always this silent competition,
no its fine for u guys to talk about wats the difference between us lah...it helps us understand ourself,
but pls dun go like 'i hate your brother, your much better than him'
coz in the end...we r still the same, we r stilll twins.

yesterday was nice

walked round setiawangsa under the setting sun while i listn, talk, listen.
setiawangsa seems so small.  

back playing mtg liao...

sohai yu gi oh and yen shen.

it rained this morning. so cool...and cold.
enjoy those small walks to the toilet...just for the sake of makan angin...no, not toilet angin lah...
n yeah, bout toilet leh, dunno why, this few days, one side lah, the 'potty' clog liao, and is filled with urination...ugh...imagine the foul stench...the other side leh...clog up with shit...
there were quite a dew absent the past few days...the class seems nicer with less people around...but sometimes...it s rather lonely...no me, i m fine...i can actually be quite comfartable with my solitude
but when u see other lonely people, u feel bad for them...

walked myself home, passed by the mosque, they were having their friday prayer, and they, doesnt seems that bad...not bad at all.

friday was...erm very very down. when in skool, well most of the day in skool in fact.
 
dunno lah, just pretty down, the moral projek also, damn disaster.
almost everyone are trying their best doing their cover, than i look at mine, so ugly.
than later binding that time, stapler also stapler crooked liao, than later put on the binding tape also wai liao. write biodata, write twice the same thing, had to liquid and leave a whole line blank.
fucking piece of shit. aww fuck u lily,
yalah altho not ur fault, just need someone to blame mah, somemore its was in ur period mah...fuck u again lah.

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for add maths...
teacher said, when answering, if u dunno, just skip it...

i took my paper...
question 1...oh well..skip...
than qn 2 also...skip..
skip, skip, skip, skip
than i realise there wasnt anymore qn.s left to skip...

tonights got malaysian idol again
too bad the best part of the show over liao (the auditions)
cause thats where u get to see all da funny ones.
since this one haven watch, i ll talk bout last week one.
last week one was the audition in kl,
ayo, my fren din got on tv, of coz lah, nothing tat special, but still rahter dissapointed lah me.
the judges, n wat i think
paul moss the best of the all loh i think, frank n straight to the point. and not that bad as simon.
the lady judge, forgot her name liao :p...really, she is really like paula abdul..always smilling wan, how sweet hoh.
than roslan, i dunnno him lah, unnessery(spelling?) sarcasm. he get the fun out of killing people. and those playing with those pencils are really STUPID!!!!

i hate it when they say.try again next year. wat??? do u really wan to hear them all over again...they dun have the voice, how much more could they improve.

wat i remember most bout last week was that one singing barbie girl with that...barbie voice? whoa, amazing lah her voice, how i wish she make it through the next round...
and the other man wearing yellow shorts, dancing aroudn...wacking his backside
=.='

which make me thinks of our local who will win...kk is a really stupid host!
yer...think he self very cute meh.

than view my own blog...

wah, totally dun suit the whole template,

nvm lah, have a little fun lah hoh.

Ai Ni!!!!

a few shows that i wish to see (some of them again)
mean girls
meet jeo black, six sense, the city of angels.
love actually, my best friends wedding, 10 things i hate about you, mona lisa smile.

well if i have the time, or if i can even find them.

dont ask why.

ayo, almost everyone else s blog is talking bout dying.

please guys, dont die lah...

i kinda knew it all along...
but i just been evading it, because i hardly know...
but yesterday, it still came like a blow.

and i sat there dazed...

abit happy, abit flattered, abit disapointment, scared abit, and very blur.

and i din know how to respond to it.

i wanan say sorry, but that would be inapropriate

than someone said i should say thank you,
why yes! thank you!

i then pass it to my bro. and started pecking at my supper.
i left...at least i said i was going.

it was raining outside, heavier each passing second.

i remembered, emptiness was worse than pain.
that time, i was wanting that no for an answer...

but, that would be a cruel thing to do, and you wouldnt..
so this is how it felt...right?
no, not the rain lah.

quick update.
report card on wed, it was red, fine.
fri, the bus mati, and i had to walk from tar to lrt.
the sky is clearer, and damn the the heat.
stupid little guys playing with stupid fake money and stupid ol teachers make everything big...well, its really should be a big thing lah, but i heard that they were using it to play monapoli or something...
chuact was pissed, so was ambika.
and how long more before its phoon n chong 's turn...