HELLO PEOPLE!
after about 2weeks, i finally found the time to get my ass down to the comp & make visits to all you people's blogs, & of course, to my own almost-abandoned one too. heh.

raya's here, & for the first 2 days, i was rather psyched abt it. then after awhile, the enthusiasm kinda died down for a bit coz i'd been busy visiting relatives with my family for 3 days straight, & my poor dear boifey got pretty lonely within that period; for having not to see each other, & for the unusually short phone calls we were having. i am so very sorry. but all's well, ends well. made a surprise visit to his house last sunday; which i was actually suposed to go visit more relatives mith my family. but but i cant bear to see him being so pissed & frustrating-ly lonely, so i just had to. im sorry, parents.

that aside, hari raya outings with fellow classmates will be this saturday. ooh i cant wait! ok actually i can lah hor, but.. anyway.

my arrival in class today was fantabulously sucky. thanks a lot, mr satay sathesh. you see, ive been wearing this non-school black pants to school, since.. my 2nd week or so here. & mr sathesh just had to catch me & made me write my name down in the Disciplinary List (for attire), or whatever it is called. kns. like helloooo eventhough my pants isnt part of the school uniform, at least it's black & it's supposed to look presentable. & i have to say it does, even if it's not 'professional-looking'. & i thought thats the reason why the school rule says we have to put on black or dark coloured shoes just so because it would make us look 'presentable'. well ive read abt it at the school's Student Book. & if black colour means oh-so much to them, they might as well produce ITE College east's very own black pair of shoes. ok screw that, i take that back. i wouldnt want that to be a suggestion, in case the school's management sees this. horror horror. the school pants is already so horrible, they make you look like you have too big fabric store rooms, underneath & inside your pants. just the way the baseline sways so much when you walk.. urgh.

& so i'll have to lay low for awhile & wear the school uniform skirt frm now on. until im positive i can switch back to pants. it is so much easier to sit in any position/style you want in them. & no perverts can do secret peek-a-boos!

got my room a new paint job. well just one wall tho. my dad did this horse-like laugh when he saw how the new purple-coloured wall turned out. hey, it looks pretty ok. just like how ive pictured it. & by doing this all by myself single-handedly in the day during the fasting month, im lovin' every inch of my room now! well except when the dust bunnies start to pay a visit & im too lazy to clean. bah.

hmm, the comp's being a pain in the system, & it doesnt accept pop-ups eversince someone installed the WinAntiVirus Pro software. it's lagging lahdey! & now i cant finish up my online test coz pop-ups are blocked! i guess it's time someone creates a new pop-up blocker software that is able to scan whether or not that particular pop-up is safe or otherwise, before popping the window up. but is there already such a thing? ohwell.

went to Dear's place after school, coz his mom made mee siam. he wanted me to try it, so he invited me over. along the way, his mom told him to buy a packet of bee hoon, so we did, & when we got to his house, o'oh!..

his mom: eh ini soo'oon!

AHAHAHA doinks la we. eh but im doubly paisei ok, coz i feel like im supposed to know the difference, being a grrl & all. but the bee hoon my mom always told me to buy looked pretty much the same as the one we got. well the package looked similar. heh. so yeah. it's a good thing she had some bee hoon left. indulged ourselves & got bloated up.

btw, to lynn, cheer up ok. family can reaaally drive you up the wall sometimes most of the time, but hey, the bottom line is, theyre who we turn to in the end. i remind myself that most of the time sometimes. haha. ;]

Happy Advanced 13moths Anniversary Love!!
tmr's the day, & im looking so mighty forward!



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