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.Monday, November 06, 2006 ' 12:41 Y
you used to be the reason, for my smile.you still are.

Today is a horrid horrid day to school.
With the horrid horrid bus ride.
With the horrid horid stairway to the MS general office which was dark, gloomy, and eww-yie.
And there was like no one around school, (though the bus was horrendously crowded with horrendous people steeping on my fragile feet like 4 times consecutively)as if Monday mornings were non- schooling days.

The clerk seemed to know that i was coming, and she opened the door for me even before i knew i had reached the right place.
im quite worried that she might misplace the "baby" co-produced by us four. So, i'd just record the time that i handed the term paper in, you know, just in case she turns nasty and do God-knows-what to our paper.

Time I handed in the paper: 0923
Clothes she was wearing: Brown tudung, yellow blouse and a skirt.


anyway, to clear my mind and gain a sense of sensibility, i gorged myself with a big box of ferrero chocolates that had been left lying in the fridge since raya. (courtesy of inspiration by Yati. Made possible by slim-driven cousins and sweet-aversive aunties and uncles who rejected my offers of chocolates during their visits here.)



I think the time has come for me to start studying. tmr. i promise.







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