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.Saturday, May 26, 2007 ' 23:19 Y
you used to be the reason, for my smile.you still are.


Simply inspired by last week's episode of Suria Segar + Fad's blog,
lemme just introduce you all to a long-lost idol of mine, Sean Ghazi.
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With the looks and charismatic voice to back him up, Ghazi, I believe is one of the few who manage to revive the genre of classical Malay tunes in this modern times.
He is so true to Broadway, which is his defining style.
I'm so glad he's back :) I guess I'm getting pretty bored of hot naughty boy-rockers already. Something of a modern classical genre plus the good looks is rather refreshing.


ANd so, I spent the day dvd-ing, reading, eating.
Serve me right for coming home late today..I got scared off by a long-haired orang giler. He crept up behind me when I was at the lift landing..scaring the wits out of me.. especially since it was so quiet and no one was around. I was so frightened and I was just so afraid he might knock my head with that glass bottle he was holding. He didnt actually do anything- he just stood there with his hands stretched out towards me, but it wouldnt take much for a person like him to scare/terrify anyone. Just his hair, his dressing, his stare can do wonders. And so, I found the strength to run up the stairs (not before I got shocked by a big lizard on the way up) where I desperately called for mummy. Phew.

Lesson learnt: never ever defy your curfew.

Results were out this afternoon.
All thanks to Allah swt for blessing my efforts at my studies.
Results were not paticularly good, but given that I had 4 killer modules, I think I was more than happy to attain this results. Syukur.
Next sem, 6 modules to deal with. I pray to God to give me and all my friends alike renewed strength to deal with the challenges of next sem.

the MOE interview last thurs was like a major hurdle I had to go through.
I was like so nervous, and imagine the shock I got when I opened the door to find that the chief interviewer was an ex-principal. ANd yes, I nearly tripped though the floor was carpeted. Whatever the results of the interview, I believed I had put in my best already. I'll accept whatever is in His plans.



It's been 15 days.
Yet, I still dream of you.
But I dont mind. Cos its only dreams that I have left to cherish.







THAT LADYY

why-eh-as-em-ai-an-eeee
has hit the big FAT too-wen-tee
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SHE WANTSY

Him:D
a chocolate factory
a baby girl

SCREAM;TALKY

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