Ahh, finally, I got some air to breathe! Hello humans, such a long time since I actually didn't post anything. I kinda miss blogging though, hmph. So, tonight, I decided to blog, AGAIN! Haha, that was quite shocking -_-' Say that I had my crazy mind on already. Wookayy, here's my story gonna start. Last Saturday, 13th Nov, my ex-primary school had a graduation day where they invited all of the excellent 5A's student last year. It was an honoured to marched with the kindergarten-ians. Really, it was hell exciting. I got to see our ex-teachers and not to forget, Puan Fawziah binti Abbas, our ex-6 Diamond's rockest class teacher ever. I got to see my friends, and ogod I missed our boys like whuhhh? Although, I got to see him too and remember all my stupid mistakes in the past but nvm, nobody's even care. We've shot loads of pictures, and me and Khayrin were going "It's my turn to hold the cameraa! No, it's mine! Grr" Haha. It's also really frusterated for not having a dslr. Uh hello, I've been waiting for it ages ago! And my mom just wasted her money for a useless Gucci handbag. Perghh, soooooo not liking it.I'm trying not to be a sensitive, dramatic and deep person for this short period of freedom. So, if I'm acting like maniac or a giddy girl, seriously dude, zip your lips and get the hell out of here. I'll be what I wanna be, is that clear? Sometimes people see me as someone different than anybody else, but when they know what I really am, they started to act like a pig's poo. Yeayy, I'm talking really bad now huh? Change me.
For this 2010, 1 Cemerlang has come to the end. I kinda miss the boys, haha. We were having fun insulting each other on the last day. I hope they'll change but be more matured than they are now. Anddddd, we've got loooootttsss of folios to do! Damn, are you trying to kill us teacher? I know you wouldn't soo take back those orders! Haha, just kidding. Hope that I'll be able to finish it on time. I guess, next year is a new year for me. I'll be sitting in an another house, which even bigger than ours, right now. But, that doesn't even matter. For leaving the house that I grew up in, believe me, it's hard than solving maths problems. Pray for me peeps.
I better back of now, I'll post whenever I wanted.
Syafiqaa.
