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I was crashing
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Now i'm satisfied. Sunday, May 24, 2009 3:12 pm
What shall I do now to kill time?

Well, today no madrasah cos there's meet th parents session.
And mama didnt go, as usual. In fact she NEVER did.
Which means i get to wake up late! ^^

Prolly will be gg to BPP lib later.
And play badminton/riding(lol) in th evening with bro.
Yeah, thats my new wkend routine.

So yesterday, i let myself myself in front of th comp watching BOF till magrib.
Then off to Banquet to sapederk with bro by bicycle. Yeah, th 2 of us only, sedih eh?
The night breeze was oh-soo-syiok! I ordered Hokkien tho i was hungry.
Ate a lil then bro finished it off. He's my tong sampah, besides Mai haha.
Then, cycled around th neighbourhood before we raced home.
Not enough of watching BOF earlier, i watched again @ Channel U hehe.

And i was th happiest girl on earth yday i felt like partying!
Woah, that girl's as bad as you. Serves you right (smirk)
Thats what you get for doing th same to me.
I hope this will open that blindfold.



Jandi: I think I shall make my way back. Dont stay out for too long or you'll get a cold.
(Turns & took a step)
Jihu: (Pulled Jandi by the hand & hugged her) It's cold, i cant stand it.




I sit there thinking to myself, what it would be like to start all over.
Start over fresh, and change the things i regret.
I look at myself in the mirror, and think of all the happy memories in the past.
Why am i not happy anymore like i used to be?
I run my fingers through my hair.
My window is open, and the breeze is coming in letting me smell the spring air.
I can't remember the last time i was happy
except in the past...
and i just keep thinking how
i always want to go back.


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