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Monday, April 13, 2009

Believe me

Believe me when I say , I've already have pictures to be uploaded here for memory sake and for story tellin' sake. But I'm just too tired to do that.

Believe me when I say, school was a-Okay for me. I'm still awaiting for more of exciting happenings ! And it's not funny when I've to report to school by 0745 in the mornin' for the second day of orientation.

Believe me when I say, I saw couple of familiar faces and I ended up shaking hands and talkin' random stuff with them and even laughin' out loud , just when they're actually acquantaineces.

Believe me when I say , my Mondays are dedicated to two hours school. Which is totally annoying for me 'cause I've to travel for an hour or so just to get to the school. ( This does not include me walkin' to school and to the classroom. ) Can someone please introudce me any guys who are driving and is free eveyday , so that they'll be able to send me to school. HAHHAHAHAHA. Sial.

Believe me when I say, the first time I read my timetable the word that came out from my mouth is '' Kurang Ajar sial!'' And the next guy to me , Mus, asked me a very stupid random question '' Nak gi swimming tak every Mondays ? '' What.the.fuck? We just knew each other and he already asked me to swim ? I replied, '' Why not! I've plans to swim laps too.'' How very ironic of me to respond in that way, no ?

So hang on fellow loyalties! For me will be back asap.

The Conversation of the day.

'' Nama apa ?''
''Najihah.''
'' Panjang ah! Panggil Jihah aje lah , ok ? You call me Mus or Mussey for short.''
Heart beat stopped for zillion mintues , '' er.. ok.'' She replied half whispering.

Slide his phone up , '' Have I got your number already ?''
She shook her head , '' Nope.''
'' Can I have it ?'' He requested.
'' Yes sure.''
She keyed in.
'' Nama apa nak your number to be under ?''
'' Suka hati. Najihah ke. Naj ke. Siti ke. Apa-apa lah.''
'' I saved as Jihah ok ?''
'' Is this ok ?'' He saved under '' Jihah''
She nodded. And without no one knowing' her heart dropped ten miles deep in the water and her mood was half gone.

Why suddenly everything falls back down to that stupid memory lane ?

.. ah fuck!


My life,
rants,
stories,
prerogatives, are mine and mine alone.
8teen goin' on 9teen. And one hell of a girl.
Finally she learns what to really ignore and what to really ponder and hold on tight for the lifetime.

She loves Familia. GFLszx. And Love.


Nur A'in Abd. Razak

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