AidahBurne
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Wednesday, January 03, 2007
If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see you can find out firsthand what it's like to be me ::::::::::::: Oh, bugger, how could it slip my mind. In my 1st Jan entry, i had forgotten to mention; Happy Birthday to my beloved Father. Happy Birthday to my dearest friend Ain. 16 16, is not a bad age to be. Jan 2nd; Mission; Eat to your hearts desire. Once in a lifetime opputunity. Quote and unquote from Adam; Aidah lives to eat, not eat to lives. Meet up with Ain and Shah to celebrate Ain's brithday. And Haider was supposed to come. But he can't. Tkpe lah, tidur satu hari gerek eh? Haha. Well, then ain treated us at Swensens. Birthday girl belanje eh? Terima Kasih byk2. And we three took such a long time to decide what to buy. The ice cream was all so tempting that we keep changing our minds. Like every other ordering, i had to do the ordering, which seriously i didnt mind. Ha, the funny part was Shah's cutlery problem again. Of yeah, the ice cream was super nice. Steak with ice cream. Heavenly. After that, lost and clueless, tawaf around Whitesands. Had to endure their "Whitesands boring sehh". Tkpe nvm. Then, crash at Delifrance. Watch ain work. Haha. Funny. And ain has seen it as a mission to provide us with drinks to occupy our time. Hot chocolate. Sandwich and chicken soup. Not taking into account the food we ate before. Imagine that, from Swensens to Delifrance in less than an hour. I was full. Jan 3rd; First day of school. I thought so. I woke up at 6.10. Like i'm going to school. Yes, i did went to a primary school, to send my brother. Then yaya papaya went inside and seat down. I have come to realised this primary school kids are quite vain. I caught a drift of a students (mentang2 lah aku dah tk student) conversation with a friend. "Oh, my mother bought me a Billabong bag. What she buy for you?" Classic broken. I thought; "So vain. So what?" So left at 7.15. Miss the bus. was late meeting shah and bai. 7.45 met them. Sat and ate our breakfast opposite my secondary school. While watching the on goings in the school. And i said; "The way we watch this school, like we're spying on it, planning to bomb it" Then at 9.40 met ain and ifah. Went inside the school. Feel so goddamn funny that i am not in my uniform. Oh yeah anyway in the bus, there were quite a handful of commuters. My God, looking at them makes my blood crawl. They seem fucking monotonic. Zombified. If they stand, it will be straight back. One hand holding a briefcase or whatever bag they take to work. Handphone dangling from their neck. Ear plug in their ears. And they never seem to smile. All they do is frown. They look so stress. Picture perfect? The clothes are all nicely pressed. Nice polish shoes. Make up, to cover the flaws on their faces. Every acne, every meteor attack is covered with foundation. The men? I do not exactly know what they do to their face. I wish i don't grow up like them. They only indication they're alive is their fluttering eyelids, occasional yawns, and if you stand jammed packed like a sardine in the bus you might even feel their breath. i made a move at 8:32 PM
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