Apart from the fact that Fio, Joyce, Ka and myself got caught for wearing coloured bra, school was good. Ms Ow was humourous, entertaining us with her running-around-the-school-naked-swinging-her-bra thingymajiggy during Lit.

Then there was the NCC room incident. I know, Iz knows and them boys in the room know. A little too obscene but free show for me. =) A lot of lessons learnt from that, for me, and for the boys themselves.

O-level Malay Oral sucked, like I've expected but hell, the journey there with Iz and Aslam was great. We practiced speaking in Bahasa Melayu Baku in the bus, and we ended up getting lost. Actually we took the wrong bus in the first place, so yeah, we were lost. We sat by the roadside talking bullcrap that don't make sense, singing stupid songs, pathetically hailing for cabs(we even tried our luck for a hitchike). We cab-ride down to Yuying then. Ohyes, Gaff and Nisa were laughing their asses off at us. Wt.

Back home, bumped into Khabir at the interchange. Went home, yadayada, wenta meet Yaya papaya and them cousies at Np. Wenta eat LJS, bumped into Jai and Saeed. Then bumped into Naz at the interchange, then bumped into a bitch-turned-slut. She's still the same, and of course my impression of her is still the same. She took the same bus as me, and I was muttering under my breathe, 'This hardcore minah who's wearing carrot pants deserve to die!' Shameless. Forget her.

Btw, the distant cousin who fell into a coma passed away. She was hospitalised about three weeks ago after she fainted while warming up for floorball training in school.

I hate floorball.


I'm still trying to come up with a decision. Whether to go or not to go.