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Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Say 'R'.

Went for driving practical today. haha. Seriously, i need a duct tape for my head and my mouth. I need to paste one at my forehead to the car's headrest, because i keep on looking at the gear when i change. damn. The teacher is super stress when i did that. Sympathetic. I need another to paste and my one and only mouth to stop it from shouting. I will even go ''aaahhh!!" when i see a red traffic light and i need to change from gear 4 to gear 3 when i can do it quietly. what has happen to me?? i will even shout when i reached the turning point to do parking. I seriously need mouth therapy. Oh, and i cant survive without talking. Don't know how i will react when tester beside me. Shall i start asking about his family..?? hmm...

School is only 2 hours today. But got the live audio meeting at 3 lah eh. haiz. boring!. Talk about the gig this friday. And the current president cant said the word 'R'. hee..

Most probably, im going to donate blood tomorrow, alone. Pity my mum lah, she tired. So, i told her i'm independent when im scared. She worry i might faint. haha. i will be strong. If there's time, im going to compasspoint's charles and keith to buy a sandal. simple. Provided there's time lah cos im going johor with mak and cousin in the evening. busy.. busy..

I don't know whether will there still be place for un-bonded students like me after i get my diploma. If there's really no place for me, then i shall be a stewardess. haiz. what the hell.

oklah. bye.


8:18 PM Friends are like roses... you have to look out for the pricks!