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school feels oddly deserted today. as shiying described, it's like at war and we're the only people who managed to get to school. you can't blame her. only seven people from my class turned up for school today. poo hoo. plus i think 1/2 of the year1 cohort is absent. bah ha! couldn't really care about everything though. and i can do a h2 malay paper. seriously. i got 73% in total. which, technically in jc, is an A. celebrate! zafirah got an A in malay. h2 malay at that. nah. it was something basic. but i was racking my brain for answers. racking my brain is good. hell, no. someone's blasting the darkness' i believe in a thing called love. touching you and you're touching me, touching you and you're touching meeee . haha.. sing with me (in falsetto) i believe in a thing called LOOOVEE!!! good memories of secondary school mtv.

yes i miss you. i miss you so much. i miss having you around to make jokes. to entertain me even though you know i'm at the verge of annoyance. we feint ignorance. we turn a deaf ear. we fake blindness. why? because we choose to block people. people who don't support us. people who think that love has a defined set of rules. who defined love anyway? who defined the aspects and principles on when love can be successful? don't take it to heart.

she wants the perfect guy, who's only taller, handsome, older by a certain number of year. and all that jazz about him being the perfect gentleman and what she want sto happen. ladidas. dream on. you find me that guy right now, and i'll take him from you.

to dear, do you know what i want right now?
to sit by the river and forget our troubles. they never existed. i'll feint ignorance for the time being
for both of us to be able to fly through the window and disappear. we'll run away. and i'll be comforted knowing you're there protecting me.
to walk down the narrow undiscovered lanes of life together.

love is truly in the air. and it's the end of september. one day to promo exams. a few more weeks to aidilfitri