Wednesday, October 27, 2004

prom

prom's at meridian hotel. price is like 65-70 smackeroos. well, i'm not going. cos.. number 1, i've nothing to wear cos i've no time to look for something to wear. number 2, i've no money to pay for such luxury. my savings are for that mp3 player that's been on my wishlist since forever. and i doubt the parents would be willing to pay such a sum for such a redundant event that's probably won't affect my life. number 3, i've no date. as in, no friends to go with. no clique to hang on to. so just forget about it. number 4, there's no number 4.


solution: forget about it lah girl.. prom's nothing but a fantasy alright. you'll never get your ass to prom because it means nothing to you and your presence means nothing to it. so just keep on saving for that mp3 player. and never lend it to you know who in case he spoils it. he spoils everything.


no one listens to me at home. whatever. sick of talking about this lame-ass nyadanyada shiznit issue.


that was the last of JOE's lesson. red heart's gonna open 2 more centres out there. wow. well done.


i just realised that my life is nothing but a facade.


died-ed at 11:14 pm
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heh. heh.

i started and finished this layout in 20 minutes before school this morning. figures why it's so simple. yearh. it makes all my entries look longish. blah. wtf. Blue the dog(in the picture) was curtesy of shereen. picture was taken by me of course. like who else in my family tree would take such redundant shots if its not me and that zahed?


connection's really screwed.


i just realised how flexible my school is. we can cut lessons and slack at the study area. teachers see us but don't report us. we can just leave school without getting caught. and come to school late without getting detention. teachers are smoking in the toilets like students. and we pretty much bullshitted in our reports when we get into trouble. the only figure that we are afraid of is Mrs Danapal. and even she's a slack at times. i shall always remember her as the Discipline Mistress who tickled my friend's abs. inside joke. go figure.


i still want that time machine.


this post is yet another redundant post.


and rica if you're reading this, gimme a tag when you're coming down to singapore alright? it'd be cool to meet up and stuff. yeah. you're coming down in november. o's would prolly be over.


k, i'm off doing JOE's homework. blah.


died-ed at 1:44 pm
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