Monday, January 12, 2009

sweetheart


This girl's name is Anisah. I think. Haha! Somehow this girl reminds me of someone. Well, she looks just like me when i was in kindergarten. Seriously. Short mushroom kinda hair with those bangs covering the forehead. So shy ard people but aft awhile, i'll be a chatterbox. Just like her. Haha. I miss being a kid. No problems. No school. No heartbreaks. No headaches over matters. No rush about making decisions. Hais. I feel so old. Pfft. I'm reaching seventeen soon and tsk. I dont want to grow old.

Anw, got the O levels results tday. And.. Im not gonna talk about it. Im just hoping for the best. That's all. Well anw, gab, lewis and i will be heading to SP tmr to check out the courses there since they still have their booths. So, why not take a look since we didnt have the time in the past few days to go for the polys' open house. Hmms. Qamarul called me for a few times and i managed to talk to him for awhile in the evening. I just wanna say Thanks dude. Though we only talked for 2o mins(i think) i felt abit better. I really miss syg. Its sad that we'll not be able to meet in these few months. Tsk. I feel like looking for a job now. I've discussed it with mom and she's fine with it. But my dad.. He wont listen to what i've planned and stuff. That's the reason why i was not working for the past few months. *sighs* I've wasted my every breath talking to him. And i'm gonna try talking to him again. I dont care if its wasting my time just by talking to him about my plans cos im not gonna rot at home and stare at my lappy. I'd rather work and earn some cash. Surprisingly, my aunt has gotten a job for me. Haha! Cool. Guess what? Its modelling. Yeah. I have to be her model cos she needs one for her portfolio. She's taking make-up courses and she needs a model. She offered me the job and yeah, im taking it. Cos i got to earn some cash too. I'll be starting this Saturday. And i cant wait. Haha.

I really need you by my side now. Its like as if we're drifting apart alr. And furthermore, we're going to different schools. This is gonna be torturing my dear.

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