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Monday, July 17, 2006

Slept around 4 am. Went to school with Aisah and Umairah by cab. We're late. Well, not exactly uh..it was Umairah who was late. Eversince the cab fare had increased, we always thought that sharing a cab would be a good idea whenever we're late. However, I didn't intend to spent my very last crispy 2 bucks on the cab fare. Instead, I intended to use that money to pay Zakiah. But then, Aisah and I did took a cab to school because we pity Umairah. My school shoes looked filthier than ever. My sister entered the intense mosh pit with my shoes on, during day 2 of Baybeats 06'. And I can't imagine how my olive green high-cut sneakers would look like after being worn by my sister's boyfriend who's such a pain in the ass. I just hope that he doesn't ruin them. Anyway, I relieved my ennui by staring blindly at the cottony clouds from my class window or the back door. The more they talk about soccer, the more disgusted I get. I tend to drift myself from them whenever they start to have conversations about anything that has to do with soccer. Then, Ariffin asked me whether I wanted to join the boys to play soccer at the usual spot. I didn't want to get myself all sweaty before the malay O level listening comprehension and plus, I didn't bring along my P.E attire today. During the maths clinic, Mdm Wong thought that I looked a bit off colour and my eyes were a little puffy. It was tough but I managed to convince her that I was alright.. Ohh yarh, the listening compre was ohh so very hard. The options given, mostly seemed like the ideal answer. It's so confusing and so tricky...