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.Friday, September 28, 2007 ' 6:09 PM x
WEDNESDAY, 26th Oct:

During D&t class, Akif drew and I destroyed. I erased uncountably
the designs that matched the cartoon's hair, and finally decided
that it looks good with dreadlocks! (blonde too.)

After school, Harith and I did something hysterical. We acted
as if the photo was a reminder of the deceased. Initially,
I pretended to be uneasy by approaching the lower secs and
asked them, "Have you seen this missing person?" (It was just
a drawing, for god's sake.) It was hilarious. I did not know I
was that, daring. At the interchange, Harith and I undergo the
grieving process. We 'cried' and pointed out to the picture.
Everybody - almost, everybody, tried to look at the picture
we were holding! We were frauds, back then, tricking passer-bys.
The feeling was divine, seriously.

THURSDAY, 27th Oct:

We were copying down chemistry corrections for prelim paper,
when I spotted, "AIDS REACT WITH METAL TO FORM SALT & HYDROGEN."
Those chemistry freaks, please kindly spot the errors.
It was supposed to be ACIDS, not AIDS! And, right, I thought
answer scripts are supposed to be flawless?

At noon, we claimed our english papers back. I scored a B4,
thank god. But it was my oral which had pulled up my
grades. Akif's compo had a lot of markings on it. It was
all in acronyms, like T for tense and so on. When I read
his paper, I read aloud the markings in red, joining up
the words together. It states, "PR T T T T" and "MA T T T".
When you read together it sounds like prttt (farting noise)
and matttt (mati! which is dead in english.) Clever eh?

Harith turned green! Was a remark from our english teacher.
I thought she said, "Pale." So I retorted, "Over-usage of
whitening cream!" (He uses Nivea visage after lessons.)
I then realised that she said, GREEN. So the trio stared
at one another.

"Rahsia kau terbongkar!" I shuddered.
"Ahh, dier tahu aku toyol.." he chipped in.

This set laughters among the trio, again.

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Apart from them being the victim to my entries,
this time, karma counterattacks. I am going to
write about me.

During geography lesson (humanities I scored D7)
our teacher was talking about maps. She came to
a point on rapids (river system) when she repeated
her question, "What is rapids?". I was day-dreaming
so I heard something like 'rabbits'. I asked
my friends, "Eh guys. Apa itu Rabbits?". Their
first reaction: giggled. I desperately asked again.
"It's an animal. RABBIT ILYANA! Tak tahu?" Akif replied,
sardonically. Something hit me, so I was back in the
same time zone as them, after that reply. (I know, I
am part of the SELENGIE road too.)

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Oh, and today, my eyes looked like this:


Know why?

My mum painted the doors with enamel paint and it smell of thinner.
My nose was extremely sensitive last night, so I could not sleep.
When I lie down, the fumes went up my nose, causing me to become
uncomfortable. I cried. I was sleepy, but I could not sleep.
My brain was dysfunctioning and I had difficulties breathing.
I have tried many solution like spraying, and switching on the
air refreshener but I made the situation worse. I slept at 3.30
in the morning. So yes, I was sleep deprived.

I inhaled thinner a lot yesterday. I would not call it as inhaling
since I did not received any pleasure. I cried remember?
But not 'tears-of-joy'. I hated the smell. I wonder how do those
people abuse inhalants when it smell like, well, it was gruesome.

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