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Wednesday, May 14, 2008


Pretty much addicted to blogging? Why not enjoy by blogging? Yeah baby! I kinda like blogging nowadays. Good enough that I blog rather than I ditched my blog when I used to do that previous year. Well, to think about the past, I kinda hate myself. I was such a bad girl laaaa! Yes, turn over a new leaf baby.

Apparently today, the students get a day-off due to the official school's MARKING DAY. And boy, did I enjoy my long bed time. [Insert wide smile] I woke up to a cold spell in the morning, dang it was utterly cold my maid shut the windows. I was awaken by the continuous rainfall at 10 but did not hesitate to pull back the comforter to immerse in the chilly weather. I'm supposed to be in school at 9am today for prefect investiture's rehearsal. I woke up as late as 11.15am and reach school at 1pm. How cool is that. I'm so ready for oatmeal and homemade soups this season. The temperature dropped slightly this week but today it's back to being humid again. However, Mother Nature won't stop medding with the weather. It may be sweltering hot one moment and what have you next. Pfft. -_-

I have to sing for Investiture this Friday, which is totally sucks. Ros kept on bugging me to sing with her as she needs a backup singer. Pfft, can't you see I'm really lazy? But that's what friends are for right. I'm graduating in a few months time so bare with it. Mr Singh watch us performing justnow with that 'I don't like the performance at all' look. He keeps on yawning just because we sang a slow umbrella song. He was the one who ask us to choose a slow song. So stop giving me that ugly look alright. And I think Mr Singh needs some new pants which are not tight. Because I can hardly breathe when I see him with those extremely tight ones. Urgh.

I passed my Mother Tongue Paper 1. Surprise, surprise. I mean, seriously, I wrote 3 pages long of whatever shit that I barely understand myself, and I managed to scrape through it with a 36/50? Luck was on my side again man. Phew. But I pity Mdm Mas though. She was all gloomy when she entered the classroom. The look on her face is already enough for us to know that she is utterly, totally, completely disappointed in us. She went terribly silent for like uh, 15 minutes? I mean, who wouldnt? 50% 'potential passes' out of 100%. Yeah, that's bad.

I wanna watch Ayat-ayat cinta so badly. It is a beautifully portrayed Islamic love story – a tale of a virtuous Muslim protagonist who overcomes all obstacles of life maintaining pure ideals. I'm really looking forward to arabic classes. A MUST MOVIE TO CATCH AND I'M CATCHING IT SOON. ANYONE UP FOR IT? :)

I always asked myself, why I love you. I can be myself when I am with you. Your idea of romance is dim lights, soft music, and just the two of us. Because you make me feel like I have never felt before. I can tell you anything, and you won't be shocked. Your undying faith is what keeps the flame of our love alive. You and me together, we can make magic. We're a perfect match. Thinking of you, fills me with a wonderful feeling. Your love gives me the feeling, that the best is still ahead. You never give up on me, and that's what keeps me going. You are simply irresistible. I love you because you bring the best out of me. Your terrific sense of humor. Everytime I look at you, my heart misses a beat. You're the one who holds the key to my heart. You always say what I need to hear. You have taught me the true meaning of love. Love is, what you mean to me - and you mean everything. You are my theme for a dream. I have had the time of my life and I owe it all to you. And, of course, your intelligence, 'cause you were smart enough to fall in love with me. But now, our love has faded away. I feel so left out. My life is empty without you. I find my fate has turned out so cruel; my fate is twisted, always getting my hopes up just to bring them back down again, but each time the pain comes back it's stronger and longer. Why should this happen to me?





TIARA ATYRA

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I'm TIARA ♥ and I'm pretty messed up.
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09 june, 1992

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