Aku senasib Diana.
My Msn Messenger's not working either. Not available to be exact. This would explain why i am "offline" most of the time. Sorry guys.
Happy Birthday Kakak ya. =D
Did you know Paris turned around spells Sirap?
Ah its those periods of slumberness again. The weather's cool in the afternoon evening and night. Tidor all day. I study at night. Its makes more sense. I dunno how.
Yesterday being Friday, i decided to spend the day in an Oman origin juba. Wore white pants, white t-shirt and yeah white underwear. Felt pure. Really pure. It was an interesting experience. Went back to ESSS with Sarah. She's arab and she say i looked like her father. Glances from my head to toe. Buat bodoh. Nothing wrong what. Then headed for the mosque. After which i went to school for an hour of PIPC tutorial. More glances from suspected shallow minded students. Earphones stuffed to my ears, Tandak Timur Tengah playing, I felt like i was back in Medinah or something. The juba thing really comfortable. Conclusion, i was expecting something drammatic like the bus driver uncle not allowing me into the bus but instead he smiled and i was just another passenger. The younger ones, my peers[not my class], stared as if i broke a rule that doesnt exist on paper. Their giggles and masked laughter only confirmed the capacity of their brain. Dodos.
Berkembankan Kain Sutera,
Mayang Digerbang
Aduhai Ayunyaaaa....
Pahlawan Putih.
My Msn Messenger's not working either. Not available to be exact. This would explain why i am "offline" most of the time. Sorry guys.
Happy Birthday Kakak ya. =D
Did you know Paris turned around spells Sirap?
Ah its those periods of slumberness again. The weather's cool in the afternoon evening and night. Tidor all day. I study at night. Its makes more sense. I dunno how.
Yesterday being Friday, i decided to spend the day in an Oman origin juba. Wore white pants, white t-shirt and yeah white underwear. Felt pure. Really pure. It was an interesting experience. Went back to ESSS with Sarah. She's arab and she say i looked like her father. Glances from my head to toe. Buat bodoh. Nothing wrong what. Then headed for the mosque. After which i went to school for an hour of PIPC tutorial. More glances from suspected shallow minded students. Earphones stuffed to my ears, Tandak Timur Tengah playing, I felt like i was back in Medinah or something. The juba thing really comfortable. Conclusion, i was expecting something drammatic like the bus driver uncle not allowing me into the bus but instead he smiled and i was just another passenger. The younger ones, my peers[not my class], stared as if i broke a rule that doesnt exist on paper. Their giggles and masked laughter only confirmed the capacity of their brain. Dodos.
Berkembankan Kain Sutera,
Mayang Digerbang
Aduhai Ayunyaaaa....
Pahlawan Putih.
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