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Hi.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007

met my section mates at around 6pm.
went to sheng shiong.
bought camp breakfast. woahhh shopping habis!

fock out kinda more money.
as two of our juniors didn't turn up.
17+bucks, divided by four people.

thankyou Hajarah!
for extra $1.35. ((:
i hope there's enough food for all.

anyway, it was kinda fun.
section outing; just the current seniors.
laughhh laughh laughhh crack jokess. ((:
sufi being sucha disgusting.

accompanied dearest cut his hair.
now better haircut than last time.
&& it took like half an hour.
pathetic siakk! pfft. :T
my butt got bigger i guess, sitting down.
watch chinese show there. [every salon must have tv right?]
while he enjoying the lady stylist. :D

then dearest sent myself home.
not really at doorstep. just the bridge around there.
like few blocks away. ((: atleast something.
rather than i walked alone in the dark.
all these banglas around, drunkard. eeek!

he says that he wanted to treat me tmr.
finally! wheee ((: iloveyou ♥

tmr morning. final grease dance practice.
before pop. i hope it goes well.
whoever didn't turn up tomorrow, out you go.

i mean i had enough with irresponsible people.
who just take this lightly. thinking its nothing.

just because im not part of band leaders,
that doesn't mean you give no respect to me
when i tried my best to communicate with you.
listening to your ideas and everything. okay?
i know i blowed up the last time, and im sorry.
which is now im more flexible with you people.
no nags, no scoldings, no frustration.
but sometimes things get on top of my head.
i admit im not a good 'teacher'. i tried.
you ?

yes, you people did super great job.
by doing your best dancing. ((:
and being comfortable with your partner.
gd job! ((: keep up.

but come on, passing out parade [p.o.p] soon.
its your p.o.p. your show. put in all your hard effort in.

[ps this is not a complain or scolding.]
whoever think it is, your own problem.


now the important thing is : to enjoy these 3day camp ((:

enough saying.