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Monday, November 30, 2009 @ 9:25 PM

This is me when I'm still in my 4th year in WRSS . I look damn fat & I blame the uniform for that . HEH [: I used to have fun with this people , & i'd be with them during breaks ; gossiping and teasing others , making a lot of noise until I kena "ATIKAHHH , SHUT UPPP!!! " By dearest Ms Siti . I'm sure Raudah remembers the incident well . HAH ,

That babe on top * looks up * , is Shikin . She listens to me babble about almost everything . Especially about my problems, my sorrows, my worries, my concerns, my happiness, my gila-ness aaaaand personal problems. I remembered once that I ran to her house , crying . All thanks to bro . HAHAH .

The hotstuff, my Redzuan :D We had alot of history ever since 1st year in WRS . Fights, quarrels, misunderstandings, and the thing that brought us together ? His CAMERA . Hahah , really thankful for that . We became close, and like Shikin , we share almost everything with each other. This one also tends to tegor me when i make mistakes or when he's not happy with me mixing around with wrong people, doing wrong things etc etc. Until now, we still share our stories , aaaand I really wish that our friendship won't end . He's like a brother to me . & , we still fight for the smallest matter =.=

My class for two years. We had a very close bond, even with the teacher . We were not the perfect-est class . Teachers do complain that our class are not up to standard or not maintaining our academic performance level . But , I guess my class did not care much as long as we are happy with one another. I remembered a few teachers who got really disappointed with our class behaviour and performance. HEH , shall not mention any . Remember back then when during one of the GEOGRAPHY lessons, only 4 did their homework ? & the teacher refused to teach ? HEH . ALL had to go out and say sorry to the teacher. HEH , omg . and when nearly the whole class failed physics ? O.Ooo

I miss those few people dearly . It's really different in poly .



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