yesterday after skool...
went back to SAPS!!!
go help out it the malay dance....
glad i can get in....
i came a bit late coz the bus took so long to arrive...
and i tot sher came later but she got in oredi...
haizz..
i was soo superbly wet!!!!
then i saw mdm zaleha n kak ayu n mdm mazidah,,,
plus our juniors...
then after some helpings..[but nvr help la actually]
went to eat at the canteen..
CIK ODAH!!!!
miss her delicious food!...
then saw mr soliman...
make a total fool out of us...
he acted lyk he dunno us..
hmpf...
then tell the others bout our skool...
then saw the cik,the cleaner, hu always scold2 ppl in the toilet...
she was happy...
to see us la...
then at three ++ we went home....
oh..
i saw cherubim, jolene n sarah too....
ahh..
a lot of memories in there...
the starting of our speech were always, "remember last time we used to .....?"
so memorable n our bff list was still then too!!!
but have been eaten up by caterpillars or any othe insects....
on the way home we saw amali....
we walked from skool to 7-11 n back again...
hehe...
nth to do wat...
then i got home n got ready for skool thingy at night....
got on stage..
blablabla..
wah soo tireed....
buhbye

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