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♡ No more lackadaisical
Thursday, August 14, 2008, 9:01 PM
Today is no more lackadaisical as expected. I was neither bumming today except for the first half of the day. A colloq have recurred today that its either long-wind post will-be or laze-for.
For the the the ones who knew what happened, zip up. You know just who I'd reposte to.
Uhuh;
I was more than just touted today...Every single thing, I felt mood-castaway. But then it masquerades in immediate... Complete immediate. Bore-core. We had dyadic tests/day today and I pretty much assure nothing but fear failing. Ouh, I trauma with red marks in a 'honoured' paper.
Lineally, we have to rush to Ariani's region state to have our at-the-last-time-maybe practice before we head off for arimethic supplementary class at 0230. We doodle with the last choreo-solos. I riveted upon finding the last steps. Ouh I'm such a vest-devastate.
Atonce, we rush again to the HomEc kitchen to do our make-up cum Practical test lesson. I botched everything today. I don't deserve the title of a good chef witnessing how laggardary I am previously. Well, I couldn't blame Raziq either. Blame our culinary skills. But latter, concludingly I gave up the omelette to Raziq. Empty mood to have it, everything flow woos fast.
Aye, we did attend for the audition. Ohmigoddess. I scarce we even qualified. I hate suspense results. I'm either of the solos trios and I was freaking alone doing my steps with lorryload hesitant. Lets wrap up, and get done now. I keep confiding. We were only auditioning and we were audienciated by the sec3, creep crindging on the translucent pane.
Bussed to Causeway mall and rush in Popular to grab a book or two, apparently one, which I promised Sheela to. I elect a few books, but they reposte they weren't nice to be a reading material so in conclusion got this book Let's Get Lost by sarra manning. Account that insufficent of financial woes, I loaned Asyura 5ocents. Next thing, I knew, I was tempo-bankrupt and money-dry.
Ran home after the book-shop which venued for approx 45minutes...
blandblandblandblandblandblandblandblandblandblandblandbland;
Switched my cellphone on and sighted 2unread messages...
Brother; Hey sis! So, any plans?
So I guess the happiest moment never ends.
P.S There's certain part of the post that went missing. My blog is no an enclosed, sombody or at least, someone reads it. Privy case.