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Monday, December 31, 2007 | 8:44 PM

Two whole months.


Two months without continuous homework, without any schoool-related stress. Two months of shopping, of movies, of eating out, of reading book after book, of doing one sudoku puzzle after another, of sleeping late and waking up at 2pm the next day,

of meeting friends like ashraff, arif and aalia(kudos to them C:)

kay thanks for interrupting ashraff (:
okay moving on hahhahah ..


.. of endless episodes of ben 10, of exhausting housework, of failed attempts at reading my A-maths and biology textbooks, of bickering and not, of happy, angry, irritating, stupid, crazy, and the kental-est of moments.


Two months, over and gone. Just like that.

And Ashraff says, "He's just so great. Get over it, Aida!"

uh-huh. riiigght.
;DDDDD


spending new year's eve at shabana's house, amidst noisy, uno-playing, disaster-striking, pre-primary one, post-kindergarten, six-year-olds.


you get the picture?

oh, and she finally arrived. and everytime she talks, it sounds like she's gonna cry. its creepy, yet pitiful.
she has no idea what she's in for.


You'll always be my thunder.