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Thursday, September 18, 2008 6:09 AM

Sapp~~

4:30am. Usuall stuff.

I was at home the whole of yesterday.
Text-ed Khairul that I'm not going to school and he said he'll figure out how to meet.
So yeahh, today he's accompanying me to school. Mr Samri wanted to see me, as told by Noraswan. Must sign something. Haiya! Lecehness. Meeting him at 11:30am today. So yeahh..

This few days, I'm lazy to use this laptop in the afternoon/night.
I end up rotting at home, watching tv. Plus the tv watching me. TSK.

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