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Thursday, September 29, 2005
" I love my blog's name ; 3:19 PM "

I'm so proud of my blog's name! Today I did a Tamil test and the comprehension was about the Tajmahal. Honestly, I never knew, that the name of the person who came up with this brilliant wonder is Shajagan! I love this blogs name! You see, I didn't even know about Shajagan. I just thought it sounded good and there was also this movie starring Sharukh. Anyway, the story of the Tajmahal is so ultra romantic. Mumtaj-Shajagan's wife-passed away and in pure love and care for his late wife, Shajagan ordered for Mumtaj to be buried by the Tajmahal. So, it's like Mumtaj is being buried in a castle-a very beautiful one, in fact. It took 21 years for the Tajmahal to be built completely. And before Shajagan passed away he demanded for him to be buried by his wife and his wish was fulfilled when he passed away. So now, they have this wonderful world, with the Tajmahal.
Don't you think it's such a wonderful thing?
Anyway, I'm going to go straight to the point. Noor Sharifah, if you want any friends, you just have to take jokes. I don't think I was being harsh by saying "You're so chubby!" Oh my MY, Hema calls me that, most of my friends do. I don't take it seriously because I know we're all friends! I don't know how you're going to face anything in the world later on with an attitude that totally sucks to the core. You made me stick my foot down the toilet bowl just to help you get out of the friggin cubicle and then without any stupid gratitude, you ran away. I had to chase you, you know? I think you're the worst friend on the world and you are just petty and childish and you have no sense of commodity what-so-ever. I have never had such an unfaithful friend in my LIFE! So, how was that for an insult? Take this in, because I'm not going to reply or apologize to your face ever again.
Today was alright, apart from feeling so super sticky. Is it adrenaline? I don't know. Truly I don't think it can be. Because I'm hardly ever excited-apart from times when I see the Kyle Massey copy case. Ugh! Hardly am I ever "excited" to see the Kyle Massey. Just plain jumpy and disgusted lah.
Preparations are growing more and more and more intense until there is only the feeling of numbness and no reality at the nibs of my fingers and toes. The top of my head is aching so badly
I feel like a nodding doll. Okay, I feeling like NODDY. Oh god, I forgot all about him. So long ago it was when Big Ears was the big thing. The big craze to be exact, ya? Haha.
"Do you think that time could stand still?" No, I don't GPG. Sorry.
Anyway...even if it did, it wouldn't wait for me exactly. I have no regrets. I SO do not need time to wait for me. =)
Alright, I have to go and do some useful things. And, DISS Sharifah Noor. Thanks alot "friend" of mine. Or Fiend. Whatever.
xoxox



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