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Staring into the monitor, wondering how could this song sounds so-not-upset but the lyrics is so sad that I would cry out. I'm wondering why is that Taylor Swift loves to write songs that related to love triangle. And all that stories are so familiar to me. Like I had experienced it.



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闲咯~~

考试刚过，但没什么值得好开心的，因为再过二十天又要考Percubaan。。。
Sien咯。。整天考试，现在看到书都要吐了咯，晚上睡觉都会发梦跟James Brooke有路啦。。
今天的考试真的很难，要怪就怪我的哥哥, 昨晚跟我chat到酱夜。。。
这个星期五，本来可以去看band比赛，可是后来妈妈不答应。。不用紧，下次去看咯，看国赛的。。。kakakaka
很想看Harry Potter，可是没有人organise去看戏。。。
我知道你现在一定觉得我的人生一点意义都没有，我就爱这样，怎样？去角落啦你。。
死了咯，参Peidi太多了，一直讲角落。。。

我不知道是什么原因啊，我发现到我的blog没有人要留言的，是不是我的blog很无聊？闲咯~~

Mentarokkan saja ( click to enlarge)

When i first saw this, i was like WADDA HECK... Not because they went to the roof coz this photo gt the 50ringgit.. ==

I guess it's uploaded by the Acs student, because that day was band district competition. This time district competition was held on their own school. So tat day was our school compete, then the pengadil and students from acs went to our school to watch. I think the acs student may not know this phenomenon is very common if there is any competition held on our school field in front of our hall.

One of the students on the roof there is Jared, wif tucking shirt one... lol... ==

变了咯。。 (click photo to enlarge)

我这个人hor，很念旧，我就是爱看过去的照片。刚刚在电脑里翻了很多过去的照片，看了这张是真得让我感到很多感触。。。

已经很久没有大家这么多人聚集在一起了，有点怀念。。
有些已经离群了。。

变了咯。。

Bike, I still need you..

Gone...again... My new bike, stolen, by the STUPID INDIANS, sry...i'm not racist... But the two Indians should be caught and if i saw them i'll make sure they will have some nice punches...

Let me tell u the story... And don't walk my footsteps again...

5.30pm..
I reach my tuition center, the MRS TIEN english tuition. I park my bike which will not be seen by the CCTV.

5.45pm..
Shing Yen and Huimin reach there and Shing Yen carries my bike and park it just right under the CCTV, so now my bike can be seen by the CCTV clearly..

6.20pm..
I'm still in the tuiion. During that time, got one indian, wearing orange coloured T-shirt and also wearing a helmet so definitely we can't see his face.. He went to my bike there, since it was locked so he carried it with one hand. Then he walks towards a motor, his friend is waiting on the motor. The process was captured and recorded by the CCTV. Then they left, and so, ever, I can't see my bike.

6.50pm..
We went down after the tuition, and found out, my bike is gone. I nearly cry out because this is my second time my bike is stolen. PLUS, before went out to the tuition, I mopped it partially, and pumped the tyres. Loaded. After learning that my bike is gone, I'm so down. Seeing my friends asking around the strangers wether they saw my bike. I stand there, with my tears rolling in my eyes. I call my mum, tell her my bike is gone and ask her to come to the tuition center.

7.00pm..
Mrs Tien, friends, and I watching the CCTV. I, myself, see my own bike is stolen and the whole process.

Do you know how I feel? I am angry and feeling so pain. Because this bike it's just like my friend already, it's a true fact! I went many places by this bike. And I'm even named after by this bike. Some of my friends called me 蚊子, because my bike has two wires connected to the brake and are coloured in black and white. Not anymore. Maybe now that two stupid indians are trying to rip open my bike partially. Figuring out how to cut open my grey-coloured locker. Thinking where to sell out my bike, and how to use the money they "earn" through selling my bike. My bike maybe is crying and seeking her mistress now, screaming for help. Where'd you go, bike, i miss u a lot..