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M istika, I turned fifteen. I'm an optimist, but it wouldn't hurt for me to be a lil' bit pessimistic. Yes, I'm abnormal, period. Tagboard
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Sunday, June 21, 2009
I'll be knocking on your door. Camp's tomorrow. Oh joy :} I'll be looking forward for it, with the worried faces clouding the sec ones, and the newcomers. Muahahahahahhahahaha. I'm gonna go watch the BWF Super Series now. GO TAUFIK HIDAYAT. Although I'm pretty sure he's gonna get trashed, it's 1835hours. I was right! Malaysia did win. Throughout the game, my kept yelling non-stop : MALAYSIA BOLEH! MALAYSIA BOLEH! It was irritating, but her support and undivided attention for Malaysia to win was somehow channeled through to Chong Wei's thoughts. During the point of time of her morbid yelling, he gained six points consecutively .____. Telepathy I tell you ! The Indonesian audience were kept silent every time Chong Wei kept landing shuttles onto Hidayat's court. The game was pretty intense, I guess. There weren't many Malaysian supporters, sooooo, there weren't any mini riots going on in the stadium. Hah, mini-riots (L) I miss (L), alot. I'll be away for camp on Monday and Tuesday. Sooooo, have loads of fun without me bloggers/internet explorers :} 2314hours. I'm not asleep yet. I don't feel a bit wiry. |
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Let's runaway now
let's go away to some place safe. |
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