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Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Time: Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Title: -

8:00am

Wednesday

OKAY.
I'll update for real this time.
But i doubt anyone would read it since my blog has been dead for quite sometime.

Everythings been rather fine lately.
School's okay, classmates are like normal classmates.

Well, i do play lots of CS during class right now since its, well, there.

Just to let you all know that i'm updating because i haven't slept since yesterday night and that i'm not asleep till now, one more hour and that makes 24 hours without sleep, which isnt really something to be proud of.

It's during the fasting month right now and so far so good.
And if you all should read the archives of this blog, and see how things have changed.
I'm sure if your following me this far, i must have updated something about you, or maybe the tagboard.

Things have changed alot lately although i'm not quite sure what has changed in me.
If there even is a change, it's not obvious to me. . .

It's the fasting month right now and things are going so-so.
Temptations here and there but hey, you guys know me. (:

Been breaking fast outside with a couple of groups lately, mainly with my secondary school friends.
I did break-fast with my bukit batok boys, but thats not really counted considering i was the only one out of 20 people fasting. Pfft. I good boy, what to do?

As i'm typing this new paragraph, i'm starting to yawn.
Guess it's time for me to go to bed soon.
I shall type two more paragraph before i end with my usual stuff.

I haven't been going training for nearly 3 weeks due to the fasting month.
Wouldn't wanna exert myself without any food or water during the trainings, i won't last an hour.
And another thing is, for those of you whom actually sparred or maybe i taught a little bit here and there.
I'm sure you all know that my moves are very tactical and patient.
Well, i'm going to change that into being more agressive.
Instead of countering you, i'd be the one starting to murder you. :D
I shall start training tomorrow.

About 2 weeks to Hari Raya and i've not gotten a single piece of baju kurung, courtesy of Nur Amalina Zakaria who can't go this week due to her preperations for her examinations.
Haaaah, i'm not complaining babylove, i'm just saying :D .
I'll meet you during this sat okayy?

Oh and did i mention?
I love that girl, and i hope she knows how much i do.
Yes we do have our minor quarrels here and there, but in the end, we still reconcile.
Anyone who has something against her, know what you're up against before attempting to do anything drastic.
Wa pey siao datang, masalah besar. Right everyone?
Not that i'm a big shot or anything, but i'd give it my everything for her.
And i think my everything is something.
But i'm sure nobody has anything against herrr. . . . . or me :D

Okay, my yawns are getting louder and bed is looking more comfortable.
I shall end here my fellow readers.

Mohamed Firdaus.
No hero in war.

I know there was other girls before me. I know that I wasn’t your first love. I know that I wasn’t the first to call you mine. I know that you’ve called other girls baby or babe before. I know that I wasn’t your first kiss. But all I want is to be the last girl you’d ever be with, the last one that you’d love, the last one to call you mine, the last one you’d ever call baby or babe, and the last one to ever kiss you.
- Reblogged from wescribblelove.tumblr.com♥ .
 

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Thursday, August 19, 2010
Time: Thursday, August 19, 2010
Title: -

12:36pm

Friday

You know. . . .
Ahh forget it.

Mohamed Firdaus.
No hero in war. 

 

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