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I'm not being myself. I'm being someone that I don't even recognize, how can that be possible for me? I want the old cheerful and gregarious Nur Hidah binte Musli back. Yes, I know I've changed to a whole lot different person but I can't help it. When the clock is ticking, things change and no doubt, people change too. The pressure is killing me. But hey, I'm still standing strong despite the obstacles that I've been through. I don't want 2009 to be the exact same like 2010, because I believe this year is gonna be a better year for each and everyone of us. I wanna lead a miraculous life ahead, and I'm gonna make it happen in any way I can think of. Mark my words everybody. Now, I'm starting to hate school in every way. I hate my abnormal partner, I hate my seating arrangement in class but I'm &lt;b&gt;trying&lt;/b&gt; not to hate school. I hate this week's Science Lab experiment. The seating arrangement has changed too, and how great, our arrangement have to be the same like the class seating arrangement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I'm stuck with the same old mundane partner of mine. Such a dooms. Worst still, he didn't even bother to help me in the experiment. Oh well, he did. He set up the retort stand but it was the wrong arrangement. Like what the hell? He's depending everything on me. I'm fucking pissed, I just wish everything would turn out fine. There's gonna be a Science test tomorrow, and guess what? I've still have yet to study that very chapter that we're tested on. I'm so gonna do last minute revision in between lessons and during recess time. And yes, I've to buck up in my studies. I've been not concentrating on the subjects and topics that were thought and I wonder how am I gonna pass next week's Math test on Proportion. I'm so gonna die. Until now, I've still got no idea how to find the solutions for the questions. I need great help. -_- Oh ya, did I tell you that I'm not chosen for Math ACT, oh yeah! I'm super elated. I'm heading to bed now. Sweet dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5253265113617541490-2633392307463133180?l=thypromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We've yet to meet for like almost two months since we're busy with our school and stuffs. I'm anticipating for your presence. I can consider this week is the third week of school, and I started to hate school. My mind has not been working like it always did, my mind's not on the particular topic that the teacher is talking about and I've been putting aside my studies because of some things that are bugging my mind. I wished I can plan how my life's gonna be like, it will be totally miraculous if happiness is always by my side and sorrowness could go away just like that without thinking any further. Wouldn't it be great? I just wanna be happy, I want the cheerful Nur Hidah binte Musli that I've used to know back. I want things to get into my way which I think is pretty impossible. Now, I've just gotta wait patiently for everything to happen. I'm still waiting for the answer and I hope it will be a wise one. I really do love you, from the bottom of my heart. I hope I won't be crying so hard like I cried just now. I'm in love with my blog song, weird huh? Anyway, school's been fine but I can't get everything into my head like what I've mention just now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, I'm struggling to find the answers for my Math worksheet that was given out just now. I fucking don't understand the topic, the way to find the solution to the answer and precisely what my Math teacher is blabbering about. I'm so gonna be dead if there's a test coming up. Damn it, damn it. First two periods was geography, was pretty boring. I was yawning all the way, hoping that I could close my eyes and sleep peacefully. -_- Dream on, Hidah. Next two periods was mother tongue. Finished up with my karangan and hand it in at the end of the second period. Sucks big time, I must say that. Girlfriend are the one who always got reprimanded by Cikgu Tasrib. He's so unreasonable over such a small matter. Recess was alright, as usual. Math was horrible, I don't understand anything what Mrs Goh taught. English was boring, so I slept till the end of the lesson. I know I'm being such a bad girl today. I've got no idea why, but I felt like I'm too lethargic to entertain. What the hell, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Science, we only go through part of Osmosis and then, we changed seats according to the new seating plan. Guess what? I sat with the same partner and worst still, at the same place. Yes, &lt;b&gt;SAME&lt;/b&gt; place! Such a boring place and boring partner I have. Three periods for DNT, finished up my Book End thing. I hate sawing, but I love drilling the holes. So fun! After school, did some mundane stuffs and voice out everything to girlfriend. Thanks for being a good listening ear and a good girlfriend all these while. For now, things are way too complicated to be said. I hope things will not fall out into place and this situation will get better. I've still have not done my fucking Math homework, I guess I'm gonna leave it blank since I don't know how to do. I seriously have to buck up in Math right now. I suck, I suck, I suck, I suck. And, I've to attend Science ACT. Most of the people who are attending ACT are Malay pupils. &lt;i&gt;Buat malu masyarakat kita ajer.&lt;/i&gt; Nevermind, will study extremely hard for this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5253265113617541490-8768263147912490855?l=thypromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Padahal dulu aku suka kacau kaw seh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few more minutes to ten thirty and I'm still not in bed. Yes, I slept very early these few days. I'm so gonna be very busy tomorrow because of the Orientation thing. I know it'll be very chaotic in the hall, surrounded with the screams of different people from different CCA. Confirm ask all the Secondary 1s to join this and that. Mr Kamal asked us to wear kebaya since we're helping him for the new CCA which is Asian Cultural Club. I'm excited, very! Gonna have a short briefing after dismissal tomorrow at school hall about it. I'm looking forward to it. Today was a great day full of laughters, I swear. Haha! I was all hyped-up after school with girlfriend and we couldn't stop laughing on our every single jokes. She's being slow today, I don't know why. She treated me lunch and Sweetalk. We finished up our homework which girlfriend didn't manage to because she was stuck at one question and I have yet to learn on that very topic. She tried to think and work out the answer till I finish both of my line graphs. She wasted a lot of time, in fact. Stupid anak Abdul Rahim. :P First two periods were Art.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next period, Ms Chang was late for lesson so me and Elly went out of class and walk around since we've got nothing to do. At last, we didn't attend the lesson and the next two periods were PE. Took height and weight. I grow shorter (I've got no idea how) and lose two kilograms? What the hell you know. I expected to gain weight and I seriously didn't went on a diet or anything. Recess was alright. Next was English, had topics on the advantages and disadvantages about Internet. Had Science and Math for two periods. Science was all about last year's topic, drawing graphs and charts. We've to finish up the assignments that was gave by Mrs Goh since she's not around today. Was kinda' easy, only had a few confusions at the last part. Then met girlfriend all and start our craziness. I'm currently chatting with girlfriend and Saiful, waiting for Nabil to online. Umairah went home today, early huh? Anyway, granny's in a somehow critical condition. Hope she's gonna be alright. I don't know when I'm gonna visit her, soon probably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assalamualaikum!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5253265113617541490-4868721416102997996?l=thypromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't want you to bother my life anymore. I know you'll get a the happiness that you're yearning for from another person which is way better compared to me. I hate you for letting me to fall for you and I hate you for making me jealous when you're fucking close with "her". As long as you're happy, I'm happy too. I'm doing this for the sake of your happiness, not because I wanna hurt myself. You're an awesome guy that I'm ain't gonna forget. Thanks for the bittersweets. I just need time, I don't need your company for now. Just leave and don't bother me. And, I'm trying to love you 9 January hero. :P First day of school is a totally fatigue day for me. I've just came back from my outpatient check-up at NUH just now. Precious girlfriend and daddy accompanied me there, I love you people from the bottom of my heart. I already got the letter to officially quit Softball and I hope it's acceptable. There's only a few lessons for today, and I hate my new timetable.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's gonna be Math for the first two periods of tomorrow, I mean like what the hell? And, I realized my handwriting sucks big time after a long time since I've wrote down in a piece of paper. I should start to work on my writing skills. Okay, I know that's the most pathetic thing that a person would do. So after the outpatient check-up, got ten bucks from daddy as he ask me to treat Natasha to eat. We decided to keep the money for tomorrow. Went to library to pay my fines which only cost sixty cents. Borrowed a few books and off to Mini Toons and accompanied Natasha to buy her friend a present. Cookie monster is the sex baybay. ^^ Bought marshmallows and some other sweets from Mini Toons, my treat. Back home and I feel like sleeping now. &lt;b&gt;Most&lt;/b&gt; of the secondary one students this year in my school is like oh-so-kental, no offence though. I didn't say all, get your language right. Am excited to wear my new school bag, same with Natasha but different colours. Oh damn, blisters! :C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assamualaikum!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5253265113617541490-3275668482532696241?l=thypromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Fag you haters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She’s got an annoying voice. What is it with the Disney Channel and breeding stupid teeny bopper children with annoying voices? Have you ever heard the whiny noise a cat makes after you’ve accidentally stepped on it, or run it over in your Hummer? That’s exactly how Miley Cyrus sounds – only she manages to make that sound for a good 30 minutes straight in any one of her episodes of Hannah Montana. And you people thought Fran Drescher had an annoying voice in The Nanny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her dad is Billy Ray Cyrus. Do I really need to explain this one? Her dad is a red neck inbred hillbilly who can be often heard wishing he had his 90s mullet again. Well I have a wish too Billy, I wish you would just fucking die in a plane crash with the rest of your annoying inbred family so the Cyrus bloodline is completely erased from existence. Well the ones that are annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her fans are idiots who fail at English. Miley Cyrus’s popularity is responsible for a huge increase in the number of idiots who fail at basic English. This is because Miley Cyrus makes it seem as though talking ‘like dis sooo coool coz i cnt b btherd 2 lrn propa englsh’ is acceptable. Miley Cyrus is the Lil’ Wayne of the Pop genre, and it’s disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She has multiple personalities and suffers from severe delusions. Much like a mentally disturbed serial killer in a mental hospital who one day thinks he is Jesus and other days thinks he is himself, Miley Cyrus displays the same traits. In her TV show and real life I’m sure she puts on a wig and becomes Hannah Montana and thinks that nobody can notice it’s her. Apparently her friends don’t even realise it’s her, now that’s pretty delusional to think putting on a wig and some make-up makes you a completely different and unrecognisable person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her face is on everything. I’m not kidding. You can’t walk into a store without seeing her slutty mug plastered on some cheap merchandise with a not so cheap price tag attached to it. Walk into a toy store and there’s so much merchandise she pretty much has her own aisle. Walk into a pharmacy and I’m sure she has her own merchandise there too. The Miley Cyrus Contraceptive, Miley Cyrus Lubricant, Miley Cyrus Anal Repositories and cream, Miley Cyrus Condom’s and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She likes Nickelback. Anyone who likes Nickelback deserves to be beaten with a 2×4 covered in Swine Flu, put into a sack full of feral cats and then thrown into the ocean. Miley Cyrus should be no exception, and with a little luck she might be allergic to cats and die from an allergic reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She’s a slut. It’s very strange for a teen child celebrity to turn into a slut so early on in their career. It took a few years for Lindsay Lohan and Britney Spears to turn into drugged up sluts, Miley Cyrus seems to have beaten them to the punch. With a boyfriend that is old enough to be her big brother, she’s sending the wrong message to kids. Now the song ‘Who Let The Dogs Out’ by the Baha Men suddenly seems relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She can’t act. Not that I am saying that anyone else on the Disney Channel can act any better, Miley Cyrus has no talent whatsoever. I guess it’s good in a way because it sends a positive message to her viewers “even if you can’t sing, have an annoying voice and accent, and look slutty – you too can be a Disney Channel celebrity when you grow up at the age of 14.” It’s like throwing Christopher Reeves into a swimming pool and watching him try and swim. It’s tragic, but you just can’t look away until it’s over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She thinks people actually like her. Miley Cyrus thinks she’s so popular and famous that Radiohead would want to meet her, wrong. Once again this backs up the delusion disorder argument, there’s something wrong with that girls head. I guess it’s not all her fault, when you have a father who thinks he is liked or was liked, there’s not much to work with. It’s a common fact when her fans all hit the age of 16 and start doing drugs and going to parties, they’ll get over Miley. And then she’ll end up in an alleyway trying to sell signed autographs of herself whilst freebasing heroin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is responsible for the white trash revolution. By this I mean she gives a false sense of hope to hillbilly teenage girls in trailer parks causing them to undertake acting careers and making Hollywood seem like even more of a joke. “If that Miley girl can be a famous person and makes lots of money to buy diapers, maybe I should too y’all!” Thanks to Miley, expect to see a whole lot more Miley clones coming to a Disney Channel near you sometime soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assalamualaikum!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5253265113617541490-7127554691720683586?l=thypromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've pen down my New Year's resolutions for this year and will do whatever it takes to fulfill each and every of them. Haha! I sound so serious huh. I spent part of my time of yesterday and today with Natasha and her family. Basically, the four of us went to watch the fireworks at Marina Steps. Thank you for inviting me to join you all to watch the fireworks together, am so grateful to have you as a best friend. I thought I will be rotting at home and ain't gonna celebrate it outside. But, Natasha told me that her parents ask me to join with them. So, why not? Oh ya, it was a very last minute plan. We planned it at around seven in the evening you know. I got dressed up and they went to pick me up at my void-deck at eight plus. Make our way to the car park which is nearest with the Singapore Flyer. We waited for a few minutes to get into the car park because it was full. Took pictures while heading to Marina Steps. We were quite early actually. We then decided to go the one near Esplanade but then when we reached, we went back to Marina Steps. There were a lot of people pushing us. -.-"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Natasha's parents sat there, we went to catch the performances by the magician. I find it cool though. After the magician is done, people from every races came and dance in the middle and more people were joining in. I felt as though my heart is popping out because of the beat. We party like there's no tomorrow. A few seconds to 2010, we were like screaming and counting down. The fireworks were beautiful, I swear. Headed back to the parking lot, and there was a dreadful jam. People were pissed off but me and Natasha played games and made noise inside the car. We played, vampire, chopstick and another game which I don't know the game's name. Laughed till my cheeks are pain. After breaking through the dreadful jam, went to fetched Natasha's brother, his girlfriend and his friend around Bugis area. Sent his girlfriend home and then headed to my house. It was the best New Year I've ever spent with anyone. I had a wonderful time with her family. Going to aunt's house at Hougang later and then off to Orchard to eat my favourite ayam penyet. Three more days to school, excited plus nervous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Assalamualaikum!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5253265113617541490-305442910376701325?l=thypromises.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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