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Saturday, June 02, 2007

Dust to flames

Been having frequent outings lately. Have yet to start myself going for some proper mugging, damn. But I'm having a break now, from researching for this gp essay. Go figure- smoking & youth; how cliche.

Witnessing aunt in the unruly, sorry state yesterday made me realise how thankful & fortunate I should be feeling to God right now to have been awarded to live a life as good as this. To see her cry & cuss faith for the condition she's in now is totally opressing, and thankfully, I managed to contrain those tears from coming out ('cause I know it won't help). If that blood test I had in the recents hurt that much, what more a (and more) dialysis? Get well soon, love, and be strong.


Met raisah, afrizal & the boy( most importantly) lately. I was shy, wasn't I? Okay, but I must admit that that moment was truly alluring, too captivating. (: hawanbefewajdhnajsdjash (like okay, that's my definition of mushy- hahahahaha mushy's so not me! can someone teach me how to be romantic?)
p.s: dan was talking to manpreet while we took this pic


Suddenly, I remembered ili & aisyah yearning to visit the gym one of these days for some abs-perfecting. Come, let's! My weight's already reaching close to a what you call dire distress already: FREAKING 48 KILOS WORTH! I'm like as heavy as my mom la (NO!). And worst, i'm on a total sugar rush now and this has gotta stop, diana, you! Zomg zomg ZOMG

I'm brooding over my subject choices. Why did I ever choose geography & economics? I should've opted for literature and history rather. Fabulous. Oh, and I crashed into shahirah as well, and she was like "hey diana, maybe if you hate jc life so much, why not join poly? october intake!" Mhmm. Should I?

I'm missing my sevensome already!
Meet up sometime, honeys!

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Diana H.
Jan 8, 1990

xo,
Aisyah B.! Afiqah Eljay Dayana Friendster Halif Humairah! Liyana! Maizura Marsie Melly Mimi Myspace Natasha Shahirah Sofea! Suhaimi A.K! Syarafina Syazwana Zizie 7some!