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Because It Is What I Want

And not what I need.

So yesterday I asked Best friend why I kept wishing for the same thing, and never gets it. Aku tak wish main main, dua tahun aku wish benda sama. Best friend cakap, sebab tu apa kau nak, bukan apa kau perlukan. Betul jugak benda tu. Tapi semalam lepas bersedih dengan hakikat Tuhan mungkin takkan bagi apa yang aku wish tu, benda lain pulak datang. Similar to my wish, only better. Let's just say sepanjang malam aku senyum bahagia lalala.

Tapi pagi ni hari agak kelakar. Semalam tidur pukul 5 pagi buat presentation (okay classmates, saya buat kerja last minutes. Nyehehe jangan bagitahu lecturer :P). Lepas tu bangun pukul 8 pagi, makan sebiji cekodok yang eja buat, masuk bilik dan sambung tidur. Lepas tu bangun balik 15 minit selepas itu sebab kelas pukul 8.30. Tengok tengok kat dalam mulut masih ada cebisan cekodok haha gila selekehkan makan lepas tu tidur lepas tu sambung makan hahahaha. Lepas tu saya pun mandi dan gosok baju. Jam menunjukkan pukul 8.30 pagi. Duduk dekat ruang tamu, sambung makan cekodok. Dengan gembiranya saya escape kelas. Dan sekarang masih tak faham apa motif tak pergi kelas sebab kau bukan buat apa pun kat rumah.

Bila baca balik tak kelakar pun perenggan atas tu, tapi korang mesti faham ya. Blog ni tak bernama Crapola tanpa sebab. Dan saya memang suka hyperbole so sendiri fahamlah. Oh Oh! Next week kitorang akan berlakon cerita Rumpelstiltskin dan teka apa watak saya. Teka cepattt!!!

Saya, Hawa Nur Faiza, memegang watak sebagai Baby yang Rumpelstiltskin nak curi tu! Hahaha cukup comel omel omel tak? Nyehehe lempang diri sendiri sekarang :P Terima kasih kepada lecturer yang nampak sifat Baby dalam diri saya hahahahahahahaha lempang diri sendiri lagi sekali.

Okaylah kawan kawan. By the way, nanti saya akan handle aktiviti story telling untuk budak budak. Ada cadangan tak cerita apa yang besh besh HAHAHAHA minum Mocha pearl tea ke apa benda ntah tu buat saya high nyehehehe okay bye.

I shall write a love story later. Writing a love story makes me sane. Eceh apa kena mengena entah. -_-" Mungkin patut cerita pasal kisah cinta jarak jauh fulamakatak okay I should really go now. Bye!

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