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Name: Atika
Birthday: 4/7/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: i like myself a lot.
Expertise: sounding convincing in everything i say even when i have no idea what i am saying.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
8/26/2004
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| this is my last post here.
i have a different blog now. i don't know why.
http://curly-bermumble-bertumble.blogspot.com/
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| my brother asks, "why are u home?"
i said, " cos i got nowhere to go?"
then he goes, "go out with your friends la"
i said, " i don't have any!"
sob. none of them are home yet.
today i spent a few hours in klcc wandering around all alone. i had kuay teow in penang cafe on my own. it didn't help that before, i was treated to much injustice by the evil salespeople in burberry. i so wanted their beaton bag but because i asked a harmless question of "does this come in a different colour?" and i was then made to look like a fool by the salesperson for not knowing that it does not, in fact, come in a different colour, i decided i don't need their bag. i still love the bag; i just don't want to be contributing to their salary cos they sure as hell don't deserve it. excuse me for not memorizing your whole collection! and excuse me if i didn't walk in looking like LV threw up on me. i don't know why they have to be snobbish. it's stupid. it only makes people not want to buy their stuff. someone should tell them that sometimes, the ones who wear the rm30 bag can still afford to pay for their bags. it doesn't mean they work as cleaning ladies. it just means that the rm30 bag goes better with their carebear t-shirts. someone should also remind them that they are paid to serve anyone who walks through their door! so i decided i would only buy from the people who actually bothered to answer me when i asked "how much is this?". i should have gone back to burberry and shoved the paper bag at him and said, "surprise surprise, i do have money. there goes your commission!". u know, like how julia roberts did in pretty woman.
malaysian snobs. pfffffffffttt!!!
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| oh pffttt
i've been home 4 days and all i can about is how he's far away. i was not aware i liked him this much. i'm actually wishing we were in the library together, studying! pffttt.
PFFTTT.
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| Isn't amazing how the smallest things the boy you like do for you makes you so unbelievably happy? Yesterday he came back to the library after having walk to the other end of uni just to give me a copy of the journal he found that might be useful. Today he erm, guessed what my favourite cake was and got it right. Yes, that made me happy. So you can imagine what hell I'm going through right now. Not only is my last paper on the very last day you can possibly have exams on if you are a Melbourne Uni student, it is also the hardest subject yet.
Maybe tomorrow he'll guess what my favourite colour is...
Or better yet..ask me to lunch!
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| Stupid xanga ate my box again. I don't think I'm gonna bother putting another one in. No one really writes anything. It's mostly me talking to myself. Hahahaha. I sound like such a loser.
I am a loser actually. For now anyway. Exams. I now talk to my lecture notes. I eat most of my meals alone. I watch Friends dvds everyday. Don't I sound like a sad loser? I am. A sad loser with fabulous shoes.
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