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I'm Syahirah but sometimes people acknowledge me as SuperNyonya. I love to crap and I hate people that type with shortforms or LiKe ThIs. In my opinion, people like this deserve a second chance and have a break with kit kat.
I hope that by now, you guys should know that I am random.
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009, 6:29 PM
School was a bit of a mess today. I felt so tired and ever so sleepy in class. And I swear, I am the type that you could hardly see so sleepy before. I am lacking of sleep I guess. WARNING!
It may be verbally disturbing. It may also bore you all. Make a wise choice. (--,)v
Band was once my passion before this time after the juniors took over. Seriously, I can see it going down since Sakthish and Indah took over. Yes, I once fought for Drum Major's post. But I never did thought of do it as a revenge or what not to see band going down like this. I swear upon god, I wanted the best for us. But you see, everything have changed. We are having major problems in band now. I, on the other hand, don't want to sound like some big fcuk motherfucker here. I know I have no stand to say a shit. But seriously, I can make the effort if I want to. But I choose not to. Seriously, I have no intention to not respect Jocelyn[BM]. Look at her, I didn't come for band, doesn't mean you could DRAG me to one side and start nagging. Did I mention, DURING SCHOOL HOUR? You said you respect me as someone older. What the heck was all that slapping and punching on my arm? So much of respect. Wait, though it doesn't hurt, but still? It doesn't gives you the right to lay your hands on me. Afterall, I'm the one who hold the shame, getting a younger kid to lay hands on me. Yet, I kept still. I did not intend to make you cry just now, seriously. You're so weak, you cried in front of someone you are DISAPPOINTED with. I could type all day if I'm writing about band seriously. And I'm doing it now. To my dearly section, I know I'm not there for you. I choose not to. I give up on you people alright. I am ashamed to say that I too, have been so weak, letting you kid juniors to disturb me emotionally. And seriously, I don't want to be in this shit anymore. It feels odd, though it feels good in a certain way, to be the oldest and the one that knows most. I just simply give up on band. Firstly, I feel that our conductor has been so bias as to choose only the chinese girl to be the leader. And risks the band's future. I am just writing what I thought. Okay, whatever it is, I am not being racist what not. I think your conductor is. And to Thomas, I am sorry if what you're reading may seem to be like bullshit to you. I don't wanna put our friendship at risk too. But if you really think that this is it, then be it. I'll stick to my mentality of band. And I'm going to think through. I don't want any leaders to come and console me or whatsoever. I don't need that. I love my percussion so much. But if being with y'all seems a problem then forget it. I won't let go of my memories in band. I love those times when SYF is drawing near, and we practiced our parts like some nerd freaks. I love those times during sectionals when we cracked a lot of jokes, and at the same time get ourself bonded. I miss those times I held my drumstick and hitting rhythm, that's when my thoughts and everything went away. I love it. I even forgot I am playing it. It feels so nice, it doesn't hurt my arms and hands. I don't feel tired of playing. Never. That's all. I think I shall stop before it bores the hell out of you. Byebye mates.
*Pikir masak masak.
Aku lovelovelove Aan Syonanto sososo muchmuchmuch! I'm just bored.=/