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I love flowers. I love spontaneity, and pleasant surprises. I'm dainty and ambitious; really. I nurse others. There's more than meets the eye when it comes to me.

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N A D I A H
200788
ngee ann poly
school of health sciences
Children's Emergency, KKWCH

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Tuesday, November 08, 2005 10:10 pm
Kedekut.



Kedekut, Pengecut..

Fiq sent me home on his bike yesterday. It was part exciting, part arousing, part weird ride. Hahah.

Exciting cuz he rode so fast I thought I'd be blown of the seat and exciting also because I'm with him.

It was arousing (hahah) cuz of the vibration (hahah) and him sitting too close to me and adjusting my arms around him and.. err.. shall not disclose anymore of the arousing part. Hahah. Don't get so dirty-minded. Nothing dirty happened. I got off clean.

It was weird cuz he kept touching my hands and holding my little finger for a few seconds while driving, and then putting his hand back on the handle. I was like "What the hell do you want with my fingers?! Drive properly!". Hahah I didn't know what to do when he held it for that few seconds. Squeeze it back? Geez.. But it, I confess, quickened my heart rate. Then it was also weird cuz at this traffic light, we stopped and he turned his head to the side and kinda looked.. or stared.. at me for a few seconds without saying anything. And that few seconds is omg i can't believe how long it was. So I kinda frowned in confusion at him and said "What?!" He didn't say anything. I nearly wanted to nudge him. Hard. Or pinch him or something. It's frustrating! And in my head I was all "What does he want??" And THEN, there was this part at the traffic light when he turned to talk to me and he just, without my consent or without me knowing what was about to happen, he pushed my helmet visor up. I was like what the hell! Saja je.. He just pushed it up probably cuz he can't hear what I say or something. Should do that to him next time. See how he likes that. He's like one big mystery. He dropped me off at Whitesands cuz I needed to buy something. And a few minutes later messaged me. Blah, blah, blah and he hasn't replied since yesterday night.

Anyway, I love school. I love my lecturers. They're the best. And my friends. Laughed with them so hard I could die. Love it. Bruce Almighty and kedekut and stuff. Aiyoh.. Hahah. And 3 of my favourite lecturers know me. As in KNOW me. Never had teachers KNOW me before so it was nice.