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i know its been a looong time...to be honest i had completely forgotten bout it. but when boredem strikes you start to find the most absurd things to be entertaining. like studyin! whoever knew wracking your brains over a question could be soo exhilirating, but its starts to become frustrating to the point where you feel like slamming the book shut and throwing it against the wall. sadly it cant be done during exam...*off goes to imagine the scene* ohhh my maths paper hits mariama right on the face...! *_*

well the thought of blogging just hit me randomly. so this would be my first post of the year!

my year started off with whipped cream stuffed up my nose by 2 handsomely giagantic men...yes MEN. one guy even has a kid. haha then came up the flair fusion, and i must say the crowd was heavier than last year or was it just the stalls taking up more space making the crowd seem bigger? well my lucky ticket was called out on stage, i cant believe i just read it once and had it memorized. 2558. haha still remember it, how can i forget? when my ticket was called out the number sounded familiar, and i did say that i think thats my ticket but there was just one prob, i was on the other side of the field and by the time i reached it was already too late...its just one of those things that you nearly miss it. and that was the day when i was first hit by random guys...hmm, wierd and annoying experience hehe well atleast i wasnt alone, just the thought of someone whom you know standing next to you but whose mute during the action is enough to give strength.

then came the lunch, i knew it was the season of catching colds, i was suffering the earlier symptoms of it, and took it to a whole new level on that day. its strange how each individual's body reacts slightly different when straining their body. haha i cheered and screamed for all my friends who went up on the stage to perform, everyone was amazing, the atmosphere just bedazzling, and you keep on wishing to yourself that this day would never end. the frenzy inside the labs and backstage. One of the highlights of that day was mr. neville sherman turning bright red when asked to come up stage and dance, ahh even though it was dark i could clearly see those cheeks turning crimson.

then came the lunch, the food uh not soo great but a wonderful opportunity to take pics with friends and teachers. and it was during the lunch i realized the my voice, was toning down. its almost impossible for a girl to make a guyish voice, so sorry czarina when i just wasn't able to believe that your soft whispy high pitched voice was just occuring naturally...now when i compare it with my case, yah its pretty much possible. strange how everyone reacts differently

the after party was wonderful, cruising off to jumeirah and standing out with heads tilting as we strolled by...

tomorow is the sports day, im looking foward to some sweat and an awful lotta cheering...most of my friends are participating in the march pass mainly to skip classes, would you believe if i told that only 5 girls were left in our class? i was too there in the march pass initially but it was just too much for me during the practice...plus 10 dhs for a cap and white gloves, aint walking like a jackass infront of friends and sweating like pigs a price high enough to be paid?

haha all those not participating were asked to go to back to class, but what can i say there was nothing to look forward in class, so i just strolled around the school, watched the practice, hoping none of those inquisitive nosy teachers would notice me...all in all it was a success bunking first 5 periods of tuesday. i even asked some random girls to let me try hopscotch, wished good luck to a bunch of 7 and 8 snotty brats in bunking classes, i couldn't care less, with badge or without badge none of it really mattered...plus i never knew that our school cupboards were in such a bad shape that they could be opened with any key, hehe

this month had seemed to be filled with soo many events that the atmosphere was just so festive and cheerful, makes it really sad to know that all good things must come to an end, and the seriousness of studies might actually sink into the skin,

but all is not lost theres still the actual graduation to look forward too, i say that in a vague accent of irony