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Monday, March 28, 2011

No Can Do's Ville Baby Doll. x)

Greetings, trings tings tings thinks things! So. Today was an exhausting day? Well kinda relaxing. Mmhhhm. I don't have an idea what to write for introduction but I don't want to go straight to the point. Oh yes, the title. Weheh, for How I Met Your Mother's watcher, oh yeah, the The Wedding Bride episode :p.

Okay! Let me tell you about today. Today was my very first day on duty. You know, as a librarian. xD I stayed back (idonthaveanyideawhatwordis), oh, it was relaxing at the library. :p I didn't know what to do so I arranged the books again and again and again like it was never arranged perfectly. I'd put the books at other place and all and sometimes I peeked some books. Since almost last two months I want to finish reading Almost Fifteen. *damn, I forgot the author's name. But... I was the librarian, I had to do my duty. Well, I did read some books. Knowledgeable books, actually. This one guy, I think I did ever in the same class with him named Azerul I think. I think we were in the same class when we were standard 4 but I didn't mention to him. :p He kept "bully" me. Haha, but thanks to him, at least I got something to do. Nothing to feel awkward. Only me and him was the form 2 who was on duty. :p Another 3 was an Indian form 5 student girl and another 2 guys, one of it was form 5, another, I wasn't sure. Form 3 or 5. I love library! The books but at school, not-so-many books. With the air-conditioner. :p Aaaand, um, you know, I felt like... responsible - kind of like that. From 2pm til 5pm! I had to take care of the library. All right.

First. There was a group of form 1 Indians. God, they were soooooo godawful noisy. The form 5 librarian tried to shut them up. I tried to shut them up slowly. God, I was such like a sister! I asked them to be quiet like they were my brothers! :p Hey, 1Malaysia, kay. They're Indians or Chinese, I don't care. And they shut up a bit. A bit.

Second. Girls student, maybe they are form 4, I think. They asked me about if they could borrow books. And gratefully I asked that to the form 5 Indian girl first. So I know what to answer. "Not yet."

Seriously. Since I was in kindergarten then primary school then now I'm a Second Form Secondary Student, I'm a librarian. I have an "extra" responsibilities beside being just an average student. Don't you know how... wow I mean, it's... different. It's.... change now. Maybe it sounds lame to you but... not for me. I was just an average girl. An ordinary girl who is not so smart and not stupid. The fun girl. And now... I'm a librarian. Okay, enough for that, Najla.

Oh, just now, I just deleted all of my messages! But sooooo bad I'd accidentally delete the Xiangjun's message! The 'who r u ah? the girl who like twilight punya ah?' DAAAAAAAMN! That's the best text! XIANGJUN! SEND THAT BACK! :p Well, I'd just... at least I finally throw my habit - love to keep text messages. I hate delete them. But. I'd delete them all. ALL BECAUSE OF THIS STUPID FULL MEMORY STUFFS. I got pissed so i just delete them all and I FORGOT ABOUT THE XIANGJUN'S TEXT! Ugh. Fine. Whatever. -,-


Oh oh, before I end my post, sincerely apologize for my terrible English again. I don't want you to annoy. Oh, wait! Not yet!

Today at school, Islamic Education subject, Ustazah picked me to read the prayer and everyone in the class had to say "Amin". Oh god, I planned this because I know Ustazah will picked everyone to read the prayer. I planned to make it differently - read Al-Fatihah first but my class! They said "Oi! Salah lah! Salah la!" UGH. Then I said the prayer so quickly and they only said the "Amin" once :p. Then Ustazah said "Salah. Tak pass. Baca balik." Alaaa. Orang baru nak baca Al-Fatihah dulu. Dorang ni. -,- So I just read the doa sebelum belajar. Haiyayoo. ==



OK. Sorry once again for terrible grammar. Bye.






Hayley Williams. :p

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