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Sunday, October 30, 2005
EXAM MADRASAH ; 6:07 pm

Today's the last exam of madrasah. The Ryan's&Farhan's lookalike was also there when I was waiting for Bus no 31. And if that's not enough, we went home at the same time.

All rite, now back to the exam. The exam location was at the Conference Room. I didn't know that until I was told by one of the teachers when he saw me heading towards the outside classes. Man..

Hmm... during the exam, the tall Sec 1 boy was kind of noisy. He distracted the other boys around him by speaking too loud and frankly, noticing his funny reactions brought smile to me & my frens. Ha-ha..


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