boring...

I seriously don't know what to blog about except for rehearsals...
So on sunday, we had another rehearsal... We did quite a lot more and it was difficult for kak faizah to continue cos there was 3 people missing. In the end she was like 'whatever... we just put them somewhere'. We practiced and yeah, the abangs and kakaks were there... embarassing.. And we choreo another 3 sets of 8, got another formation right and just practiced within 2 hours or so...
Then, went to macs again... Feena and I wore selendang after the rehearsal. We changed out of our tshirt and long pants.. Feena decided to wear selendang cos she said her hair was in ruin and me cos I usually go out with selendang unless i'm going to somewhere where selendang will be a hazard like outdoor activities etc. The guys were kinda shock cos it was the first time they saw us in selendang... So went to macs. Fird, Feena and Lena got balloons and Feena and Lena started corrupting their minds. Miza ate with us but left earlier to meet her friend. And Fird and Omar went home by bus then train i think. Feena, Lena, Khai and I went back by 963. But Khai and I alighted first cos I wanted to go to masjid to solat maghrib or I'll miss it cos after that I have piano lesson and there isn't time for me to go home... I don't even wanna go home... Except for my room, my home is more like a house...
Then Khai and I walked to masjid al-Iman. I thought he left already cos I didn't see him after I finished solat. So, I left masjid first. Then Khai serbu me from behind. Apparently, he waited for me... he solat sekali... and when he didn't see me coming down from dewan perempuan he wanted to sms me... that's when he saw me walking out of the masjid. Then he showed me how to go home but i went for piano lessons and then he went the other way to his home. And he burst Fird's balloon...
Then piano... it was ok... I didn't even practiced... exam is this coming tuesday... yeah... get to skip half of school...
I feel dead now... cos they killed my joy and I can't be bothered to layan anyone now... Waiting for them to get the picture... man they're slow... unless my hints are that not obvious. Hell, i'm tired of waiting... i'll just follow my mum's advice and find something else to fill up my time and loneliness..
the song gallery by mario vazquez is nice.. should listen to it and read the lyrics too...
yesterday, my dad was like 'why are you so happy?' i was like 'huh?' cos i felt neutral... he was like 'usually when you get home, you're always so tired and moody. then now you're like not tired at all'. i guess he's quite right. haha... even my aunt commented that i look so moody and tired. but that day.. adalah.. haha... and today i'm back to my moody and tired self... hope music will revive me. i can't live without my mp3.