My day started with Arab and Tauhid Papers on my small little table that I wasn't able to sleep on. Yes, had Madrasah Exams today and it was just annoying. The whole Madrasah had to be in one big class and I noticed that there are a lot of different types of people in this one madrasah. Different types of cliques and everything. And the girls talk to the guys... The guys talk to the girls and people in the madrasah get along quite well and that's just awesome.

Okay, so this guy named Shyami added me on Facebook and I thought that he was my friend. So i told him to add me online and just as we were talking online, something in me told me to make sure that it was the right person that I was talking to and so,


QAZIMAH ; WE MAKE THE CITY STREETS OUR RUNWAY says (2:34 PM):
Wait, you're my friend, Syahmi kan?
QAZIMAH ; WE MAKE THE CITY STREETS OUR RUNWAY says (2:34 PM):
Sorry. Tgh confused.
QAZIMAH ; WE MAKE THE CITY STREETS OUR RUNWAY says (2:34 PM):
HAHA.
SYAAAAAHMI WHAAAAT ? (hawt) says (2:35 PM):
haha i think you got the wrong person
SYAAAAAHMI WHAAAAT ? (hawt) says (2:35 PM):
HAHAHA
SYAAAAAHMI WHAAAAT ? (hawt) says (2:38 PM):
wait you are the girl from pasir ris right ?
QAZIMAH ; WE MAKE THE CITY STREETS OUR RUNWAY says (2:38 PM):
no!
QAZIMAH ; WE MAKE THE CITY STREETS OUR RUNWAY says (2:38 PM):
Now, you got the wrong person!
SYAAAAAHMI WHAAAAT ? (hawt) says (2:39 PM):
OUH SHIT
QAZIMAH ; WE MAKE THE CITY STREETS OUR RUNWAY says (2:39 PM):
HAHAHAHA.
SYAAAAAHMI WHAAAAT ? (hawt) says (2:39 PM):
hahahahahahahha.