Friday, April 22, 2005
Sports' Day was cock.
Of coz it is. Haha. Came uber late.
Den Mr Pay so stoooooopid Sports' Day late oso consider detention. Stooopid sia. Like I got nothing else better to do. I am so sorry, abang. Haha. Da bus fault ah!
Ok ok.. it was entirely my fault. Yarh. Serious. If I never carry on my sleep at 0530 we would never be late rite.
Got scolded by father. Wah kao, he nag like my mother sia.
haha. oh well... if i am a mother maybe i'll be like them. Haiyah cannot complain wat.. They are concerned.
I am their LAST child after all. Cannot blaim them entirely.
I have a part to play. Being the last child is a bless. I get to see the world a lot later, when the world is evolving slowly into a better future. Heng I was never born in those Adolf Hitler and dat Maria Hertogh time... haiyoh can nightmare sia. Thank You the Almighty. But right now the most fearful thing I can think of is for THAT DAY to come, which no one knows when. Have to be prepared, but I dun see lotsa teenagers being prepared. They are becoming stoooopidier and stoooopidier.
Loitering, havocing, wat else, tattooing, erm, all those illegal stuff dat is prohibited by the laws of my Islamic religion.
Haiyoh. Mebbe before thinking bout them, should think bout myself first. Am I walking towards the right path?
Am I being what I am supposed to be?
Am I?
I think A bit a bit ah... sometimes not. And I need to change that.
wait i see my mom off first...
"ok back"
wah it's so dark... later got tuition.. i hope it won't rain at that time.
Sharifah Aini on TV. haha.. she is so fake. but so daring to potray herself on the TV.
haha big boobs woah... how can ppl live with big stuff..hahaha u muz be laughin and frowning rite now, fatin
hahaha
eh that's the truth wat.. sometimes i wonder. Ppl who have "babats" all over the place, dare to wear something so body fitting and all... aren't they even ashame?
i wuld rather be flat.. haha.. not that flat ah... later ppl mistake me for a guy, mampos seh...
sian ah, why am i even talking bout this... if publish this i wonder wat ppl who are even reading my blog would be thinking bout me..
" She sick or wat?"
hahaha.. alah dats how i talk with my frenz oso wat...
so for me... how i blog is exactly how i talk...
there's this article bout Blogging not showing the real persona of the writer. Hmm.. that person so hypocrite. So far, all my frens' blogs are all them, i notice... maybe some wen to overboard with their chymz english. haha which is fascinating i must say.... den i can make my own notes to my english vocab.. and ENHANCE my knowledge.. haha
wat the foook am I typiin...
harlemakz... how can i pass my english at this rate.
the way she moves she's like a belly dancer--- *
==Psyched I joke I joke I kid I kid==
5:53 PM
