Sunday, April 12, 2009
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HELLO REAAADAS.
im fugging bored. SO ADD ME UP AND QUICKLY TALK TO ME BEFORE I GO TO THA MOSQUE TO-DAY (: bahahaaaa. okay, so lets see.
the most top was the TODAY CRAP PICTURES. followed by yesterday in my room, then out with my girlfriends. boohoo, my new fringe and hair sucks big time and i look like a IBAN. you know what's that? no you dont. so go google it out.
today morning, woke up at 10.45 had Rotay Johnnay for breakfast. Blurghs, then took a shower. and i find it so goddamn easy to wash my hair now that its goddamn short and i dont need to spend fuggin minutes combing it. Oh oh, so then i went off to my religious class, wearing my gold-sneakers top, skinny jeans and my lame old maroon coloured bag. Hyeah, met up with my friends then i changed to uniform and went to class.
and after 15minutes of lesson, goddamn guy vomitted on the floor, CARPET FLOOR. oh gosh, and there was this old really old, and low language communication sort of person, was sad and had to clean up the big mess the guy made ): i pitied her. PLUS the vomit was all SPAG. (spaghetti.) and it was a bright orange-pale orange. with either bits of chicken or pasta. HAHAHAHHAHA. it smelled so foul i wished i had brought my adidas fruity spray deodorant. yeah, then had fun all the way, discussing stuff and watching a vid blahblahblahblah. then went home. and right just now i ended eating my lunch, and you know what?
I CHOKED ON A FISH BONE WHILE I WAS VIDEO-CALLING MARIE. HAHAHAHAHHAHA. thank god my brother have already confiscated the webcam so it wont be possible for marie to laugh shits at me. stupid, i was chocking/coughing madly while typing for help to marie. and to make matters worst, my mum just came in put my clothes and said, "BILIK BAU MACAM KETIAK. BUSUK, KOTOR...blahblahblahblah." HAHAHAHA. the smell, i blame my brothers for. since both my brothers nowadays are like hanging out in my room, what a drag.
so, im going off to mosque later on :D
and im forced to study alone at one corner. huhu.
6.17 pm (:
im fugging bored. SO ADD ME UP AND QUICKLY TALK TO ME BEFORE I GO TO THA MOSQUE TO-DAY (: bahahaaaa. okay, so lets see.
the most top was the TODAY CRAP PICTURES. followed by yesterday in my room, then out with my girlfriends. boohoo, my new fringe and hair sucks big time and i look like a IBAN. you know what's that? no you dont. so go google it out.
today morning, woke up at 10.45 had Rotay Johnnay for breakfast. Blurghs, then took a shower. and i find it so goddamn easy to wash my hair now that its goddamn short and i dont need to spend fuggin minutes combing it. Oh oh, so then i went off to my religious class, wearing my gold-sneakers top, skinny jeans and my lame old maroon coloured bag. Hyeah, met up with my friends then i changed to uniform and went to class.
and after 15minutes of lesson, goddamn guy vomitted on the floor, CARPET FLOOR. oh gosh, and there was this old really old, and low language communication sort of person, was sad and had to clean up the big mess the guy made ): i pitied her. PLUS the vomit was all SPAG. (spaghetti.) and it was a bright orange-pale orange. with either bits of chicken or pasta. HAHAHAHHAHA. it smelled so foul i wished i had brought my adidas fruity spray deodorant. yeah, then had fun all the way, discussing stuff and watching a vid blahblahblahblah. then went home. and right just now i ended eating my lunch, and you know what?
I CHOKED ON A FISH BONE WHILE I WAS VIDEO-CALLING MARIE. HAHAHAHAHHAHA. thank god my brother have already confiscated the webcam so it wont be possible for marie to laugh shits at me. stupid, i was chocking/coughing madly while typing for help to marie. and to make matters worst, my mum just came in put my clothes and said, "BILIK BAU MACAM KETIAK. BUSUK, KOTOR...blahblahblahblah." HAHAHAHA. the smell, i blame my brothers for. since both my brothers nowadays are like hanging out in my room, what a drag.
so, im going off to mosque later on :D
and im forced to study alone at one corner. huhu.
6.17 pm (:
Damn regret - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus