"a brother who seldom go home or shld i say being seen at home.
seen at home sleeping or facing the comp.
do you think hes the place for problems? hes the place for trouble.
he's nt the type hu find fault with me n stuff. he just keep things to himself.
the only time he speak up is when he's hungry. i myself seldom hear his voice.
wtf keh wtf.
a sister hu has a boyfriend to worry about rite now.
& spend most of her time with him
OR sleeeeep . there she goes again. oke la shes nt that baddd afterall.
my maid is irritating me day by day. by talking ALOT like the radiogram."

HAHAHAHA!

i feel like slapping jaja's face, seriously. she's so funny lah this chibai. when i read my sister's blog, i couldn't help wanting to laugh out loud and roll myself silly on the floor. okay, i agree with the last part though. my MAID IS THE MOST IRRITATING PERSON ON EARTH. i wonder where she got all that energy to talk so much from, i mean with all those chores that need to be done, she can talk non-stop mcm non-stop hits! aku tak boleh angkat! come on jaja, cheer up. i'm always here for you, those boyfriend-less, sleepless nights where i've been tolerating your bullshit could be taken into account atleast. *smothers jaja with honey milk* yuck.

i lost the bet with fee-dee so he got to pick where to eat for dinner last night. on me. i choose to believe it was some sort of a belated twenty-second birthday treat, though. he's so old lah this pakcik. go get yourself a girlfriend please? i know we are both good at one thing (nyahahaha!) but i think it's time for you to settle down with someone right. she doesn't have to be nice, just single. when i woke up this morning i found my cupboard being forced-open and my sister managed to pry herself through just to get my old diary back. 2003 felt like yesterday and i missed it so much. my past is nothing to be proud of really. but it contained many memories like the list of stupid boys i use to kiss and pictures of colours of loyang and a sketch i did of jaja and other nonsense like postcards. AND HIP HOP LYRICS AND RHYMES I USE TO SCRIBBLE DURING CLASS. siak ah. what was i thinking?!


















he sent me to work after that and afiq kept rapping my rhymes in the office. i wrote shitty lyrics and still had the cheek to call myself the Lyrical Mastery. then he rambled on and on about rap music and panama and eloping to third world countries. surprisingly there weren't much queue calls last night so the four of us (heiqal and hani were on shift too) had so many self-issued breaks to ourselves. i screwed up my first order because the computer fucked up and for that i think yana is pissed at me or something. female shift leaders at my workplace are aliens, they don't talk to people. so one kind one. and writing Good Neighbour Day postcards is such a cheesy affair, i can die from all that sugar.

13th november is Good Neighbour Day, so go on and write a postcard to your neighbours saying how much you love them.

i cannot wait for first december. it will be the healthiest week ever. hehee.



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