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Monday, April 26, 2010
Lots of stuff ah to say ah, bear ah with me ah.

(psssst....eyebrows alert. Muahahaha!)

There is just so much to blog about. My weekend was a fantastic one. Although there were many ups and downs, in the end, everything went smoothly. I enjoyed my weekend with my wonderful friends and of course, my bf. As mentioned in the previous posts, i was totally uncertain of how everything would turn out like and i was absolutely nervous about Wau Bulan's performance. Well, i have to admit. Things did get a bit out of hand. The weather was so hot that most of us got blisters under our foot and teamwork just wasn't there. But we still got compliments despite our lack of hard work. We will do much better in the next upcoming performance. I Am confident about it.
I assume things got out of hand was partly because the married couple was just so boastful and they met with an accident. My mama-o says if anything unexpected happened on your wedding day, most probably is because your marriage will be a lil disastrous or its because god is not happy with something. Those are the sort of signs that maybe god is trying to potray. Nevertheless, the wedding still carried on despite the number of mishaps.


After the tiring performance, my mama-o booked 2 lanes for us to bowl at bb home team academy. Gosh aren't we the most kecoh group that was bowling there. The noise level was intolerable but it was real fun. I can't bowl and no matter how hard i try to and even if bf tries to coach me, i am still a bad bowler. My mama-o was born a professional, god damnit. My brother even got a strike and my bf had 2 strikes in a row. So now, mama ijat and my mama-o knows each other. Okay best! It was my first experience going to bowling and definitely an unforgetable one. I had fun with everyone in Wau Bulan and i had a lovely dinner with my family later at night.

Wau Bulan has made me close to Nelly, knowing her more deeper. I am much happier because being close with her, even how sick and sad i may be, she will cheer you up for sure. There is no way you can never laugh to her jokes. She is one merry girl that you might want to be friends with till forever. On the other brighter side, Nasri managed to convinced his parents that he was not in kk and i am glad his mum approves of whatever he is doing and even saw the real truth with her own eyes. I am so happy for everyone.

To baba. So what if i am related to Hady Mirza. So what if i am related to Osman Jalaludin. So what if i am somehow related to that man on the Singapore note. I don't give a fuck. Don't tell me that it was rude of me not to attend some bitch wedding which was related to em' all. I don't give a fuck fuck. You should know why.... The reason is always mummy. She's thinks so highly of herself and rich people fake themselves to others. So what if we're the same standard? I am not as bossy as them fuck fuck fuck. Before you tell me how to respect your fucked up sister, teach her some fucking good manners and tell her to respect my mama-o then i will respect her. She's so proud that our family is related to mostly actors and singers. The thing is so what? I don't even want to see her presence. Moreover if i were to even see her, fuck yea im so gonna fuck her up down fuck.

So many people thinks im bossy. Like my bestg used to say, EXPENSIVE GIRL. Yeah i get that alot. But i don't boast nor do i roll eyes to anyone unless needed. I don't wear vans and go around walking like a hooligan thinking that " oooooooooo, my bf's a skater. yipee! " NOT. Its just me that i tend to brag and talk more than what im supposed too, at times. If i did roll my eyes to you, it means you are soooo my fucking enemy. Oh please la, i can afford 5 times the price of your vans and bag. Its just that i am not really picky about what i wear as long as i am happy and i don't ignore my friendssssss. I will choose to boast, to fuss around, to create trouble like who cares but i have to definitely disagree the fact that i am so not you. K bye budak V.I, you are not my match. I don't rely on bursaries nor salaries to get my stuff, i just need to get it from my baba-o like click click. so easy. I lead a happy life and i don't make use of friends. Only if needed. Nelly knows me more.

K, done with bitching.......next up, my day is school wassssssssssssss....zzzzzzzzz.
Nice weather to slack sleep laze doze off into a beautiful yet horrifying dream because i rushed through maths set a like fuck fuck fuck fuck yo today. Not forgetting, malay detention where i had to complete 3 letters within 3 hours. If its not for syai, making me laugh like a whore and ira whom is like 24 hours very very funny.....i wouldn't end up rushing through those letters. Everything was super uber hillarious today. I think im kinda stressed up. I need my sugar sugar lips.....tomorrow morning okay baby.

Its about time, good night.