Hi!!! Just feel like blogging. Hehehh. Anyway, I've mugged a little bit of biology, a lot of physics, practised a couple of logarithm sums and I'm nearly done with Tabitha's present!

Lina was doing her art. She got fed up, tore it, scrumpled it and threw it out the window. At least she tried to. It was an A3 paper, so she had to squeeze it through the window ermm grills? Haha yeahh.

"Oeik. Are you nuts?!!! You can never get it through the window. It's too big. And it's ridiculous to throw that." So I advised her, "You tear that paper into tiny pieces. And then you throw it out the window. Easier, right? Dumbass."

I was on the phone with sriee. She asked me about some biology stuff.. I seriously have no clue what she was talking about.... I teased her to call up ____ and asked him instead...

"Don't want la. He's too cute. I shy around cute people.."
"Don't liee.. then how come you're not shy around me?" *wink wink*

Ashraf's parents came over today. They are a bunch of weird people...... They drop by too much. It's not that I mind. Hahaha. I love them. They're crazy. Aight. One minute I said they're weird, the next I'm saying I love them...

I was in the room the whole evening... Then Aunt peeped in, and said she bought some roti prata and asked if I wanted some. I declined. I was famished. But I've got a test tomorrow.. Aunt kept insisting I'm on a diet... She was getting on my nerves (: So in the end, I ate.

I was in the kitchen, stuffing my mouth. I ate like a pig. I guess I was seriously hungry. Hahaha. I tore the prata, .. drowned it in curry, ... shoved it into my mouth. Oohh I hate to see me eat. Hahaha.

I turned my head, and noticed uncle looking at me.

Ahhh. So embarrassing. I had half of the prata dangling from my mouth. I pushed it in with my fingers. I chewed slowly and swallowed hard. Ow. Uncle smiled. But it was more of a smirk. I know what he was thinking: "Haper nyer anak dara? Makan cam tu.. Hehe." But instead he complimented how slim I am.

Okayyyy. I lost my appetite (:

Aunt said I've grown taller. She asked what I want to be when I grow up. "A writer slash journalist slash newspaper columnist slash gareth gates' wifey." Hehehhe... Aunt suggested modeling.

I felt the digested prata in my system did a little weird dance of some sort. "I'm short. How can i model???!" And I was like looking at mom, clearly terrified. Mom wasn't helping at all. Because she was laughing away..... What gives?

After they left, I confronted mom. "What have you been telling them!? Why are they so weird to me just now? You guys talked about meeeee!!!!!"

My 'tok was going, shhhhh because he was watching Senario and I was screaming like a crazy kid. .. Mom said something but I didn't quite catch because my attention shifted to Senario on television. Then she got to the kitchenn, where she helped herself with the leftover prata.

Mom's unbelievable. Oh! My sisters and I can't wait for mother's day!!!!! *smiles* Hehhe. It's getting late now. Ohhh. Good night you all.