hiiiii!!!
nupp.
no red spots.
nuh uh.
tho ytd i felt feverish.
and felt a lil pukey in the bus
on the way hme frm nana's hse.
or mayb tat was cuz
i was practically surrounded
by these grp of indian ns guys :|
smelly, sweaaaaty ns guys.
they smelt like
my sister after her ncc camp;
including the boots and the socks,
and the sweaty shirts
and prollie the same
3 days in a row undergarments.
x 100 000 000 000
and the '0' goes on.
pity my nenek,
the one who washes em.
okie la.
exaggerating.
but reeli,
the smell taklehh tahan.
i was gasping for air.
u noe tis emergency thingie
which opens the
emergency window?
well yeh.
i felt like opening it,
and sticking my head out of it.
or better,
jump out.
ehh no.
why shld i?
i shld carry them one by one,
and threw them out.
.. nahhhh.
jump out is the best option.
cuz i aint touchinng them.

lalalala.
so lame, lela.
(:
i like lame!
lame is gooood!
hahhaha.
-sings the tune to Fame.
laaame!
im gonna crapp forever!
im gonna learn to b laaame!
whoOtz!

whaaard?!
dun look at me like tat?
sheesh.
blame iskandar.
tat chickeen dodol.
he did tis to me!!
-breaks down and cries.
i said stop looking at me like tat!
-aims gun.
-pulls trigger.

omg.
lmao!
okie.

hiii (:
wad happened ytd?
u guys thot ive got
chicky poxies [?!?!]?
no laa.
im as fit as a fiddle.
darnn.
i wanna get
chicky poxies.
so i can escape
supp classes
on the first week
of the hols.
hehhehe.
darn it.
shaaafiq!
im coming over ur hse now!
gonna spend a night
in ur germy room.
on ur filthy germy bed,
my head on ur gross pillow,
under ur dunno-how-to-describe blankie.
hahha
hah kau.

i keep gettin out
of track here.
one min talkin abt
the cerulean blue skyy,
the the next,
im cluckinn abt woodwork.
lol get it?
cluckking???
chicken?
cluck?
wwhahHAhahha!!
(tat was just an example,
the woodwork stuff and all.)

so went to nana's hse
to crap (:
ehheh.
so funnnn.
b4 tat, skool was
r u b b i s h .
post exam stuffs
sucks.
(:
sriee and i
were like,
sitting one corner and
planning on how to escape skool
in one piece.
one of it:
watched the soccer ppl,
but instead of near the field,
we watched them
all the wayyy
frm the last tree
very very near the gate...
-smirkkk.
so whns no one was looking,
escaaaape!
mwahhhaha.
lame ar.
lols.
but i like lame!!
lame is goood!!
-sings again.
laaame!
im gonna crap forever!
im gonna learn to b laaaame!

got back papers.
((((:

todaayyyy.
ermmm.
rabak
with a 'z'.
rabakz.
but as long as
i haf sriee
and my other homies,
im cool.
hehhe.
hung out at da atrium
during recesss
wit ryan ong, cindy ang and co.
cindy sooo cute!!
lmao!!!
theodore was goin arnd,
sharing his coke with evryone.
but no one wanted tho.
except me :|
whad?
he offered it!
and u know i love to drink
esp sumone else's.
ehhhe.
oh wth.
so i bought a cup myself.
shared it wit sher,
who had like half of it.
pfft.
hahahha no la.

miss k wants us
to bring sumfink
which represents us.
huh.
right.
okie.
delfy?
stuff him in my bag.
wahh.
hahhaha.
cindy made a joke:
for sriee, she will bring
the map of sri lanka
and go like,
"bwahHAhhha!
tis is my laaand!"
and i was laughinnng shits.
reeeli dno wad to bringg.
hmmm
sebok ar miss k.
she warned us,
better not b absent tmr.
and sakura and i
were like,
arrghhh daaamn.
she looked like she
was abt to cryyyy!

had lunch wit sriee and sakura
after skooool.
hehehhe.
so funnn.
saw weijie at macs!
he rawqkz!
so cute, munz.
lols.
thn met up nana
[who skipped skool todaayyy
irggghhh!!! lols]
at northpoint
to do sum serious
businesss.
but irgggH!!!
had to fight the
'foot up her ass' urge,
which i haf been havingg very often,
esp whn nana's arnd.
lols.

aspho called,
and i put it on loudspeaker.
and her voice was like
so damn fucked loud.
evryone at the busstop
were like
looking at us and all.
nana had the phone,
and she was like
fiddle fiddle fiddle
tryna lower the volume
but ended up
making it higher instead
all this while aspho was
babble babble babbble
sumfink abt having lunch
but not knowing wherr
to have lunchh.
she sounded like an idiot.
hehhe.
idiot, i tell u.
lols no laaa.
LMAO!!!
felt bad after doing tat to her.
fortunately
after 2 secs,
i got over it.

met her and syid
at the food court.
hehh.
b4 tat,
nana and i
kjdhfsj hjsfh hsfs.
but thn whn we
djf haew hms erfsk,
tat blardy
kjfhsd jkjlfsj
shd ohfewnf jfdfiew!!
so both of us
kdf kjdfiw ndwif
esp me!!!
i kicked nana's ass.
it was fun (:
kicking ass part.
not the
ihfsd uwh
hfhdfhsf kdfjoiw
fuweu sjhd part.
haha yehhh.

damn.
just thinking of
this afternoon with them
makes me laugh (:

oh yehh.
thers tis new band
called 'Lost for Words'.
yehh, munz.
brilliant i tell u!
they dun sing, tho.
they dance (:
they moonwalk.
and they can reeli
reeli boogie their bootie.
uh huh uh huh.
aint kiddding.
iskandar's the manager
of the dance grp.
and assisting him is, well,
me.
(:
and thers tis movie featuring
those dancers.
director: iskandar.
o-producer: me.
make up artist: me.
and the co-director: me.
cameragirl: my mom.
i dno why.
iskandar's mom
is prollie busy (:
yehh.

"im a cool moonwalking freak chicken.....lolsss watch out world cause the chicken revolution is coming near u.....lolsss
[cancelled 'lolsss'
cuz it just make
the whole sentence
less professional
lolssss.]
long live,
chicken-who-moonwalks lovers.
.....
craaaaaap!
lols.
bbyee la.
XD