BUMPER issue

*this is the bumper issue. I crammed all posts from my Friendster blog into this one big post. Cant seem to handle two blogs at once so i've decided to only manage Blogspot (although i do love the present Friendster layout).Dont say u haven't been warned.*
~it goes from bottom to top. the latest one being the one on top and descending. happy boring yourself to death~

shooing the slithering “guest”
December 23rd, 2008

instead of freaking out like a total dickhead, i had the panic situation under control, (even if i do say so myself). i was a fighter, alright. human vs snake. i was thinking, what in the whole universe was the snake doing in my HOUSE??!! it’s not even cosy for a reptile! this happened a week ago, and i was heading to my parents’ bedroom to sleep. (it was 12.00 midnite.) and why did i want to sleep in my parents’ bedroom? cuz they weren’t home, and i was home alone with my granma, who’d been long asleep. she sleeps in the last bedroom near the kitchen, and our job was to keep each other company, so my mum let me sleep in her room since my room is upstairs, and it would be inconvenient to rush up and down the stairs if granma needs anything. i opened the door and something long and shiny caught my eye at the bottom hnge of the door. Oh sweet Lord, fancy having a baby snake in my house at this hour! my first reactions are increased heart pump and immediately broke into a grin. yep, i was more excited than scared! although,i figured that it might have been a different story altogether if it had been the mother or grandfather instead of the baby. but still, a snake is snake baby! and for a full 15 minutes, i just paced around the hall with my eyes on the poor little lost thing, and tried to find a way to get rid of it. I had a couple of options, the third one being ridiculous even for me. Option #1 : wake granma up. (wic is not a good idea, coz she’s even terrified by snakes than i do. i mean, she and mum are the worst when it comes to snakes. they cant even watch a documentary about it! so if i wake her up, i’d still end up being the one who protect her instead of the other way around.) Option #2 : Call my nextdoor neighbour who happens to be my aunt, and her son, mycousin. (wic might take some time and i have to go out alone in the middle of the night to wake them up, and maybe by the time they reached my house, the snake would have disappeared) Option #3 : Call the fire brigade. (surely it’s inappropriate to make such a havoc for something so small, right?) Option #4 : Oh, sod it! i’d rather do it myself! Yep. so that’s exactly what i did. I doubt that it’s a poisonous one, it looked so harmless. and cute. anyway, it’s the baby we’re talking about. those tiny fangs could not have been that harmful even if it’s poisonous. so i grabbed a fly swatter coz it’s the only tool i can find with slim long handle, then i found an umbrella, a plastic bag to shove the snake in, and when it didnt work out, i tried to persuade and lure it into a shoebox instead. it got in alright, but instantly, it jumped out and it kinda made my heart almost jump out of my chest since i had been inspecting it quite closely then. i panicked ( a bit, though) coz it’d be hard to catch it if it went behind the furnitures. it slithered pretty fast for a baby. i even thought of catching it with my own hands since using “tools” took much more time than it should have taken, but decided almost immediately that it might not be the best idea. it’s a long way from the room to the door, so i missed the lil guy a few times and he tried to slide away (sideways, of course) and i tossed it with the point of the umbrella until it flew out the door and landed just outside of the gate. he didnt move after that, coz he landed on rough cement, so i opened the gate, and shooed it onto the road until it disappeared in the bushes. god, it was past midnite and i was out alone! not a sound was heard and it kinda creeped me out although i had all possible lights on inside and out. i whispered to the lil thing, dont u ever come back. it’s a good thing i didnt kill u. yeah, i had no heart to do so. i feared that it might come back if i didnt kill him, but i’d rather face it a second time rather than kill it. i mean, it might have been as scared of me as i was of him.awww … poor thing. i just hope he went home to his momma and tell her what a good girl i am so she wont come and scare us out of our wits again. i couldnt wait for my mum to come home the next day to tell her and to hear her brag about how brave i was. i didnt even mention it to granma the next morning until my mum came home later in the afternoon. but the awful thing was, they didnt believe me when i said it was a snake! they said i might have been just a worm whatsoever…huhh I am so pissed off when people who didnt witness what i’d been through and later on didnt believe me when i told them what really happened. *sigh* so much for being such a hero. All the same, i’m proud of me me me..!! even if i say so myself.

have YOU ever….
December 15th, 2008

say, just out of interest — have u ever sat down watching tv with your family or someone else and suddenly something came up on screen which makes u uncomfortable and wince in awkwardness? well, if u’ve never been in that situation, picture this : u r watching tv alone with your elder cousin who is a boy, and you both are not the kind who talk much with each other, so it was all silence then, and suddenly a pad commercial came up. how exactly would u feel, may i ask? that happened to me once, and most of the time, i was watching movies which were labeled with the “for 18 and above” thingy, and it is only common for kissing scenes and passionate conversations to take place, but as common as it may be to us, watching it with someone like your parents or your grandma is SO not comfortable. your old folks might be a thousand different kinds — they can be the cool type when u can watch anything, and i mean ANYthing with them. they can also be the type who totally discourage you from watching uncensored stuffs like that because it’s not Malay-ish so they might even keep watch over you so you dont have the freedom to watch anything as you please. but, having controlled tv-watching is, well, inappropriate these days. but MY folks, is none of the above, although they dont approve of me watching too much passionate acts or violence, (which i’m sure most parents do) they dont go to the length of actually staying by my side everytime i try to watch something. but that, fellas, doesnt mean i abuse the freedom by watching porns or sextapes..it’s just that kissing scenes are too common to be avoided in even the most harmless movies, and it’s impossible not to watch any movie at all just because there is ONE kissing scene. doesnt make any sense now would it? to us, kissing scenes are nothing, but when there’s an elderly breathing behind your neck, it is SOMETHING! i just cant stand the awkwardness whenever this happens. and so, i’m glad i know a few movies so well enough that when i’m watching something with my parents,and i know that a kissing scene is about to pop up, i’ll just quickly switch the channel. lol. saved me a lot of wincings. like, yesterday, hanakimi was on 8tv, and granma was beside me, and i memorize hanakimi like a book in my mind for watching it over 20 times, so when i knew Kagurazaka and Sano was about to kiss, i flicked to another channel. Pheww. i wonder what she would have to say about me watching guys kissing. Euwwghh, i dont even want to think what it would have been like. and another time i did that was when the scene of Nakatsu walking into a room full of half-naked girls was about to come up. Double pheww. see, i know it might be a different story altogether for some of you, but for those who share the same experience as me, do watch some movies first alone before wathcing it with your parents. that way, u’ll know just when exactly to change the channel! ^_^

Our Movies, Your Comment & Dad’s Birthday
November 21st, 2008

It’s been a while since i penned in my ramblings in this blog. It’s hard to keep numerous blogs at a time, really. Not that the others are active, either. It’s just that when i really have something to say, i would have to choose which blog to put it in. But my blogspot account, let’s just say it’s been buried. I have no means whatsoever to go back there. So, from now on, it’ll be just Friendster and my journal. Nothing more. So, i’ve been home for 5 days now, but it already felt like weeks. I’m bored to death and what annoys me more is that i came home to watch tv, and to catch up on series i’ve left behind for some time, but when i came home, there’s actually nothing decent on screen. I flicked through the many channels, and i am able to reach the conclusion that Astro or no Astro, it seems the same to me. What’s the point of having all these channels if nothing is watchable? (If there’s such a word..) There are a few programmes which can be categorized as decent, but it’s been repeated so countless of times on end that i feel sick just looking at its title. But there are also some which i’m never tired of, and mostly it’s Disney’s light comedy series like Hannah Montana and The Suite Life. I used to be such a big fan of Raven too,but even I know it’s too much now. Same episodes, over and over again. Hell, i could already memorize the script! Oh yeah, u bet! But the dumbest of all channels has got to be astro RIA (and PRIMA, and AWANI, whatever Malay channels there are) The malay movies they show…i mean, aren’t u sick of watching em? 9 September, Lady Boss, Jutawan Fakir, urghhh… so empty of value and no solid, intelligent message and comedy. Just some dumb guys making a fool of themselves by looking stupid and trying to be funny. What a big joke. And a waste of production money too. I mean, can’t we produce something more of a Kyle XY (oh yeah, i’m so into Kyle again this new season), Supernatural, or Hanakimi? All these channels do is piss me off. It’s not that we lack the ability to produce something that is actually FUN to watch as well as educating, like, we have Cicakman, remember? and i dont think it’s that bad…(compared to the ones i mentioned above) And Yasmin’s masterpieces…Sepet, Gubra, Mukhsin…those are the ones that is worth watching…erm..what else, what else? Afdlin’s works, if u ask me, are also worth watching, there are clear message in them, and basically anything that don’t come from Metrowealth Pictures are good. Yeah, i am THAT anti to Metrowealth. (at least there’s one that i like, and that is “I’m Not Single. it may be something common, something u have seen before, like Korean’s Sassy Girl or My Little Bride, but at least that’s an achievement.) If u agree that our Malay movies’ quality are going down the big deep longkang, just drop a few comments here. U know, so i’ll know what u guys think. Keep em opinions coming, guys! Not that anyone reads my blog…. Yeah, i know. But i’ll say it anyway, just so it seems like i’m not talking to myself.
Anyhoo people..today’s my dad’s birthday. Yep, celebrating yet another year closer to death. Hey, it’s not like we human can avoid it.. so it’s okay to say so. It’s the truth, and out of that comes a realization and consciousness that we should be more prepared of what’s to come. At the end of the day, it’s always the best man who wins. And by win, i mean get the most out of his whole life on earth. The more prepared u are, the more u’ll gain when u die. Oh, okay, okay…i know u guys know this already…Actually, some people might be happy celebrating their birthdays and all, but i kinda feel sad. U know, seeing my folks aging yearly…i’m growing up, while they’re growing old. I cant help imagining what my life would be like when i lose them one day. I’m not waiting for it to happen, i mean, it’s bound to happen eventually, and i’m just scared it would happen too soon. I’m still not capable of taking care of myself, and they are the only family i have (i have extended family, of course, but i’m talking about my nucleus family). So, basically, they are my everything. But, when i write my wishes in the birthday cards every year, something i’ve never failed to do, i tried to push away that thought and think that birthdays can also mean maturity, which is good. Some people dont want to look at birthdays as a reminder of death, anyway, we human always try to run away from the reality, so it’s understandable. But it’s not wrong to think about it sometimes either. if it leads u to a positive path, then it’s ok to look at birthdays that way. Now let me tell u how my family celebrates birthdays. In our family, there’s a tradition. And we follow it every year. it’s the Card,Cake and Prayers. Usually, there’d be a birthday dinner as well, but it’s just a complement to the modest celebration. It’s simple, the most basic and traditional way to celebrate anything, but it’s also special. It’s a tradition, and i have no intention to break it. Gradually, it became simpler and simpler every year, but we still stick to the basics. We have prayers to thank God for blessing us with yet another year to live, and i think that’s the most important thing of all. I wish it could stay this way even long after i’ve had my own family. Good habit dies hard, rite? Btw, Happy Birthday, Ayah.

astronaut landed in UUM?
July 31st, 2008

catchy title huh? well..literally..it IS true. 26th July 08– UUM students had a blasting time spent gorging and gawping over malaysia’s 30-something heartthrob..none other than the famous, still sizzling Dr. Sheikh Muszaphar Shukor..well, considering i’m a big fan, finally meeting him in person is an absolute dream come true, even if it means having to pay for it. Yeah, well, come on.. who doesn’t love him? Apparently, me and a fren wanted to go there early to grab the front seats but alas, just as i was heading to the bus stop, it poured HEAVILY,complete with the out-of-control wind. I considered myself lucky for not being blown by the wind with my umbrella like mary poppins. taaapi…yg xbestnye… HABIS BASAH BJU KURUNG AKU. the kain was completely lenjun and aku sgt sejok. luckily ade bas yg disediakan 4 us utk pegi Dewan Muadzam Shah so xdela kne jln jao sgt. Sampai sane, rupe2nye ramai lg makhluk lain yg tlibat ngn majlis tuh..not only us UUM students yg register, tp ade gak dak2 skola rndah..MRSM..n some from my Matrix, even! And amidst all those chaos, i spotted my ex-roomie!! aku cam baju die dulu baru tgok muke..har3…what a scene!! scene ranjang berplokan tanpe malu di tgh2 khalayak ramai…chis,..time 2 xpkir da pe owg nk kate..mmg tkejut gle jumpe die kat situ..i tot die student UUM gak upenye dtg dr matric..heheh..So, after registration, i fetched my goodie bag (with mineral water,pen,notebook, and a button (with Dr.Sheikh’s face smack bang on it)inside) and surat pelepasan ko-k. haahaaa even silat practice is worth ponteng for this once in a lifetime chance.. then i teman my fwen mkn nasik..(i gave mine to a random secondary school girl coz i couldnt eat–i was so excited!). Then, we went inside the hall..perghh skali banyak lg tmpat kosong..then we were directed by the urusetia guys..rupe2nye kitorang byk kategori..ade UUM student yg pegi situ free coz they were under their respective Ko-K clubs, so it was considered a part of their club activities, and then there were the schoolkids and matric students..and then,us. the ones who paid for the event. Lucky2 us, we were directed straight to the FRONT rows, simply bcoz we PAID. well, the others who came on a free basis got the topbox and those seats at the back. Hah. Pdn muke. hehe.. though,there are some advantages to be sitting at the back. 1, bile Dr. Sheikh masok, it was through the main door so those yg dok plg blkg 2 bole la serbu die awal2..kitorg yg kat dpn tercangak2 smpai pnjat2 kusi nk tgok bliau. well, he IS handsome. wut can i say…everyone was drooling….*dreamyface* number TWO,mase nk kua dwn pon dorg bole kua dulu n again, serbu die dulu. Haih…….anyhoo,, it was really fun and i puas ati dpt dok dpn coz easier to amik gmbr n shoot video..although, i did wish i brought my camera along so it can zoom farther. and i was jealous coz this one girl bwk videocam which can zoom straight up to Dr. Sheikh’s nostrils. Impressive. How i wish i had one of that. my phone’s camera did quite a satisfying job too. walopn xleh zoom dkt sgt, at least it’s way better dr dok kat row blakang. lg sakit n.. then, he launched into his speech, sharing his experiences in space in detail and we oohed and aahed at every amazing new piece of information or slide picture. (I find that his voice is a bit small for his manly features, though) And then, there was the Q & A session and the prize-giving for space replica building contest (by school students) before he closed up his speech and made his way out (which was again, difficult with the crowd closing in on him). At this moment, i was driven by i dont knw what, but a sudden determination washed over me to get closer to him. I guess it must have been becoz of the gift bag i meant to give him for his birthday which fell on the next day. I’ve been preparing it for a week so kalo xdpt bg, mestila frust…. I squeezed past the crowd, pushing n stepping on people’s feet as i moved along (which is something i am good at). I lost my friend at that point in the sea of Muszaphar-maniacs, but i decided to find her later. I did get very close to Dr.Sheikh, though separated by the line of human fort formed by the abang2 urusetia (whom were all UUM student themselves so i xtakot la nk langgar dorang.) tp xsmpt nk snap gmbr die upclose..i guess nobody get to take pictures WITH him, since the crowd was wild,so it’s fair n square. Oh, actually, mase break for solat asar, i went to the hall’s foyer and there was a booth selling goodies bearing Dr. Sheikh’s face. There were t-shirts, fridge magnets (which were ridiculously expensive), posters, n the book written by Dr.Sheikh’s brother himself. So i bought that one and the poster. (i’m thinking of getting it framed and hung in my bedroom later) Luckily, mase photography and autograph session, abg2 urusetia tuh announced, only those with the "Reaching for the Stars" books are allowed to take his autograph. fuhh mse tu rse bersyuko gle sbb bli bku tuh td…yg bestnye jln yg bersesak2 td jadik senang jek nk lalu coz abg2 tembok td bg jln kat aku coz aku ngan muke slambenye menayangkan buku tuh and ckp "sy ade buku, sy ade buku!!" hoho…syukur alhmdulillah…nk kua dr tembok tu plak kne lalu bwh "pagar tangan" abg2 tuh…bermakne..kene lalu bwh ketiak dorang…ya ampUnnnnn….(no further comment there) Tp xdpt lor nk amek gmba bliau..xsempat..abg2 tuh direct kitowg yg da dpt signature kne tros kua kasik can kat owg len..anyways, i’m happy..ok la tuh..last2 he had tostand up on the chair coz everyone was closing in n maybe die da nk lemas kowt..so ble die diri, kitorg bulehla amek gmba die lg…ngeheheee giler ah,kalah artis doc nih…yg dpt sentuh baju/jari die mase die stretch out nk salam tuh sure xtido mlm pnyelah..keh3 n then, i was still panicking sbb nk keja bas nk balik mlm tuh kul 8.30 lg, n adiah die blom dpt kasi lg..takot gile xsempat kasi…last2..just moments before he departed, kete perdana kale champagne gold dtg amek die, die diri lg kat pintu kete n sign a few more autographs,i went right to the front of the car sbb xde org pon serbu kat situ, and adela abg urusetia sorg yg guard kat dpn tuh…he was quite near to dr.sheikh so in a frantic manner (i was half-shouting,tq vry much)i asked him to pass the gift to Dr.Sheikh. I can never forget his expression…terkejut,in fact sbb NO ONE dlm ribu2 org tuh yg bg die anything (most ppl xtau the next day is his birthday) so yup, i felt special n satisfied to see the delighted look on Dr.Sheikh’s face upon receiving my lil’ gift which apparently came as a nice surprise. I wanted to scream and say "hey2 over here!!! that’s from me!! me,me,MEEEE!!! tp biarla…kat lam tu i’ve already put my photo n details..hehe at least he knows who it’s from. =) giving something to someone is definitely more satisfying and worth it than receiving something from someone. At least, the case is true for me. I’ve always enjoyed giving, though accepting would be nice, but i like it when i see people’s happy n surprised faces when they received my gifts. Ahh…the joy of giving…pe pon, the day ended perfectly, only much better than what i imagined, though i was a bit frustrated coz xdpt amik gmbr ngan die..but it’s ok..i’m good. Ahh..i wanna relive the moment again n again n again!!! satisfied!!

College craze
January 19th, 2008

college can be depressing dat sumtimes u find urself stuck with a whole sack of supplements,painkillers n medications and the next thing u know, u can’t live without em. N believe it or not, college students are changing into nocturnals after dat whole load of caffeine downed in one night–just to make sure they can pull through and finish whatever assignments, tutorials or studies left to do.N hey presto! it’s not a shock dat the gurls turn up the next day wearing eyeshadows to class to hide the hideous eyebags (but with those droopy eyes and bleary expression, it’s just ain’t working gurl) But apart from dat, they got all their goody brains stuffed with enough brainfood to last them through the day.Appalling, but that’s college. U r juz short of time dat half of u is left to wonder where in the bloody world has all the time fled to. But the other half of ur brain will snap u back to reality and u juz have to accept the fact that God only provides us with 24 hrs. Which i think,should be enough should we have less to do in diz life n there’s no datelines to rush after. The craziness of it all is producing more n more Madmen n women, what with catching up with lectures and everything else. Including relationship probs for those who r in lurve (oh yup,dat counts) and that’s just another silly immature matter one has to waste his time to think about, cuz no matter wut it is, it’ll always end up with the two lovebirds saying sorry to each other after realising their mistakes and insist on the other to accept that it is indeed his/her fault.What a silly world. Why fight then? it juz adds to the headache. Oh ya..next time,add that to your list of don’ts,people. I heard that being in uni, things and the schedule itself is less packed. You can even fly to London and come back just in time for ur next lecture.But no, u simply cant do that in college. Taking a flight to London? Forget it! U cant even squeeze a breathe in between. Im not a fast paced person myself, to say the least, i’m more of a…how do i put this..urmm…..a more take-it-easy kinda person. I do take things easily. Dats why in my college, when u see a blurry image zooming past u, u can bet it’s me. I hv to rush rush rush and by the time i arrive in the lecture hall, i always have to allow myself a 5-min-break to catch up my breath before concentrating n making sense of the words uttered by evryone else around. Things are pretty hectic even for those who plan their time, but it’s much more heartstopping for those who dont. U attendlectures in the morning n got back at 4, n then u’ll be too exhausted to speak n u’ll lie down n immersed in a deep sleep. Then when u finally wake up, hey hey…it’s 8!! U’ll rush to take ur bath n pray, n had dinner n by the time u catch ur breath again and start to open ur book, it’s already half-past ten.N u hv to sleep at 1.00 if u dont wanna b sleepy in class the next day. So all in all, u only get 3 hrs per day to cram the workload u got–so when do you study??And hey…where’d the time go?? Ohh…spare me an extra hour,God..

i’ma caged birdie…
November 7th, 2007

seriously,i’ve gotta b an absolute ‘katak d bawah mangkuk plastik..’ i’m so caved in my lil’ college (not dat it’s sumplace ppl would call lil’,it’s just an xpression..duhh) dat i missed out on all the important ongoings around da country. I missed the major boom-story of the all-drooling-for-him Muszaphar n his rocket launch,n i missed da news on the day he came back to earth.man, those were all-important,once-in-a-lifetime news and i missed all the livecasts which will not be the same if it’s watched on playback..can’t believe this!!!All i do back in college (wow,dat sounds nice..sounds more adult-like..mybe i should mention it more often. my college,my college,my college….lalala) was,let me see..count with me,that’s rite,.ermm..sleep,hv meals(wic is also sumthg very rarely done),study(also rarely),do laundry(mind u.,diz is done weekly),attend classes (not including skipping classes on the days when i felt naughty) and…texting/hanging on the phone with that particular somebody. so, basically,dat’s all.nver bothered to go to the tv room or the ever-so-near-couldn’t-be-nearer cafe to get some pieces n slices of fresh worldly news be it about entertainment,war or politics (like i ever care),i totally depend on this roomie of mine who’s diz news-alert type of girl who spends some of her daily time to watch the news or catch some hot gossips in the papers.it’s like her routine or something but it benefits us her other roomies..;) getting fresh scoops of news could never have been better than hearing it from the mouth of your own roommate who spills the beans every now and then from in between chewing n swallowing of meal to chatting before sleeping. Then we’d find things to argue upon n express our opinions,dislikes and critics on a particular bitch artiste or going all gooey when talking bout hot hunks..hmmm..da good days of being girls…sumthng i’ll definitely miss when i’m all grown up.but precisely, dat’s all i get daily.only slivers of news told by my roomie.apparently,the news might hv been 2 and a half pages long but when it reaches me,only half of a page is left.and that is,if i’m lucky. it depends on how long my roomie have been storing the news and her memory on dat day..;) otherwise,all was well back in college.but now that i’m at home..,i’m trying all i might to keep updated on all the news i cpuld lay my hands,eyes and ears on!! i’m hungry 4 more news n i don’t wanna be a pathetic lil’ caged birdie anymore….

exam vs raya
October 17th, 2007

it’s hard fo me everytime i have to leave home.n tomoro’s the last day of my holidays and i’ll b back around my books and college by saturday..will be hvg a more stressful week (ehem 2 weeks actually) coz da end of sem exam will take place very soon..hv i told anyone i HATE exams??? The pressure it gives u…ughh it affects most of my ‘happy moments’..well da fact dat i’m not always book-smart adds up 2 da pressure..but once its over,it’s OVER!!!! n life after dat is a different story..it’ll be more relaxed, full of floating moments and i’ll have like nothing at all to do..all da time in da world is mine..all MINE!! but to pull through the Exam Week is one phase which i hv to struggle for..just pray i won’t suffocate and get stuck in the middle..just hope i can continue my 2nd semester..last exam wasn’t much of something..in fact,it was nothing one would call something to be proud of..so i’m hoping for a better result in this exam..despite the lousy hari raya i had (dont look at me like dat..it WAS lousy!!even the mountain of duit raya couldn’t seem to cheer things up) i still hv a lil’ bit of spirit left in me to do some last-minute studies..i’ll be back afta da results come out 2 update u on how things are going on owkay? buybuy..;))

to the point of EXPLODING
May 6th, 2007
there r so many things littering my mind rite now (ceh..littering kew..?) smpai maw peca ineh utak..last nite i checked the status of my application to uni but un42nately..hey baybe…my name wuzzen listed!! i ws (quite) devastated..but sinz i wuzin rili hoping 2 b accepted 2 any uni (based on my result),so i wasnt in so much of a despair.I even completed the whole matriculation college registration book way b4 the result was out.So basically,i’ve got myself prepared.Guess i slh plih course gaknye..my sc subjects werent so strong but i still applied 4 sc.courses at various univerCTs..i knew i shud’ve picked sumthing more to language..like tEsL..or law perhaps..actually,the fact that i hate the idea of teaching n hvg to read loads of craps (literature,to b precise) is wut made me rejected tesl n law programmes from the start.But love can come in second so they say..duhh…but u need enthusiasm 2 start the semester rite?if say,i’ll b doing linguistic studies,myb i’ll lose interest b4 the lecturer even starts opening his mouth..BOOO~RINGGGG (klaw lecturer ensem ley gak bukak mate sket..i’ll go ‘pergghhhhhh ensem bagak lecturer nihh’ pastu bru bminat sket nk dngar kuliah..hahhahahaawww bengong toi)
td punye la pyh nak book flight..g online,rupe2nye kene bayow ngn crdt card..susah2 ngat try col airport KT..katenye kne col KL lak..col lg…pastu die ckp kene book dkt opis mas..xley bli kat epot/book via phone..mengap toi..manyak songeh gohh..manyak keje..manyak hal..haaiihh penat lor camneh.. +_+ hadoiih
soe..sok we hv to go 2 KT just 2 buy da tickets..pastuh p shopim sket…ahhaakss bli marang2 kpeluan nk g kolej nnty..da most important–> clothes,of coz..pastu kasowt..den..erm….then….emm tataw la! srabut ah otak skang..
nt…sblom pegy,i’ll drop another post owkay? daaaaa