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I don't describe myself.
Saturday, June 16, 2007

LUCKY LISP.


mood: bored to death.
listening to: mat rips macam paham berskateboarding bawah block.
macam nak campak telor dari atas :/

Even normal hawker chicken rice stalls knows how to improve business.
Ain't this cute?
Heart-shaped chicken rice? At a hawker centre. (:
Macam pahammm aje makcik tu kasi chicken rice ber-heart.

and you;
don't think you are some superhero lah.
you cant be working and on the go go mood all the time.
tsk.
i think i am going to blackmail KFC soon.

I slacked all day long at home today.
Even the TV bores me now.
No more nice Saturday Hindi movies.
I couldnt do my laundries even.
Because it has been raining all afternoon.

So ended up coming online.
Chatted with my bitch Miss Lola.
*Mr Sony is back selepas seminggu berscandal dengan Mimin*
And basically thats it.
Oh!
And i joined some berpantun club!
Weeehhooo.
Fun lah okay!
Come,join our club.


tell me its real,
the feeling that we feel.


Morissey-ed.