Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Whatever. was written at 1:31 AM
It is a public holiday. I less than three. Berabis. Mengapa nah? PASAAALL I don’t have to do 3 periods of stats. WOOTS. Haha. Ok so that’s kinda mean, but not entirely. It’s not my fault. Well, just partly. I guess I should, after all this time, give him a chance but … Whatever. I don’t have to state nor do I even choose to state who I’m taking about. Yes saya vague. It’s for the best.My two mates are prolly smuggling chickens in Thailand. Do remember to smuggle some for me. Manatau the price of chicken here in Brunei kana inflation jadi sky high. I do advice that you should actually pluck or shave (sendiri punya pilihan) bulu ayam atu pasal karang excess kapih kamu membayar. Or another idea is that I would lend my submarine so you two can wake up at three in the morning to sneak the chickens in. I doubt that is a good idea though. I don’t fancy my submarine to stink of chicken poo (Faizul, I HOPE U DON’T READ THIS, would call it Brown babies. He’s a whacko, that one).
School has been uneventful. What we do AND only do is PAST YEAR, PAST YEAR AND OH DID I MENTION PAST YEAR? With the exception of chem. For which were doing ORGANIC CHEMISTRY, ORGANIC CHEMISTRY AND OH HAVE I MENTIONED ORGANIC CHEMISTRY? Yes that’s how UNEVENTFUL life has been. I think I might need to find a new hobby to keep me occupied. I’m thinking between watching grass grow and calculating the rate of decomposition of man’s effluent (HAHA insert English lesson here) arah Sg. Akar dumping area. Either way, I know my doings would benefit the country. For better or for worse.
Eh apakan. I’m practically spewing crap here. AND PEOPLE ARE ACTUALLY READING. AHHAHAHAHA. =.=” (credits to Sabri)
Gosh I’m so bored I’m surprised I don’t have the word stamped on my forehead.
BANARTAH.
SIGHHH.
Obama punya speech awesome. Aku salute. I amazed myself for actually listening AND reading the whole dratted thing. Two thumbs up to you Obama. If we lived in Democracy (if that’s what he’s doing cos my politics suck) – a subject which I’m not that keen to talk about – I might want to grow up to be JUST like him albeit my father’s not Kenyan nor my mother an American but yes, you get my drift. Still vague and full of crap but yes, I know you get me.
I think kan a person should get paid for being awesome. Banartah. I mean it’s all hard work and all. It’s not that everyday a person with AWESOME stamped in their blood is born. It’s quite rare actually. Apparently for this to happen, you have to be born on the 30th of may 1991 at EXACTLY 9.45am. Figures. I was born at the EXACT time.
HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHA
TALORR kali. I think the tuna I ate for “tea” had expired or worse molded. Whatever that means. Screw it.
Bah bah bah. ENOUGH crap.
Fiqah. no wonder
You got me XOXO,
Fiq