A new beginning..

Well....I have tons to say since this semester started and first off, I got a brand spanking new laptop as my old faithful pc decided to die on me..I met a few wierd people and by far the wierdest is Joey's new Bandmate, yeah she joined this band and at first it sounded okay okay ler..but then after meeting this one particular bandmate, who-shall-not-be-named, cos it might..ermm..sort of embarass him a lil lar cos has a mouth, dirtier and much more disturbing than a chickens ass...bloody-hell this feller would talk crap about ANYONE including NICE PEOPLE..you dont go around bad-mouthing your friends and NICE PEOPLE that just further proves that you have no life and its just plain SAD..dude...you need to control your flytrap..or not one day you'll find a REAL fly in it...*sigh*..if that really happens, I wouldnt wanna miss it...hehehe

Finally in da same class as Ba, Lydia and Suzanna and the whole Alpha gang again...yiippeeeee...oooh yes another thing, my car...you know the one i was sooo excited about, is soo not gonna happen anymore, and I'll tell you why.

At midnight one day, Ash and Shakir and I wanted to eat somewhere lar...sort of bored with Bkt Beruang lar by this time, so we happily decided to take ma crappy-rusted car to Jikis lar..thinking that the stupid thing will get us there, whaddaya know, not even outside Bkt Beruang, it started to "sing", sing as in it gave out this sound as if it was being hammered by a HUGE HAMMER..seriously and by that time i was scared shitless and so were Ash and Shakir hahaha then we decided to just get the fuck outta the car, park it back where it was parked and just go to Cahaya Dinar and eat..oooh no..the car didnt wanna go back being parked at its usual place, it decided to just pop its front left tyre out right in the middle of the road! oooh crap..sparks where flying everywhere!! Ash was scared...I was scared..Shakir was..hrmm LAUGHING..haha idiot!!

Suddenly I was panicking.. "oooh shit!! wht the f**k am I gonna tell ma dad??"...after I was calmed down from my near heart attack experience by Ash and Shakir...I somehow left the car in the middle of the road..oooh did I say road? I meant MAIN ROAD and called dad the next day with my fully loaded bullshit story which THANK GOD he bought!!!

Creepy week...

creepy

whoa...I am alone in da house and I never thought it'll be this freaky..so my new scheme to get thru this is NOT to sleep during the night till early morning probably around 6am or so and then when there is LIGHT I will sleep hehehe..jsut reformatted ma pc and its NEKKID...nathing inside..soo dull...so I have started the downloading of da songs ritual...and other software lar...*sigh*..PC was giving soo much problem just had to reformat it...Why lar i itchy sangat to volunteer to do da interviews for SPARC? huhuhu..but none the less, I get to have the whole StreamyX to maself hahaha..

I cooked ma supper just now...and it turned out not bad..jsut fried some fries and some sausages...and guess what? couldnt finish it..cos it was too much..just put it in da fridge, later in da morning will see whether I have an appetite for cold fries....

Today mom and dad came and we went to Mahkota Parade for Merdeka Lunch haha..it was okay..Dad wanted to go to Sushi King..i was like...hrmmmm..no comments...but it turned out okay..I had something COOKED nathing raw for me thanks...I had this pan fried dory or sumthing lar..and mum had some tori chicken something Dad had tempura set...not bad lar...the family next to us was piling up on the sushi..how lar they can actually telan/swallow that raw stuff?? and they weren't just piling up on da cheap stuff, there were tons of expensive stuff too, RM4 per-plate also got.....then me and dad had our ritual kutuking session of the Malay-PUNK-wannabes.

Dad: What are they trying to prove? Dont they get any attention enough being idiots on motorbikes that scream thru the streets that they have to dress up like idiots and piercing every single available part of their body??
Me: Hrmm..yeah I suppose so..their parents probably didnt or just DONT pay them any attention..wasting time and space....hair half green, half red, socks up to the knees and not forgetting the ever so fashionable suspenders...are we supposed to be scared of them? They make me wanna laugh more like it..punks..HAH..more like clowns..hehe..The London Circus recruitment team should come here if they are short-handed for their FREAKs Display..
Mom: Yeah terrible... ---> mom doesnt say much...

After that little after-meal kutuk session, dad needed some envelopes( he doenst trust emails YET ) at Thai Kuang. Another incident took place, the lady attending the cashier had this really lousy attitude and gave what I call a muka "tahi" as in there is something bad smelling under her nose...ok getting back to da topic...lining up to pay for the envelopes while persuading dad to send more emails instead, there was a lady with her 3 kids, they had atleast bought about RM50+ worth of stuff and then their plastic bag tore apart and then lady asked the muka "tahi" cashier whether she can have another plastic bag and VERY rudely the cashier gave a hand signal to say "NO" and practically shooing the lady with 3 kids away...POOOOFFF the lady screamed at the cashier, "ONE PLASTIC BAG ALSO you cannot give??? After I spent Sooo MUCH?!!!"..she caught me by suprise that i dropped da envelopes and then as if on queue, DAD threw the envelope at the cashier and said "Terrible, ONE LOUSY PLASTIC BAG also you cant give?? There you can KEEP your bloody envelopes. Bakar come lets go!" At that moment then I realised that he wasnt listening to me ranting on about sending more emails..*sigh* instead he was watching the cashier being rude...

My mom wasnt there to experience this..cos she was checking out Channel perfumes..instead she got the whole rerun of the little episode all da way home in the car...how fun...