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Saturday, December 12, 2009 11:55 PM
Chapter One dot one

Had a long day, pretty much it.
Got up at 8.30 to go over to my grandma house.
Since I'm sleeping in my second aunt's house and she needs to go to work.
Saturday. Work? You're suppose to be sleeping at home, God, can't imagine myself working on a saturday morning next time. Anyway,
She drove me my grandma's, and took my grandma to some place.
While I got to look after my 11 years old sister, and my 12 years old cousin. Since he's down from JB.
It's so retarded, who would in a right mind to dump their kid in Kuala Lumpur alone with some relative and the mother goes back to JB to "work"?
That's what happened to my poor cousin, 12 years old, chinese Kia, came down to KL to get his PSP present by my "another" aunt in New York.
Meanwhile her sister which is my age, refused to take her SPM examination. Because? She can't study and she don't like her school friends? She prefer to work and look for her living. How great. Because of her I get shoot all the time, my family members was afraid that I'm going to be like her since I'm always so rebellious. I'm not. I'm a good kid (:
Cut the crap, spent the entire morning calling "her" because she refused to pick up my phone call and brainstorm like crazy because I don't know how to get a blog right. Suck? Yes. I don't know how to handle the HTML shit. Happy? I'm a newbie. Roar! But I'm always 2 years ahead of everything. Got my haircut in the evening if you've read the previous post, came home morning computer. Skipped dinner and only eat at 10. Got back to my second's aunt house, clean up her house for her (she never takes the trash out), took a hot shower and here I am. Typing my fingers out on a gigantic keyboard. Not really, but I just like to emphasis on the word gigantic.

She's my banana, you can get out now.

p.s:suwidudapdap


thousand miles.






Like monkeys love bananas,
I mainly redo this blog, as a dedication to my special Someone.
Like how you know monkeys are in love with bananas.
It is how I am in love with.
So sit tight, hold your mouse right and start scrolling down as i begin with my own Legend.





one fat dream.


“Patience needed for the best”
“i know you”
"and i love you"
"you do now?"
"yes, i love you more than i can say"
without a single word.




the girl.


cos
you
are
my
one
and
only


your smile.


December 2009
January 2010
March 2010
April 2010


another song.


MusicPlaylist
Music Playlist at MixPod.com




won't regret.

the day, that very day 12th April
ever since.