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Sunday, October 23, 2005' 10/23/2005 09:48:00 PM


Had my exam.
fairly ok. just hoping to pass.
oh crap, tomorrow is like the judgement day or smth.
receiving the results for our final year
i can bet a buck i'll faill both my maths. ( i'm having financial problems )
i've bet faris like epok-epok 3 for 1 dollar.
told him i am failing physics.
dont ask how many i got wrong for paper 1.
its easier to know how many i got right which is
a measly 7.
so he says that i if i pass, i'd have to buy him epok-epok (currypuffs).
oh well, i am so waiting for my epok-epok.
he's not getting any of course.
like who knows me better than me?

anyway, i truly bluely miss crapping with my mates.
sitting at home is like widenning my ass or smth.
not that i have one. mine is not qualified to be called an ass.
its just literally a back side.
it'll be great if my ass could just expand to add a little more weight.
why not use the air pump huh?
lol. then i'll fly.
my oh so respectful friend whose name starts with an F and ends with an S
is oh so evil. if you're smart you'd know who .....F_ _ _S (hint: the names up there)
heres what he said in malay. i'm translating.
him: ey, i wonder how you can walk so lightly..its so amazing.
me: hrmm, i think its just a matter of LOSING WEIGHT. *smugs*
him: omg u're so mean!
(he's not so slim)

him: man, i think if you were to like walk a little faster, we'd have to like fasten
you to the floor or smth. who knows you might just fly...
i think if you would just flap a little, it might work. then you'd be like a kite or smth.


he is so evil can!
rarr.
but he's funny lah.
anyway, my mom is currently screaming her lungs out.
to make matters worse,
guess what my dads doing.


strumming an indon song on the bloody guitar.


he's so not fatherly material.
i mean, who wouldnt want a dad like him
but he needs to be a little more sane.
to prove his insanity,
when i said that the "sheer cover" facial concealer on tv
is damn good and works like magic,
guess what he said,

"can people use it for breast crack? (u noe, like butt crack)
that way women can still wear low cut and your mom wont go talking.
plus, like its said in tv, not so cakey and feels like nothing. can?"


i was laughing hysterically.
my dad is the worst of fathers you can find.
but he's funny.
ultimately, what matters is that he knows his place.


oh well, my mom has cooled down.
i think.
i got to go.

till next time people,
i'm off.
smwile always! =D










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