SpeedOfSound

16 July 2005
Hari ni aku and Along membuat rancangan masakan bersama Ciciq (kakak ipar aku a.k.a bini Adi). Mase kat Giant berkobar2 nih kitorg nih. Seb baek tak hangkot satu Giant tu bwk blk. Nak masak ayam masak merah bersantan la, masak lemak siput sedut la, sayur hapetah la.. Hehe.. Pegila kitorg ni mengangkot ayam.. Tgk2 sume yg sekor standard harge 6.99. So kitorg blasahlah.
Sampai umah Adi, kitorg pon masak la lalalalalala dgn gembirenye.. Ciciq tukang goreng ayam sbb.. eheheheh.. jgn harap la aku nak goreng.. Penakot.. kasik buat bende lain boleh. No hal punye. Kihkihkih. Ciciq soh aku intebiu bakal husband nanti – ko mkn ayam goreng ke x? Kalo mkn, kensel. Tak ke.. lg menarek kalo korg bg deep fryer jadik hadiah kawen.. :P
Nak dijadikan cite, rupenye ayam yg kitorg beli tu ayam telur ke ayam tua ke xtau la.. tapi moralnye liat gile lah jadik nye lauk tuh. Adi dgn remarks “Ni ayam ke batu”, aku dgn gagah nye mensiat isik die, Along lg best – “lantaklah. Aku mkn siput aku”. =)). Mane la nak tau ayam tu cemane isik die. Nak soh tgk kaki tak boleh sbb kaki ayam tu diorg perosokkan dlm bodi. Lgpon ayam tu elok je di balut ngan plastic ape tu name yg stretch2 tu.. alah.. food wrapper tu la.. Mane nak perasan isik die iye tak gitu..? :D

17 July 2005
Aku kene marah sbb reply sms a fren like dis “OK”. Kene marah sbb reply short. Kene marah sbb mcm nak tak nak je layan. Hmm.. Kene marah lagi. Kdg2 aku kompius kan. Some ppl simply sgt komfiden yg I won’t treat them like shit, tp does that means yg diorg boleh suddenly treat me like it? Heran. At one point of time u can sms or call me dgn gembire and banyaknye, and at the other point of time, ko mcm nak xnak layan je. And don’t I have de right to treat u back like dat? Think about it. Not a matter of revenge. Tak larat nak buat baek sgt dah lah. Sometimes some people are not worth my time and energy.
Mlm aku p umah Adi lg. Just becos I’m in need of company. Tapi kene bear ngan de wailing of his children la.. Seb baek diorg behave and de hero dah tdo. Lege kepale otak aku. As usual, Adi brought up issue psl die x suke aku kawan dgn dis dis guy, and x bg aku buat itu, buat ini.. and the usual statement “I’m telling mommy”. I was like.. “uhuhh…”. When we were small, xtau lah.. for me, aku tend to sgt dgr kate when it comes to berkawan. Makcik aku x bg aku berkawan ngan dis one person kat skolah. Sbb die nampak mcm haru biru je bdk tu. So aku x kawan. Tinggalkan cemtu je. And it happens to be that this person mmg haru biru, and seb baek gak la I was forbidden that time. Dlu2 aku jenis cepat ikot kawan. Kalo kawan ponteng, kite ponteng. Kalo kawan ke sini, kite ke sini. Since then, my auntie did all the penapisan for my frens. For my good J. Hehe.. but ade this one time, mase tu 31st August, and mase tu aku still kawan ngan budak tu. We went out dr pagi2 bute tu, kuar tgk march la ape tah, then ends up melepak sampai maghrib. Bile maghrib baru aku teringat nak blk, and thinking I was late, I took a cab. BIG mistake! Masok masok je umah.. jengjengjeng.. hehehe… :”) kene bantai.. hehehehe…. :”). Kene marah mainly bukan sbb blk maghrib, tp sbb naek cab malam2. Takot org bwk lari. Hehe.. ade ke.. So skang ni, when my brothers did the same filtering my auntie did, aku x brape nak appreciate sgt cos I was left by my brothers unattended mase blajar kat UIA dlu; and the only thing diorg interested in was my money – baru diorg dtg melawat. Sad kan? I shall not say sad ekceli, but it was SICK! Pheww.. those were the days..
18 July 2005
Wow.. Aku rase my baby tu mmg dah mogok ke ape ar?? Hari ni die buat aksi menggerunkan dengan Merc at Jln Semantan. Seb baek.. lagi siket je. Kalo x.. ayoo.. Die mcm merelakan je diri kene eksiden lately tau. Huhuu.. Jgn laa… Ku kan merinduimu.. tingtong.. :P . Mlm ni sgt bz – nak p umah Adi, teman Along p klinik (kalo die x p lagi), jumpe a fren. Tu x champor trying new scenarios on Tone Rebellion – game yg paleng membosankan aku penah main tp tepakse main sbb sonok tgk de floaters. Oklah. Better get going.. Chiow and muahs bebeh!!


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