Sunday, March 27, 2011

Readers, sorry...

Yeah. A long time since I am not blogging. I am PISSED off. I am sorry to those who wants to read Nota untuk Kekasih Pertama. I am so sorry. Miss Wandering Soul is on a hell bent after reading that piece of memorabilia. Sorry again. I know I have posted the link on Facebook and where ever else. Yeah. I got princess-controlled. She's not married yet and so, the title queen is not relevant. So princess. yeah?

He owned a car. He have every access to the car. The keys, the whatever there is, it's in his hand. But then, his brother suddenly wanted to mod the car beyond recognizable. He objects, but his brother insisted on doing so. He's the parent's pet. And he had done something wrong towards his brother. So, with a heavy sigh, he let his brother do what he wants instead of him. Now that the mod had been done, the brother wanted to do something else. He felt that he kena bodoh. But then, he learned. Rage won't get him nowhere. All he could do is sigh and smile at the sight of his brother and the car he cared so much.

But he saved some money to buy another car. He got himself prepared. He knew this would happen. So, he saved some money for future use. So yeah.

I rest my case.

PS-"You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? You just put your lips together and blow."-To Have or no to Have

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Happy Birthday Momma...


Happy birthday miss Lady Boss aka Momma aka ibu aka mak aka indai aka ibunda aka mother and so forth. It’s my momma’s birthday today here I am, so far away. I always complained of being that far away right? haha. Moving on.

The very first moment you woke up, kisses from the kids you would have. But this year, you received one less kiss form the kids. Sorry momma. Oh well, you’re ##(insert age here) this year. How fast time flies yeah? You were 15 and the next you’re ##(insert age here). Haha. Thank God that you still have this semangat anak muda in you, momma. You drive big cars and you’re not a soccer mum. You’re a PK HEM. What?

Yeah. You guys just had 3 kali makan when I called you just now. Wow. And I rarely have 3 kali makan here now. Haha. Arig was blaring over the background, miss that former bundle of joy. Haha.

I am bad at making dedications. Seriously. Haha. I just don’t know what to say. And in class yesterday, in what language I forgot, the word 'mama' means 'uncle'. Damn. Haha. It's okay though, we call our mum as MOMMA. Not mama.

Happy Birthday Momma. May you have a blessed year ahead, full of rezeki and importantly, you rock! Haha. Get busy with Pops yeah?


Friday, March 4, 2011

deleted post.

What the Fuck??

Where's the post??

I want to read!!

But then....

The blogger have to delete it due to some problems.

Sorry readers!

More will come!

just wait!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Note to self...

Being this lame ass and kinda suck, life is always easy. You just can whizz by life and be that ntah apa-apa dude. Yeah. I don't know. I just don't care about people. I am having fun with this bitch called life. yeah. Life is making me proud that I am living in this corrupted world and whatevers.

Notes.


You have to eat little. Bit by bit. Your belly is not your crown. It shows that you love to begelumang in one of the deadly sins, GLUTTONY. Girls won't look at dudes who like to sin. Fuck, that's a deadly sin you dumbass. Go to church and and ask forgiveness!



No one wants a dude that rides a BMX. BMX is so childish and so un-university student-ish. You should get a freakin' moutain bike whose seat is taller than your waist and ride like the world is yours. yeah. BMX are just for kids that loves jumping around getting hurt and shit. Yeah. Dudes with mountain bikes are cool. Yeah. I am a kid. So what the fuck?


You just cannot criticize your own football team. Don't ever. Your Manchester United monkey friends will think that they have successfully drag you into their pithole of shame.

That's it.

Peace!

PS-"I'm scared of everything. I'm scared of what I saw. I'm scared of what I did, of who I am. And most of all... I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life, the way I feel when I'm with you."

- "Baby" Dirty Dancing