epilogue by Grace Nichols:

"I have crossed an ocean
I have lost my tongue
from the root of my old one
a new one has sprung"


Staying Alive, real poems for unreal times(2002)

Friday, November 13, 2009

celaru

i tried hard not to turn into the other side of me...the ugly me.

tolong jangan bagi saya marah. saya sudah super penat. super sibuk. tolong jangan bagi soklan bodoh dan wat perangai bodoh. grow-up la plzzz..... dan saya sudah tidak mampu untuk spoon feed ppl. think and use your brain!!!!


fateh dah pandai sebut banyak perkataan. kadang2 rasa geram ngan ke'degil'an fateh. malam ni baru sedar, minggu ni baper jam je jumpe fateh as mama younch idupnya keje..keje..keje...


start control makan...diet la konon, tapi lunch pi balun double cheese burger. boley ke kurus in 3 months????.....


we just realized that our sport shoes trainers bagai sudah ilang. kena curik gamaknya setelah sume kasut diletak diluar. mangkuk betol si montel ni!!!!!! dah bawak masok diletak luar lagik. my kinky boots elok laks kat situ, i guess pencurik x tau nak jual kat sape. bijak btol dia, ye...


anak kucen makLong manja sangat. siap nak follow mama lagik. waaaaahhhh...


pokpok............



~meet the target Boss Besar set for our unit. yeay!!!!! (fat-boy, ko gelak sinis kat aku dlm meeting room siap 'tembak' lagk, kan? **niat nak memalukan kah?** seb baik Boss Besar setuju with me dalam hal tertentu masa ko tembak aku)
next week, 70%. mampukah?
~anak didik ai udah di'confirm'kan. yosh!!!!

1 comment:

lilRed Farah said...

saya gelak mcm org gila...

MONTEL???

hahahhahaha cute!~