Hello Friend.Hello Stranger.
i am a 2 year old addict.
i take pictures with my eyes.
my beating muscle is co-owned.
and if found,do call.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
we had a nice long conversation last night.and the smart-intelligent one finally realised the crap we had to sit through during meet the spartans.now trust us when we say a movie is lame.haha.BUT I STILL WANT TO WATCH HORTON HEARS A WHO! and not rule no. 1.you can watch that on thursday.no harm watching two kan?heh.okay sorry.dont cry.
woke up early today.to eat.haha.then watched the csi marathon and didnt quite catch what the last parts were cause they were mumbling and i havent sharpened my ears yet.they should talk louder and not whisper.especially grissom.mumblemumblemumble.
abang went downstairs to,i thought,buy a drink.but he came up with this huge ass box.and he said it was for his friend's birthday.so i asked what is in the box.and he said a disco ball.okay from all the things in the world,WHY THE HECK WOULD YOU ASK A DISCO BALL FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?!i mean,it's not the small ones that you can hang in your car or something.it's the actual gigantic thing.kookoo uh.well unless he's doing a make over for his room and he needs it.but but i dont care it's not practical.and im right.haha.
okay mum just screamed for me to bathe.why do we need to bathe?if smelly cheese is expensive and people like it,why dont people pay to see smelly people?i would be rich.haha.
hate that time and trouble are best friends.
2:36 PM