Sunday, October 07, 2007
Return to Sender.
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Izzul's now sitting on my lap, listening to songs on my itunes. More like, he's demanding songs to be played. and he's singing along. *leg cramp alert!*
it's hindering my ability to type and think.
On to raya preparation, there are a few things left to do. Like; lay down the carpet, changing bedsheets, changing the cushions just to name a few. and, the best part, all will be done on Raya eve! [excluding the bedsheet]
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Oh yeah, i was in the kitchen nearly the whole of today. and, i've made some gruesome realisation. There are so many things that could kill you in the kitchen. Like, the top of the can, if it flew off, it can slit your throat. The joy of bloodbath.
and i've been pestering Syirah about the method of my death. and i was telling her, "well, it seems that im still alive at 3.30pm. Hopefully, im not dying anytime soon unless one could die from Xbox overdose. Or, if the oven decides to explode in my face later on". [murdered by an oven, how spastic could life get?]
and, while on the way home from Loyang Point, lightning strikes followed by the thunder, and i screamed. purely based on my instinct, i ducked and hit behind Syirah and went "shit, i don't wanna die due to lightning strike. i'll die a black."
and, we kept laughing all the way home. with me babbling all the way, "ehh hurry, open space, we're the tallest now, lighting!"
screaming while crossing the road can lead to uncontrollable laughter as the aftermath.
when two girls are let lose. and, the worst would be, when we're sent to shop in the market. Ha!
"ehh, mane daun kucai?" "i think it's spring onion!" "Mama says, it looks like grass" "this one looks like grass. but that one also" "this one lah! just take it please. we've been debating for 10 minutes"
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i'm paranoid today.Labels: alive. but, will i live to see 17?
i made a move at 8:34 PM
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