NO STEALING OF THE PICTURES HERE. TRY CLICKING ON THE PICTURES AND SAVE IT IN YOUR COMPUTER AND YOU WILL KNOW THE CONSEQUENCES. I AM ABLE TO TRACK YOU DOWN. STEALING IS A CRIME YOU KNOW? IF YOU WANT, ASK FROM ME.

" 3rd October aquu jalan raye samer2 nqan kawan ako..Tarq ramai gy..First gy rumah Zufar then rumah Makcik Zahri after datt rumah matair aquu..Pas tu chill dekat rumah aquu ampai kol 8..Then gy rumah abanq matair aquu..Alek naik taxi..Best arhh dapat anyak duit raye.. "


Firstly, for your info, i dont usually write that way. Ey wait, i dont write that way AT ALL! I just wanna show you people how YP nowadays type. Truly irritating isn't it? I dont even think i can write exactly like them. Isn't it menyusahkan orang? Why can't they just type normal english words? Nak cakap act cute, tak cute langsung. Annnnnd i don't usually type every single thing that happened on that particular day. I will just sum it up and write briefly on it. Siape lah yang nak bace bile aku tulis mcm ni "Pagi aku bangon kol 10. Pas tu aku mandi. Make up. Kol 12 kluar rumah jumpe matair aku naek taxi same2. Biler tengah jalan kasot stuck pat longkang bla bla bla." Mangkok, every detail nk kenek write kape? Biler sia mau game? When i first started blogging, i admit i did write that way. But now when i read back those posts, i really must say that i was soooo childish. Muahahahaha!

Ok skip that . . . . .


Now im really really broke. I just have to wait till Friday til i get my pay. Haiz, bile mau start Final theory ni? Aiyo. Tomorrow going back to Bras Basah. Start at 9. Same old routine just like in the past. Wake up at 6. Out of the house by 7.30am. Have to stand and get squeezed in mrt till City Hall. High heels. Office wear. Early-early morning. Knock off take mrt squeezed among the crowds again. Reached home blisters all over the toes due to high heels. Mangkok! zZzZ. No comments. How i wish Bras Basah is just opposite my house.


Sadly, i can't buy anymore maccafe now. :'(

Siape yang sudi belikan aku? Muahahhaahhahahaha! No shame