woh!

like who on earth pay for the taxi inside the taxi, when you're in egypt? and who on earth pay for the taxi, inside the taxi, when you still have bags in the boot, in egypt?

a housemate of mine.

i just lost 220LE worth of groceries. 6kg of Persils, etc etc. simply because my housemate kindly pays the taxi because she was sitting in the co-pilot seat. usually it's me who'll sit infront but then today i dont feel like it. ceh.

i was waiting for the driver to open up the boot because it's locked obviously if not then i would've open it up by myself. then the taxi move a little bit, i thought because of the traffic then it just speed off. i tried to chase the taxi la obviously i'm no triathlete or anything near that la fuck la isk.

but the 3 of my housemate was obviously stunned by what just happened and stood there static at first before making little steps. and one of them even yelled at me because i failed to chase the taxi. what the fuck is the attitude??? oh man, u only have like, urm, less than quarter of what i bought today. and u didn't put effort to actually stop the car and yet yell at me some more. tq man. should've save your yelling for the taxi driver, no? ei fuck la like this.

but then amazingly i'm no where near angry or mad. just need a good sleep and in my sleep, i'll dream of myself indulging in every stolen things. i will dream of eating (yoghurt), peeling (guavas) and eat them peacefully while waiting for my clothes tumbling in the washing machine with (persils) dissolved powder. and my panties feeling fresh because i just changed my (pantiliner), and my rice cooker is steaming rice while it also steam (fish fillet) with (okra) in assam pedas paste. my skin also feels extra fresh because of the new (toner).

but obviously i'm pretty frustrated of what just happen. :((

futnote : i think i saw things coming already because i didnt buy anything un-consume-able. haih. god, i dont read signs.

bye.

lonely tree. kesiannya

picture was taken on my way back; on his favourite highway; using our c902 se. its nearing dawn, swear i heard nothing that came out from pop's mouth. i was awfully beaten. the sky was slightly orange but altered in the picture, due to the 85% tintered window. sigh. tough luck.

currently soaked with : mew - snowflakes. and yes, i'm dedicating this song to someone in particular.

identiti gua dicuri...

...oleh seekor bangsat.

bayangkan pada hari ke-lima gua sedang bersenang lenang di bumi Malaya, tiba-tiba ada awek tua call gua. dan minta gua jelaskan hutang gua kepada syarikat telekomunikasi yang majoriti pengguna adalah orang-orang tua (termasuk mak dan bapak gua). gua remaja, sudah tentu guna maxis. jadi?

yang paling tak masuk akal bila nombor cccelcom itu didaftarkan pada bulan Mac dan di-terminate (ARGH APAKAH TERMINATE DALAM BAHASA?) pada bulan May. gua rasa gua tak adalah kat bumi Malaya pada sewaktu itu. hmm.

jadi pada hari yang gua dapat panggilan telefon tersebut, gua terus ke pusat perkhidmatan pelanggan cccelcom. lepas tu pulak dapat operator yang boleh tahan dungu. kompeni bukan main besar, fraud bukan main banyak tapi takdak borang fraud. lagi pulak gua disuruh balik rumah dan tulis surat aduan dan kemudian barulah mereka akan bawa surat itu ke pihak atasan. apa semua ni? kecibaian?

jadi gua malas nak tulis-tulis surat. gua buat bodoh.

hari ini gua dapat surat peguam pulak sebab hutang tu. tu lah akibat kalau kita buat bodoh. ya?

apa kata anak gua nanti (kalau gua kahwin dan beranak) bila tau ibunya berhutang seawal usia 20 tahun dengan cccelcom. tu satu hal tapi kalau mereka dapat tahu betapa tak coolnya gua sebab 'gunakan' cccelcom sewaktu usia muda? tekanan.


p/s : tips elakkan kecurian identiti, bila daftar untuk apa-apa sila palangkan di penjuru atas dan bawah salinan fotostat IC/Passport anda. contoh kalau daftar cccelcom sila palang bahagian atas dan bawah dan tulis 'for cccelcom use only'. ini hanya tips utk ELAK. macam gua, setiap kali pun gua palang macam tu, sejak gua tingkatan-tingkatan. tapi,masih lagi kena fraud bagai. cibailah!

terbeban dengan rindu

for once in my life i wish my boyfriend's a gay.

berdosa tak? isk!

dialog merepek #01

lelaki : lembutnya pipi sayang. kulit sayang halus.

perempuan : hehe teruja kan?

lelaki : ???

perempuan : tahu dah, awek lama awak kan penuh jerawat hahahahaha.

lelaki : ...

combo berita gembira dan berita celaka

it always happen to me when i find such urgency to use public toilet, i found asshole's shoes print on the mangkuk jamban's lid. why on earth would jamban duduk be call so if it is meant for u to fucking cangkung on it?! i know being a girl makes everything harder. for i always imagine little bacteria/viruses dangling on the lid, i always need to cover the whole lid with paper tissues before proceeding my business. what a pain. to hell save the environment, use hanky not tissue thingy. (who would want to cover up the jamban lid using hanky weh? saiko gile)

fariz asked me on what is the most famous brand of jamban. i have this habit of googling everything i didn't know. so i fucking google 'mangkuk tandas terkenal'. (don't laugh just yet, i google for mostly everything like 'how to kill mosquitoes effectively' and 'how to get rid of bed bugs', 'how to prevent rashes on baby's butt' etc etc). and i found scary image of a woman having her butt scrapped off because the noble mangkuk tandas fucked her while she was cangkung-ing on it!!

well, they say that the ceramic jamban cannot hold weight at only one point. so we have to distribute our weight via the proper way of using jamban duduk that is to sit on it and not cangkung, ok? that got me thinking, last time during my anatomy lesson my respectable dr a*man said that during sitting position, weight is focused at the point where we sit. and who bloody sit with the whole thigh on the jamban? i don't! so the point is, my weight is still focused at one point of the jamban and not properly distributed. aaaaaaaaa. so the same thing could actually happen to anyone! berita celaka adalah saya tidak berak dan kencing dengan aman sejak 3 hari selepas melihat gambar tersebut. it's fucking disturbing i swear. :(

dan berita gembira adalah, saya mendapat idea supaya selepas ini bila saya nak terkencing atau terberak di universiti, tiada lagi kesan tapak kasut di jamban. i think i should print the image and paste it on alexandria convention centre's toilet. so friggin malay who likes to cangkung on it find a nasty way to break their habit. HAH!

i pity the girl though. things happen. and it could happen to anyone.

p/s 1 : oh siapa nak tgk gambar tu silalah google 'mangkuk tandas terkenal' atau 'jamban'. saya tidak mahu letak gambar itu sebab saya takut nak tengok lagi sebenarnya haha.

p/s 2 : saya rindu jamban cangkung dekat rumah mbah. (mbah=nenek dalam bahasa jawa.)

kita seronok

bila kita yang paling baik;
bila kita yang paling cantik;
bila kita yang paling molek;
bila kita yang paling (kata adjektif mulia disini).

tapi yang paling seronok adalah,
bila kita terima orang lain
yang tidak sebaik kita;
yang tidak secantik kita;
yang tidak semolek kita.

p/s : aku tak seronok buat masa sekarang. oo yeah!