hms. been kinda bad dae.. started off in de morn. man, i was sooo tired. by malay, all i wanted to do was slp. n nt tink of mr. stix. =( den malay blablabla. rohayahwas being irritating yet again. den somehow finished de malay. man, it was crap..

den my fav part of de dae. recess. din do much uh. eat. duh. den blabliblu. breezed thru ss n eng. eng was crap. den poa. pon uh. slp in toilet. for two periods. blaah. geared wid mp3. wahh. nice. lucky dere wasnt ani stink watsoever. nice. den aft tt got sax meeting. mymymy. fiona decided to conveniently dun come. tch. nehhs. watever.

aft dat. went all round sch to luk for heather. i was so pissed dat i missed jamming. cus of wat? meeting. why tudae? cos of kenneth. BLAAHHHH. tch. watever uh. i was goin roun lukin for heather. den so so..wat? pissed.tired.watever. decide kol mi dad. cos i wanna tok to bernard. i duno whye. but hev de sudden urge to tok to him abt mi hp thing. mebbe its cos i reali miss mi fone alot. sobx. ALOT.. =(((((((( den tok on PAYFONE. god. dey're so irritating. i giv de fonecard u jus bloody swallow it la! grr. den i kol mi mum. she stil kept on insisting dat i tok to mi dad. ALL DESE TIMES. she makes her own decision. now. CONVENIENTLY wanna follow mi dads decision. wtf. kays. watever. kol mi dad. blabliblu. i wanted to shout to de goddamn sticky fone. but dere were lots of ppl ard. aniwaes.. dis wat hapen.. sumthin lyk it

me: pa, i want tok to bernard. i wanna get mi fone bac.

him: wat for. dowan arh.

den blablabla. i forgot uh.

me: DEN ITS NOT FAIR. U GET UR FUN WID UR EGO, NOT LETTING ME HEV MI FONE. N BERNARD GETS HIS FUN OF NOT RETURNING MI FONE. UNTIL WEN U WANT LYK DIS. ITS NOT FAIR DAT I'M DE ONE HU'S SUFFERING. *pissed off wid angry tears.

him: *shuts up

me: n even if i tell him tt i wasn usin de fone wen it was confiscated, he wud go on saein dat i had de possession of a fone, which is against de sch rules

[lyk since wen i care abt rules sia]

him: *pauses. alar! dat wan is 1960 rules la.

me: HE DOESNT CARE WAT YEAR IT IS LA. [come to tink of it, onli walkie talkies existed, then. wad logic rite. i wonder if even de string-cup-fone invention was alreadi invented]

den blablablaa... i was so fucked up. i hang de fone. i stil went to bernard..

me: berr..mr. bernard. [whoops rite] i nid to tok abt mi fone. err.. mi parents arent arent able to come dwn to get mi fone bac. [wad a lie]

bernard: *super blank act blur wide eyed mouth gaping face* ya, den?

me: i was tinkin. can mi sis come dwn n lyk.. be de one taking de fone?

bernard: *same face* arrhhh.. ok la. how old is ur sis?

me: urm. 19.

bernard: okaayyy. so i nid ur mother to write an authorisation letter la.

me: shit. ok. yea. watever *walks away

AARRGHH. den i went bac to bandstore. i was tinkin so SO hard on wad to sae. cos during de fone call wid mi dad, i suggested mi sis help me take mi fone. n dat all he nids to do is to write a letter. n u noe wats his ans? NO. sheesh. ego. wahh. i was tinkin soo hard. i nvr did tt regularly.. n dat was y i was alone. i wanted to go to heather n char. ask deir opinion n stuf. but dey were in sect. n reali far awae. =( so i went to bernard again. nehneh heyang n two frens held him up. i stood dere lyk stone. now hafsah was wid him. grrr. tt kpo bitch. hafsah. rot u la. half-legal.. watever..

me: mr. bernard.. [phew]mi father doesn wanna sign de authorisation letter.

bernard: *aiyoh, tt same face* huh, whye.

me: i dunoo.. *dramatic pause. he saed, de onli wae i can get bac mi fone is wen u giv it to me urself

den he went on abt how i nid a guardian or parent ard. n hafsah kp butting in. im lyk..ARRHH!! SHUT THE F UP LA, WOMAN.

bernard: whye do u nid ur fone? to copy durin tests to call ur fr...

i cut him off cos i heard it lyk a gazillion times alreadi.

me: i got contacts in mi fone

bernard: oh, so mebbe i can giv u ur fone now n giv u sometime to copy the contacts. [pathetic sia]

me: or u can giv me mi sim card.. [lol. easier n hassle free solution rite. stupit blackie]

bernard: okk.. *walks awae to de office

me: *stood dere. >i didn wanna make small talk wid half-legal. den......................

halflegal: *i duno wat shit la. lyk..whye did u bring de fone. blablabla. OH. she got sae ur parents ask u to bring ur fone. den whye doesn he wana take bac de fone. or sumthin lyk dat

me: cus i wasnt using de fone. i was jus listenin to a discman. den mr. bernard saw me. he checked mi bag..*gives a bored look

halflegal: ooh. so where's de discman

me: it wasnt mine

halflegal: den hu's was it?

me: mi fren

halflegal: which fren?

me: a guy fren

halflegal: who??

me: *gives up. khai..

den bernard came. bleahh. phew. so kpo ar tt nenek - grandmother

bernard: *unstaples de crummy envelope he keeps mi dear fone in. *puts de fone in front of me

me: AH!

bernard: take out ur sim card.

me: *gladly. shit. i wanted to kiss or fuck it rite dere n den sia..

bernard: oks.

me: *walk away..

bernard: ehhh. wait. *writes some stuff on de envelope

me: *signed de pathetic envelope. *walks away..

bernard: ehhh. wait

me: lerrrr ape lagiiiii

bernard: ur not wearin animore eye... eye ape ah tu? [turns to halflegal n asks her]

me: hahaahaaa. liner.

bernard: ya, eyeliner?

me: no la..

bernard: n u dun hev ani pretty contacts?

me: i dun nid specs..

bernard: n i dun tink u shud hev all dese tattoos. if im rite, i tink muslims nt supose to hev tattoos rite.*points to mi left wrist *gets up

me: lol. oks. [MI TRE. SHUT UP LA. LYK AS IF IM GONNA REMOVE IT] *walks awae

halflegal: ehhhh. waiit. im not done wid u..

me: ARH! nenek nie eh...

halflegal: *nags n nags.

me: *puts mi palm on mi chin *gives a fucking bored look.

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ten years later

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me: dah? da abes?

halflegal: ah? no. *nags nags nags

me: *same face *observed her horrible eyelining. its so terok.

me: dah? da abes?

halflegal: ah? no. *nags nags nags

me: *gave some one word response

halflegal:why were u listenin to de discman?

me: i duno.. *boreeed..

halflegal: teens nowadaes do stuf without tinkin. wen asked why dey did sumthin, dey duno. den who is askin dem to do dese things?

me: huh... wth. we're not crazy. fine. i was bored.

halflegal: *watever crap shit blablabla

me: ok. done. bye cher. *rolls eyes n walk awae

AAHHH. FINALLY. so kpo noe. so i got mi simcard. but not mi fone. HELO BLACK SHIT. its been TWO months daa. give it a rest will ya. mi dads ego wud mean im gettin mi fone at de end of de year. bleahhs. watever la ehh..

n by de end of de dae. i was pissed. stupit halflegal. whu did she tink she was, trynna advise mi parents. deir prob la how dey raise me up. stupit nenek. i prefer bernard anitime. OH. n she talked abt mi fringe. wanted to see mi brows n eyes. LOL. FAT HOPE. NOBODY touches mi fringe. U DIE BITCH if u EVER lay a finger on it..

ahh. nth else to sae. i missed jamming sessions. =(((( hates it.. watever. kays. gd niite... im sms-ing lyk mad. helo...two months baybeh... heh. k. ciao-

ohya, halflegal is mdm hafsah. de irritating malay teacher dat wud ohso oftenly catches u for ur wonderfully short skirt, beautifully coloured bras n awesome earholes n studs. u noe hu now?