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Asma Hamid

I'm the anon that stalks on you. I'm the anon that insults you. I'm the anon that gives you crappy advice. I'm the anon that you fight with. I'm the anon that talks true shits. And I'm the anon that you didn't know.

absoluteloud-ness: 2006-2008
iztele: 2009

BTW, just because the layout is pink, it doesn't mean I like pink.
23 March 2010
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We left early in the morning and arrived at 12, was it? Had to wait for Papa and Hakim to pray. They brought KFC along. So we ate KFC without the chilli sauce for the first time ever! WHOA. Kay, no. Since it was bloody warm outside, we stayed in until Asar and we went to town. We actually went to the port. So we walked along the side with Muaz running here and there. We wanted to watch the sunset but buildings were covering it. In the end, we went home to pray and shower. After that, we went out again to eat. We went to this one place which I don't know what it's called, it was a seafood restaurant though. We had dinner. Like real dinner. Like really really table full dinner. You don't get me? I know. Haha. IFLP in the car, I ate too much. We then went to this island and it was actually a soon-to-be port - for the ships. Then we went back to the apartment and crashed.

Woke up and got ready to go to the beach. We were like YAY! On the way, we stopped at the side to buy Nasi Lemak then we ate burnt Roti Canai for breakfast. Wicked, no? Anyway, after that, we reached Teluk Batik and had to walk proper far cos they wouldn't let cars in.

I was in the water and I wanted to swim so I went deeper. And I was there, not bothering anyone until I felt something touch my thumb. The water was up to my arm and suddenly I felt something touching my thumb. I reacted that instant and I obviously pushed it away. I swam and honestly, I wasn’t moving that much but I just wanted to get away from that gooey, horrid thing.

Once I was back on shore, I showed my mum my thumb that was stung and she said that it was nothing. It started to sting and white dots started revealing. I was scared. I don’t want to be a thumb short. Being a sissy I am, I started crying. My mum then got my sister to get this gel from the car.

I was sitting on the sand with my dad and suddenly, I felt something on my left. So I jumped and that was so gay of me. Phobia of moving things. Hah. Hah. After my dad applied the gel on my thumb, the white dots started to go.

After playing with the sand and everything, we had to go. So I payed one bloody ringgit to shower. After that, my sister and I bought some keledek to eat in the car and we drove back all happy. First thing I did was... Waida min. We stopped at this Briyani shop to buy some briyani and the guy that was packing out briyani was A TOTAL PAIN IN THE ASS. He glared and technically shouted at me for saying I want NASI KOSONG when I wanted NASI PUTIH. Wowwee. I nearly swore at the guy, I didn't. I don't care if he's old, he shouldn't disrespect other people. Anyway, Papa then went and brought back the briyani.

We went to the apartment and ate. Then... guess what we did? WE CRASHED IN FRONT OF THE TV! Which was bloody fun. I slept, like what else would I do, right? When it was Asar, I went to the swimming pool and swam. I wanted to dive in but once, I did and my nose scratched a bit cos it was too shallow. I'm a tall kid, alright?

After Maghrib, we went to this one seafood shop and bladibladibla. The tomyam wasn't enough. But atleast I didn't FLP. After that, Papa dropped us at this place to buy souvenirs but there were non so Aisyah suggested that we go to the market. When Papa dropped us off at the market, we realised that Muaz's pram was at the shop so they went to get it. As what I thought, there wasn't any souvenirs at the market but there were leeches, on people's face. Anyway, after that we walked to this other place and it was actually closing but this guy reopened his shop for us. In the end, we got what we wanted.

Day 3

We packed up and went home early in the morning.