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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.
26 June 2010
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2:59 PM 0 Comments

Yozza, yozza, guess where I am?!

LOL. I'm in Beseri (MRSM Perlis), my mum's chatting, my dad's walking around checking people do some interviews and Muaz is sleeping. Mum and Dad ditched the interview session that they're suppose to join cos we're going to Padang Besar... soon.
A: I'm going to padang besar, where kampung people go to buy fake stuff.
H & J: We go to Petalling Street.
Q: Well, rich people buy fake stuff in China.
So yesterday was well sick... coz I get to see Q after 7 months apart. I came first aND got a whole box of GOBSTOPPERS. Q ROCCCKKSSS. Then Fatin told me that she's selling shoes. FREAAAAKKKIIINNNGGGG WIICCCKKKEEEDDDD NIKE HIGH TOPS. And she's selling em for RM247 each and I want to buy it but then it's from a factory outlet which are rejected ones. After that we just talked and Q was PMS-ing. She was all angry lol. We played pictionary; Hana and I failed. BOOOOO. At around 4 something, we all went out to walk around waiting for my dad. Then Papa came and we went off to Perlis.

Stopped at a few places and arrived. I was so sleepy because papa kept waking me up firstly to pray, then to eat and at last when we arrived. And I still remember, everytime Papa waked me up, i said ''Do I have to'' how female doggy am I lol. Nak makan pun kena force.

Last night, I was scared. I chatted with Hana til 2 coz I had to stay in a hotel room by myself, I mean, who wouldn't be scared? But then I slept at 3 something.

I had to take cate of Muaz the whole morning but everything paid off coz i had 2 ABCs LIKE WOOT WOOT. Kay bye.



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03 June 2010
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9:55 PM 0 Comments

Thinner than ever...
THE (insert a tv name) !

I'm just kidding. Hakim's back. Yes, let the fuss begin. Hakim going to MRSM made him appreciate me more. He annoys me, yes but not as much as long time ago. I used to be so pissed off with him for annoying me. But now, the annoyance is not that high. So it is true, the fact that you will only realise you need that somebody when they're gone. And that separation have its goodness.

KAisyah's going to go back to Langkawi with Hakim. But she's going 2 days after him. They were making fun of me before. The fact that I couldn't go to MRSM Langkawi. At that time, I didn't mind but now I feel so left out. Soon both of them will be gone and I'll still be stuck here. Not that I mind, but I do feel left out.

Imagine your brother and sister are already up in space while you're still cleaning the toilets in Comet. That is how I feel. Then they'll come back and they'll be talking about Mars and Pluto but you could only talk about the poo inside toilet bowl number 10. Then they'll have all these secrets like how the astronauts are trying to get rid of Venus and the only secret you have is about your friend having a diarrhea. Then they'll be in serious relationships with some of the astronauts and the most serious relationship you've ever had is with the toilet brush.

I do feel sad and I would do anything to join them. But then wouldn't this be a good motivation for me? Or not.

So now, let another fuss parade begin... when they leave.

BTW, I'm still not cooking.