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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.
18 October 2010
11:33 PM 0 Comments

Hai, aku blog hari ni sebab aku baca blog lama aku lepastu aku rasa macam aku akan regret sampai aku mati kalau aku tak post apa2.
Nanti sah-sah aku akan nangis cam orang gila kalau aku tak post apa2. Dulu2, sense of humour aku memang tinggi tahap KLCC, sekarang, underground shelter pun tak boleh kalah. Kalau tak faham, tak apa lah.

Today I had to play netball. I WAS FORCED TO. Biggest regret of my life. Dah lah diorang tak reti main (no offence). Memalukan aku je. And then Ami-assface macam kurang ajar gila.

Went into the hall and they told us to write a letter. WANNA KNOW WHAT WAS IN MINE?

Dear mummy,
I love you so much that words couldn't express. So basically, there's no point of me writing this because you already know that.

And then everyone else started writing and they teared up. Softies. Then the counsellor started calling people out. It was hella funny. After a few, the guys at the back legged it.

Then the bell ring. The end.

SEE HOW BORING IT IS. but because of you future asma. :D