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Friday, January 19, 2007


Posting from school. Akakaka. Yesterday was such a bloggable day. Unlucky but bloggable.

First period in the morning is PJ. So I should have brought my PJ clothes. But my maid misunderstood me and put Pooi Cheng's shirt (which I borrowed since her party last year) in my bag only when I told her to put both. So no PJ clothes=write down name. So unlucky, last monday only Puan Faridah sadi those who didn't bring their PJ clothes without a letter from their parents is considered as ponteng PJ and casn be punished. My name's on the list now, so careful careful.

Next, I forgot to bring my Karangan book and YE sample product to school. YE sample is not such a big priority even though its important.(YE is a society in school) But KARANGAN is scary. That's because Cik Guna is quite scary. She uses her "shadowless hands" kung fu (mo ying) to whack students who didn't bring books or don't do homework. So I tulan already. After PJ, I quickly went to the public phone and called my mum to bring my stuff. And she brought the book just in time to pass up. Thank God.

Then that night went for Chemistry class. Boring. On the way back, my mother's steering wheel (driving the jaguar) went senget. So thought one tyre poncet already. Btw, it was raining heavily. Very heavily. So Gary got down and confirmed that the tyre was punctured. So we got down and took out the spare tyre, the jack, and the wrench thingy. Gary and my mum tried to unscrew the bolt thing with the wrench thingy. FAIL. Then my dad came with my maid. Dad said we have to jack up a bit before start unscrewing. But he coiuldn't really feel the right place to put the jack. Then my relative's boy-friend came and change the tyre for us in half the time we tried to fix it. Tulan.

Soaking wet with flu. But drugs have cured me again! Akakakaka.....I can brethe!!!! Lalalalalala

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