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MohammadHanif
Like most blogs, this blog has been misused as an open diary for the public to view. And as usual, this blog will either contain my random thoughts, something happy or fucked up. And thats Liyana. I love her alotlot :D
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11/9/2004-thursday-juzz stuff about yest.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
hi again guys.
ok lah, i admit dat eversince i saw her foto, ma life i haf been on the boring side. not dat ma life was boring, i juzz felt dat wadeva i did was boring, (shit, dun thinks its gonna rain) but i'm still taking dat i had a horrible holidae.
ok, todae was juzz, "ok". nuttin special happened.
yar, juzz wanna tell yall dat ma baby kuzzin has finally came home for first time of his life.
(like u guys give a damn)
back to ma dae...
oh yar, i tell yall abt yest. first.
yest. at 7.45pm, i was so damn bored (eventhough i'm juzz back from johor) dat i decided to get out of the house. so i decided dat i was going to popular bkshop n get a music cd.
b4 i went to popular, i stopped by the lib. first to c whether i haf any overdued book. ma status was ok. then i decided to walk around n c if ma fwens r there. i saw suhaili (pri. skoolmate), but i dunno whether he saw me. if he did, its so rude of him not to say hi.(haha, actually i was the rude one lah coz i never say hi when i saw him). the word library shud onli include the first 3 floor coz it doesn't suit the 4th floor. it was more like a hangout place than a reading place. ppl listening to music lah, ppl lying down on the big cushion lah, ppl fooling around lah. if onli they'd open a mini fast food shop or sumtin up there dat sells real cooked food, then the top level is open 24hrs, onli accesible to teenagers. wouldn't be gr8 , its heaven for me...
k, enough abt the library.
i then went on to popular.
went in the cd rama.
guess wad, i saw system's "steal this album" cd. dat cd was realeased like centuries ago yet its still there.
too bad coz i'm currently waiting for system's latest album cummin out dis december, i think.
aniwae, i browse n browse n browse yet i dun haf any interest in any cd.
so i got out of there n looked at the non-fiction sectioned books. then i stumble upon this veri gr8 book called "stupid white men" written by michael moore.
flipped to a page n read a paragraph.
then there's dis sentence. it was farkin funny.
goes sumtin like dis.
"......yet the taliban members n osama hated clinton.(SEX!!BAD!!)"
get it?? the taliban ppl n osama hated bush bcoz clinton had sex wif monica lewinski.
if u guys dun get it, better check u'r sense of humor.
well, if u get the joke, then u'll get the meaning of the book. so, i recommend yall this gr8 book..
so instead of buying a cd, i bought the book which, was actually cheaper then cds.
wah, tok so long abt yest., wad happen abt todae...
well, nvm lah, today nuttin much happen.
juzz drew(scribble) sum grafitti or wadeva u call it on a piece of paper.
dats all lah.
buaiz....

--anep--
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