yours truly,
xoxoxo.


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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brudders
Thursday, July 20, 2006
younger brothers are a menace. they'll use your things and either finish them or spoil them. i've never thought of the consequences of having a brother till now. though i'm not regretting having one, they're still an irritation, well, most of the time. i've got many many many evidences to support them. (see that i typed 'many' three times. its called repetition and used to exaggerate the word. hah.) once i went home and found out that my ELECTRIC guitar strings and the pickup area has plastercine on it. luckily it wasnt that bad. then i have this long tube of glue which i've only used once and now its only one-third filled. my eyeliner which i've also used only once isnt sharp anymore. the missing piece is on my table, written on it. i left the house with a thick roll of sticky tape but went home, only the paper thingy was left. then theres my cupboard which has been scribbled with marker. MY MARKER! some other stuff my bro did but was in no relation to me was that he placed my mom's handphone into a glass filled with water. my mom came in my room asd asked why her phone cant be turned on. i realised theres waster coming out from the adapter slot. i opened up the casing and found out that the inside of the phone have water in it. brothers oh brothers.
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