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Wednesday, April 19, 2006 4:10 PM ;||*still on my two legs*|| afterall, it do feels great having your friends in your home, visiting you and crapping with you. can you believe it. they were here a moment ago and im so touched. to the two dudes and one babe, thank you for visiting your panata. they came at 12.30pm, although i think that's a wee bit too early, but luckily i've taken my bathe and breakfast. gee. nassier insisted on switching off the tv for idontknowwhat reason. he even took the remote control away and placed it beside the television, so that no one can switched on the tv. hahahaa. "if you want to watch tv, go home." he claimed. heh, now it seems as though he's the owner of the house. haha. so to kill the boredom, i brought out my photo albums. they were having fun laughing at how silly preetyboy and i looked back then in our secondary school uniform. hey, that's what you call memories okay. plus, how i used to look a little chubby (preetyboy, just say that ive lose weight okay. the meaning is still the same, though) and preetyboy, a little short (he's gain a lil height :P). hahaa. and the slimmer side of nassier (it's not that i want to tell others you've gained weight, ha!). hey, try asking me to stand in my sec uniform. short skirt, ankle socks, tucked in shoelace. put me under the sun. dyed hair. focus on my head. unpinned fringe, double studs on each ear. tsk! you just name it - from always being late for school to fighting outside school and to mixing around with much more older hooligans. and from getting all those screams by the discipline master to sitting outside the general office and to being questioned by the police. ah, i seemed to be so infamous back then, and i miss those days. it's fun to irritate the teachers and discipline master at times. ha ha ha. and the three munkys were excited upon seeing the pictures during our trip to the zoo. soon after nassier left for his doctor's appointment, preetyboy and syasya insisted that i should give my bandage a new dressing so that they can see how ew and yucks my wounds are. it was like an avoiding game. the more i tried to avoid preetyboy from sitting directly in front of me while i un-bandaged my foot, the closer he got. you know, although all they did were to watch me un-bandaged it, it felt as though their stares actually adds more pain and stress to me. hahahaaa. on a brighter note, i love their companies. oh please, don't stop me from going to tuition today. i'll go mad if i stay longer at home. i don't mind limping my way to the bustop and board the bus. it's okay if people were to stare at me as though i have a distorted foot, because as long as i can breathe in the fresh air again, i don't give a shit about them at all. ceh! bottomline, i don't care. i just want to go out. That's It For Today. Goodbye.
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