Hello.
I'm supposed to be at the mosque right now. Doing tests perhaps. Well decided not to go or take the test either. I dowan to take ah.. Hope the rest are doing fine.
Friday
After prayers i made my way to Beach road. I was looking for someTHING. While doing that i inspected bags for when school reopens. Beach road level 3 was a new experience although i've been to level 1 a couple of times. So there i was walking in circles looking for the THING. Most of the time i was aimless. Walk summore till i ended up at bugis. Took a bus to paya lebar and got the roller. $1 only. I got myself 2. Went home after that.
After break fast i went to Rumah Cik Tipah to deliver some "goods". Shhh! dont let anybody hear. I might get in trouble. hush. So i took my yellow bike and paddled my way to Cik Tipah's house. Lucky there werent any policemen in sight. Or so i thought. Nearing my destination at the walkway under the MRT track. There was a group of 4 people, two woman, two men, all wearing shades in the darkness of night. I should've known! the C/I/D. When they realised their disguises were more than pathetic and did not fool me, they chased me. Pinned me to the ground. Thank goodness i watch TV and mastered the technique of sending people flying away with a dominating pose and dry ice smoke through chinese Kungfu serials and Indonesian ones too. True enough they werent sent flying ungracefully and fell hard on their backs. With a filck of my ankle while hovering in the air, my bicycle that was lying on the floor stood up. My buttocks hit the seat and i made my escape. The four victims of duplicated television violence were left massaging their head, shoulder with a face of discomfort [Just like in the television.]
Okay okay.. So i only brought planta, ghee and semolina flour to Cik Tipah's house.
Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is totally unintentional. An ant was harmed during the fliming. It peacfully rests under my bicycle tyre.
I better start painting my room.
Went to M'sia yesterday for my Family's Monthly stock-up-the-house-with-essential-nonsense-till-we-drop-and-no-more-cupboard-space. I always have fun rolling the long reciept. The trip home was a bit slow.
You're such a sad ass ah.. I guess thats why they call you sadist.
No idea. no idea.
Hampa benar beta
Pahlawan Putih.
I'm supposed to be at the mosque right now. Doing tests perhaps. Well decided not to go or take the test either. I dowan to take ah.. Hope the rest are doing fine.
Friday
After prayers i made my way to Beach road. I was looking for someTHING. While doing that i inspected bags for when school reopens. Beach road level 3 was a new experience although i've been to level 1 a couple of times. So there i was walking in circles looking for the THING. Most of the time i was aimless. Walk summore till i ended up at bugis. Took a bus to paya lebar and got the roller. $1 only. I got myself 2. Went home after that.
After break fast i went to Rumah Cik Tipah to deliver some "goods". Shhh! dont let anybody hear. I might get in trouble. hush. So i took my yellow bike and paddled my way to Cik Tipah's house. Lucky there werent any policemen in sight. Or so i thought. Nearing my destination at the walkway under the MRT track. There was a group of 4 people, two woman, two men, all wearing shades in the darkness of night. I should've known! the C/I/D. When they realised their disguises were more than pathetic and did not fool me, they chased me. Pinned me to the ground. Thank goodness i watch TV and mastered the technique of sending people flying away with a dominating pose and dry ice smoke through chinese Kungfu serials and Indonesian ones too. True enough they werent sent flying ungracefully and fell hard on their backs. With a filck of my ankle while hovering in the air, my bicycle that was lying on the floor stood up. My buttocks hit the seat and i made my escape. The four victims of duplicated television violence were left massaging their head, shoulder with a face of discomfort [Just like in the television.]
Okay okay.. So i only brought planta, ghee and semolina flour to Cik Tipah's house.
Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is totally unintentional. An ant was harmed during the fliming. It peacfully rests under my bicycle tyre.
I better start painting my room.
Went to M'sia yesterday for my Family's Monthly stock-up-the-house-with-essential-nonsense-till-we-drop-and-no-more-cupboard-space. I always have fun rolling the long reciept. The trip home was a bit slow.
You're such a sad ass ah.. I guess thats why they call you sadist.
No idea. no idea.
Hampa benar beta
Pahlawan Putih.
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