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Siti Khairiah. i'm sweet like candy and i'm still mummy's princess.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tell me why.....

Tell me, why must there be the word SOCCER in this earth? That soccer thingy really getting on my nerves. Mcm ass hole sia. Everywhere i go , people will be like, " whats the score", or, " who lawan who." annoying isnt it?

That sunday , went out with bf and his friends, like finally, we watched the karate kid. While we were buying popcorns and drinks, the guys were literally busy with their phone checking the score for the soccer game. Now, tell me again, which woman doesnt get pissed in that kind of situation?

Someone hit my nose while i was working the other night. I know im small but like , common la, if you hit something or someone , dont tell me you dont realise it? That person didnt even say sorry . Well, nehmine, cursed you! :)) now i feel like my nose mcm senget leh. Hopefully not.

Ever wished to be someone else or even SOMETHING else? Well, for me , if i get the chance to change to anything, i'll prefer to be bf's bike. Why? Because, when his bike's spoilt, he would fix it right away. If his bike gets dirty, he would clean it up right away, if his bikes looks ugly , he would decorate it till it look nice. See?? His bike gets all his attention which i actually need. How lucky to be his bike... ? Very. And thats the reason why i wanted to be his bike rather than to be his girlfriend. HAHA.

July's coming soon. In other words, i'll bankrupt soon. Why oh why must so many babies born on july? Shitto!

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