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Tuesday, August 4, 2009, 11:59 AM
I still owe 10 days of fast, and before Ramadhan arrives, I better clear them off soon. I don't like the idea of being beguilled in debt with the 'upper people'. You never know if 'they' would ever give you another chance to celebrate the festive season. DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD THAT IS? The more I think of it, I'm scared shitless. Anyway, I'm expecting to be clapped out of my soul and dead on my bare feet by the time I get home every other night that's coming. Training has just commenced last evening, and Shawtay's the second person we know best in physical drills. You could end up having your ovaries stuck in your throat and needed a straw to suck them back down. Atleast I have SOMEBODY willing to do the dirty job for me. *inside joke* Stop laughing. Whoever you are. I haven't even gotten to the worst part of practice, and I've already injured my arm, my foot and my breasts. Courtesy of Miyo's stick-long legs and brick-hard foot and a set of stupid teeth, not forgetting her dual, Fishball, who's having multiple hormonal breeding and decided she needed to squeeze my twins trigger-happily. Sick pervert. *LAUGHS* On another note, I think something's wrong with me. I tend to want to say things without thinking, but because I finally snapped out of it, I ended up blushing to myself. I'm lucky enough I hadn't said my thoughts aloud, people would think................................................just so wrongly of me. *shrugs* I don't even know what the hell I'm talking about. Sheesh. Plus, I didn't know Nenek Keropok has a Facebook account. Hmm. Some people really do not want to feel deprived of keeping up with today's high technology in socializing. I'm fasting today. Please be patient if I happen to be slow, uh...............no, taking my damned time to register certain minor information. If you have a lot to say, please do so after 7.16pm tonight. I will be waiting. Till then, behave yourself. Au revoir. P.S: You melt in my mouth, not at the palm of my hand. the girl who never grew up, Million Dollar Mutton |
milliondollarmutton Rabiatul Adawiyah Intelligently 2-W E N T-double E ONE popularly known as Bit they call me Mutton 25 March 1989 Freelance Professional Makeup Artist plugg_screambox@hotmail.com |
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