heyy heyy! long time since i've been updating this blog. miss me? haha. so yeah, alot of stuff that had happened to me lately and i planned to post on blogs but i guess im too busy so far :P
erm, right now im in the library. haha. im supposed to be with my bro playing soccer with him and his friends, which is also my childhood bestie. erm guess not! they are to boring! i dun understand why guys love hanging out under the block, and play cards and soccer and stuff. i dun feel their style.
well, last time is diff, i dun mind sitting on the floor under the block. i dun mind sharing drinks to those guys. hahaha. to think abt it, eeew! ouh well, thats what minahs do. they even share ciggars, what do you expect??
no. i dun intend to blog abt my minah life. i dun even remember who is closest 'god sister'. so yeah, met zauffry (i forgot how to spell his name). wow! he has grown alot taller. you woudnt believe that he has a childish mind - a sick ones! gameboys and monster deck cards is still his game. well, at least he has changed his voice, which sounds so freaky. new matured hairstyle, mohawk! haha and a geeky specs :P
zauffry's brother, zeckry -gosh!! he is the cutest boy ever!! haha. just imagine, he is p6 right now, but his body size is almost abt my p1 bro. cute right!!! hahaha. im obsessed with short little cute kids.
well, i tried to avoid firdaus (fir), heard that he gonna come by soon. so i went to the library alone. there goes my soccer match :P haha. as if im gonna play with 'em. im wearing palm shoes anyway.
the boys were shocked to see me changed alot. like woah, they still call me 'syahmi's sister' or 'afiq's sister' (my bro has 2 names). and some of them still wanna shake hand with me, like we did last time. the handshakes were not a plain handshakes, you know, minah's handshake which i cant remember how. those guys were so rough towards me lar.. i dun blame them anymay, thats wad i used to be, rough!
henderson road has alot of memories. i wish i cant remember them, but i did. hmmph. better not talk abt my past. too complicated lar dey.
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