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paraphernælia
1.04.2005 my mom does voodoo.
haha got baq not long ago. had a wayy better day today.

WAYY better

i woke at like 10 decided fuck dat i cant work today i jus cant. so i called a sickie and collapsed baq into bed till a reasonable hour in da day ie. 2pm. felt slightly piggish. dunno how jake is gonna live with me. lol.

so yea den went into work for a bit.. got called in and had to come down cos dey thought daz other guy was sick but it turned out he was only an hour fuckin late. no matter. i call raden and we meet up.

apparently hes real happy cos he jus got da new ps2 console.. for
*drum roll please*
$500 fuckin bucks.

i was jus like "shame."
went baq to woodlands to play pool and i am hit by a swarm of kids in uniform.

"apa mau pakai uniform!"
haha said hi to a few juniors who were dere. surprised dey still remember me. lol den went to play pool[as usual wen im with dem] was feelin pretty tired by then
BUT
i still managed to beat dem at pool beat raden twice, beat razie once..
i was jus like "yea!! im da man~"
maybe it was da top.
raden gave me shit bout my jeans. he was like "deir ur sisters rite??"
i was like "fuck no!"
he didnt wanna believe me so i was like
"da jeans were bought in malaysia.. now u believe deir mine??"

anyone who noes me and him will get it. fuck dat he jus burst out laughin and was like "okay okay now i believe u..."
and of course bein raden he didnt let me forget it for da rest of da day.
so much for his'bein nice' resolution..
went home not long after and jus gonna go watch scary movies now..
lol
with my maid cos i dunt wanna watch it alone
*glances around*
im NOT afraid
its jus i like company and no one else dares watch it

and no its not bout gurls with long hair dat can shriek.

ooh and my mom..? yea she is a weird one.
she jus suddenly told us that shes gonna put a bit of yellow string inside da sugar bowl so we shudent take it out if we see it.
she then takes out this realli creepy lookin piece of yellow string from a lil plastic bag

me and my dad are jus lookin at each other thinkin weve lost her to da fairies

"but mummy wat is it for?"
its for ur brother..
????
its to make all of u listen to me.
[-insert manical laugh and lightning here-]

my dad: "well i actualli think a lil computer chip in da back of their heads work better"
me: "daddddy.. mummy's doin voodoo. she thinks she can control faisal by putting string in da sugar. ooh im shaking.. i darent not listen to you now. i mean wat is that evil cursed yellow string gonna do to me if i dunt?"

my mum gives me da shuttup glare and proceeds, cradling da sting like its a lifeline, to go downstairs and put it in da friggin sugar bowl.

talk bout my family. weird bunch of freakpots we all are.
i look at my dad again and im jus like "crazy asians and their crazy superstitious ideas huh?"
hes like "tell me bout it! i married her and ended up with u lot.."

thanks alot dad. dats not how i played da conversation out to be.

so yea i shall avoid da sugar bowl and its noose-shaped-scary-lookin-mind-controllin-yellow-stringed contents.

shit i want milo. well im off to make myself a cup. if i dunt blog.. well jake i love u. and i dunt have muny so no one gets nuthin.. and call da cops and tell dem my mom tried to kill me.

LOL
noob~


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