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24 April, 2005
Burp Phace
"Zakaria! One more time from u and u're grounded!! Behave urself!!!"
Yo man. Those were tha exact words which came out from some-bodie. Haiz. T'dae was like my burping day or sumthin'. Yearh. Burp'd so loud after breakfast, let out another one during Sirah lesson juz now at madrasah and made a total fool out of myself, burp'd some more after eating Nasi Briyani wit' my fwenz, and yar, had tha ear-deafening one during dinner wit' family some moment ago. And because of dat, I nearly got grounded! As a punishment, I lost 1/4 of my pocket money for next week, which is totally fweakin' pissing me off rite now! Shitz. Ibu told me dat I've got to control myself or there won't be any eating outside no more. Heh. Big deal. I wanna see how they live without burping. Let's see who could resist burping.. Hehe.
Juz now was Majlis Haflah 2005 at my madrasah. Didn't do much studying. Slack'd all tha way. Listened to a coupla cd's. Didn't realised dat I've been dozing off until dat some one woke me up. Hehe. I was so damn tired, man. Wad to do? Been up all nite yesterday. Yearh. Talked to me parents bout me shitz. Haiz. Finally, all tha stuff bottled up inside has been out. I told them everything. From A to Z. From skool works to my personal life. Yearh. They knew. All dis while they knew about tha...nevermind. But they kept quiet. Why? Haiz. Back to todae's story. After waking up, I day-dreamt about wad it would be to be a gurl. Hehe. I dun noe why I keep having stoopid thoughts diz days. But, yearh. It made tha hair on my neck stand. Ooooh. Then, I remebered dis boy who's very 'soft' way back in primary 2. I wonder wad has he become..? Eeee! Better not think. Snapped back to reality when she woke me up again. Then I burp'd. All eyes on me now. Very paiseh. Could hear some gurls giggling. Shitz. Hid my head in my bag. Then, I kept looking at one direction: tha door. Waited to be dismissed. Fell asleep again...
Went down. Thought we could eat. But no. Shitz. Stomach growling. Had to serve them people. Hmm. No choice. Should I protest? No thanx! Carried on wit' my 'volunteery' work. Guess wad? Met Cikgu Syarifah with her child. Come to think of it, she lives in Ang Mo Kio. So, no surprise lar. Hmm. After all dat, we finally got to eat. Planned to haf two servings..but I do think of others, u noe?! Whoa. Went home with 'heavy load', in my tummy. Hehe. Alhamdulillah..
Reached home at 1 plus. Rested for a while. Then went to library at 2. Planned to complete my homework there. Well, no seats were empty. Occupied. Every one of them. I was left standing, hopelessly. Shitz. Borrowed a book instead. Went home straight after dat...wait! Top-up my h/p before dat. Hehe. Laid flat on my bed when I reached home. Homework still undone. Dun intend to do so. Nevermind. Tha least to happen to me is to get serious steaming from Radha tomorrow... Heck care!!
reminisced;
- 8:50 PM
