herlermak....

I just wasted about forty-five minutes going to madrasah. In the end there was no madrasah. I came with a long face, the classroom was deserted and locked. And I went to the toilet because I had a freaking stomachache. Then everybody was saying why are you here? There's no madrasah today. I'm like sheesh. -smilescoldly- Then I had to walk all the way to the lrt station and take it home. As if that wasn't enough, there was a mamak and an indonesian maid together. The mamak was pretending to point out his house and the maid looked over her shoulder and didn't notice his face was so damn freaking near to her boobs. But of course he pulled away when she turned back. That is so lameee. Not to mention evil. Sheesh. But the maid deserved it lah. Man her top was like so damn tight and then her lipstick was a cross between hot pink and flaming red. Sheesh. These people don't have anything better to do or what? Takder kerja lain. Sheesh. But lucky the maid was wearing a skirt. Not leopard pants or something. I would have died. She seriously looked like she'd stuffed her bra or something man. It was unreal the way her boobs sticked out like that. I was being alim and wearing a tudung. She gave me a stare and a disgusted look and went all honeybunny-ish with the mamak. As if anybody but her would want him. And I had to get down the lrt station and walk far far far far farrrr inside to my home. Sheesh.

That's still not it. I bumped into somebody from my pri sch. Let's just say my former object of affections. He forced me to stop for a chat and I was still in my tudung and I was all sweaty. Sheesh. Of course I wanted to go home and -landing- but noooo. He just had to talk for 15 freaking minutes. Now he knows my msn. Sheesh. Shit he's gonna bug me like hell. But I shan't block him. I'm a nice girl. I love people. (: