Hi.
I am not at all loving life.
I don't HATE it.
I just don't LOVE it.
I always complain on how not awesome my life is but it's true.
Heh.
*sigh*
Anyway, the other day, Tuesday September 23rd, I went out to break my fast.
Went out to JUSCO Taman Universiti with Da Lil' Man and Mikel were the only ones MAN enough to go out.
The others are CHICKENS and SISSIES.
I went out and fetched Da Lil' Man at 6.30 p.m. or so and Mikel had already been on his way there.
Upon arrival, JUSCO was PACKED.
Yeah.
The people were like in a sardine can waiting to opened and eaten.
McDonald's, KFC, Johnny's, Sedap Corner ... EVERYWHERE was packed.
We had already planned on eating at Secret Recipe but it was full, too.
I broke my fast (WTF?!) by drinking a bottle of Pop and bought a Papa Roti bun.
I decided to pray first and prayed to God for space.
Yes, it sounded really funny then it still does know.
It's just that I don't know how to transmit the humour and hilariousness of the dialogue among me, Da Lil' Man and Mikel.
Anyway, we only got to eat at Secret Recipe at 7.50 p.m.
Even then we only ordered the food and not hadn't really got the food yet.
I ordered Prawn Macaroni with Cheese and Ice Lemon Tea.
Da Lil' Man had Chicken Cordon Bleu and drank Hot Chocolate.
Mikel ordered Lasagne (Beef) and also had Hot Chocolate.
We also got Aussie Cheese.
Ate until we were, surprisingly, full.
Then, we hit the arcade.
Played LA Machineguns and used up a total of RM 18 more or less.
We got to the final misssion but Mikel didn't survive until the end.
Loser.
So now I'm in KL and it's 3 days away from Hari Raya.
I didn't lose weight this Ramadhan and my phone is acting pretty stupid at the moment.
Tonight I don't think I'll get to watch the DERBY.
Everton are so going down.
I am not at all loving life.
I don't HATE it.
I just don't LOVE it.
I always complain on how not awesome my life is but it's true.
Heh.
*sigh*
Anyway, the other day, Tuesday September 23rd, I went out to break my fast.
Went out to JUSCO Taman Universiti with Da Lil' Man and Mikel were the only ones MAN enough to go out.
The others are CHICKENS and SISSIES.
I went out and fetched Da Lil' Man at 6.30 p.m. or so and Mikel had already been on his way there.
Upon arrival, JUSCO was PACKED.
Yeah.
The people were like in a sardine can waiting to opened and eaten.
McDonald's, KFC, Johnny's, Sedap Corner ... EVERYWHERE was packed.
We had already planned on eating at Secret Recipe but it was full, too.
I broke my fast (WTF?!) by drinking a bottle of Pop and bought a Papa Roti bun.
I decided to pray first and prayed to God for space.
Yes, it sounded really funny then it still does know.
It's just that I don't know how to transmit the humour and hilariousness of the dialogue among me, Da Lil' Man and Mikel.
Anyway, we only got to eat at Secret Recipe at 7.50 p.m.
Even then we only ordered the food and not hadn't really got the food yet.
I ordered Prawn Macaroni with Cheese and Ice Lemon Tea.
Da Lil' Man had Chicken Cordon Bleu and drank Hot Chocolate.
Mikel ordered Lasagne (Beef) and also had Hot Chocolate.
We also got Aussie Cheese.
Ate until we were, surprisingly, full.
Then, we hit the arcade.
Played LA Machineguns and used up a total of RM 18 more or less.
We got to the final misssion but Mikel didn't survive until the end.
Loser.
So now I'm in KL and it's 3 days away from Hari Raya.
I didn't lose weight this Ramadhan and my phone is acting pretty stupid at the moment.
Tonight I don't think I'll get to watch the DERBY.
Everton are so going down.
To get hurt but not feel the pain ... is to DIE.
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