Saturday, February 07, 2004 @10:21 PM
in the end.. i did not go for my guitar lesson.. and worst of all.. or izzit better.. i could not go for the movie.. coz i went to ps.. gv is so the strict lor.. they blame the censorship board... my mother was fuming mad wif the pple there.. how fuming mad? extremely.. was like scolding them.. scolding the dumb rules of the censorship board.. saeing whether there is a diff. if u let in a january child and the december child.. is the child brain 11 months less mature.. saeing the censorship board is so stoopid.. i could swear my BP would haf gone up if i argued wif her not to continue wif her scolding.. in the end.. the pple there sold our tickets.. we got our money.. but we were so HUNGRY.. sigh.. went to thai express.. the tom yam soup is so spicy and sourish.. killed my stomach.. and i kept drinking my orange-pineapple drink.. which was acidic.. plus my dry curry beef rice.. my stomach killed itself.. yup.. did some work.. how am i gonna finish my work? after reading the credits.. i noe some of u might react wif 'what the'.. but i did this to CLARIFY tt i am wrong to copy my cousin.. as if..
⥠lost for words and i drift.