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Monday, April 02, 2007

gosh! u guys are soo getting on my nerves!! argh! well its all about the prank he made yesterday, it was april fools day... =_="... n, i was the type who's not realie into these kinda stuffs. so i gave jai 3 warnings to stop tat prank or i wont tok to him animore. n he chose to abide those warnings, n there u go, im not talking to him in sch todae. n, lamely, he has to share it with shila, n nabil just had to fixed his ears to the conversation. n just a few minutes ago, he asked me wat was happening. n here is how the SUMMARY of it goes;

NABIL: hey, why arent u talking to jai?

ME: u wanna noe, ask him urself. he was the one who created all these things, he was the one at fault, he was the one who made me to be like this[carac], so he shud definitely noe better.

NABIL: tell me laa

ME: go ask him ureself!

NABIL: no wonder they say ure carac, tknk share.

ME: hell-llo!! im not carac ok! just because i chose not to share it with u doesnt mean im carac! ure just lame! im in no mood ok! especially wen i got to noe tat people are toking abt me behind my back!

NABIL: alaa, wateva la. i getting married soon, n i got better things to do then to care abt other people's stuffs. brb, i wanna chat with my fiance.

ME: LAME! married? like, haha! fiance? dun be such a lame ass can?? ure only 15, n u once told me tat u arent into girls animore. next time, make sure tat e words coming out from ure mouth are true.

NABIL: wat i meant by my fiance is MATHS.

ME: gosh! tats even lame!! please laa, im not into lame thing ok!!

NABIL: no wonder u haf problems with them, uve got no sense of humour.

ME: wat kinda shit are u guys in???? i told u im in no mood! are u dumb or ur just plain idiot??

NABIL: if im an idiot, i wont get promoted to sec 3. mentang2 3e4, nk carac uh pat sini!

like hell-llo!! was has it got to do with my class?? dun u EVER, involve my class in this alrite! argh! tats it for todae, or someting bad might happen!!

baby, you're the best part of my day. 11:30 PM