Chequie,

HEY. THIS is my last post for 2005. FUCKITFUCKITFUCKIT. (:

Timoy makes a best-to-crap-with- friend.
"We hang out at the beach and chilled at McCafe, walked through the stone thingy and claimed that there's a whale underneath us that shoots Pepsi wrapper and 7-eleven Big Gulp cup out from its mouth, and sat down infrontof 2 most interesting guys who tried really hard to appear cool but failed miserably, and crapped a lot of shayts. It's like, dawmn, I love talking rubbish. And then the gift. (: I'm gonna bang the drums a lot now. I have a nice time with you today."



Timoy a.k.a Mr Koo-koo. And yours truly.


And my girls and the 2 pimps. HAHA. (: Thanks for the treat ya! I mean, it's like really OUTRAGEOUS. I wanna cry!!



Why I love my girls.
And I love my balloon too! It's still hanging up in the air in my room! (:



Notice how happy I am. Those are my presents in my hand, but I shall keep those confidential cos they're way too special, thus explains the blurry image. I won't let you know. (:


I NEED MORE CYCLING WITH MY GIRLS + QAMAL + AMIRUL!!







FUCKYOUALL!! YOU ALL ROCKS!!! (: I HAVE THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (:

Peace. Format of my blog for 2006 will be different. Stay tuned.