Followed Mom to Younger Bro's primary school in the afternoon. As usual, sights of cute little kiddies are inevitably everywhere. Mom and I had a mini hide-and-seek with the fussy security guard, just for the sake of wanting to take the lift to the second level. I repeat, a lift in a fuckin primary school. And I bought a chicken burger (the size of our school's burger) for only 60 cents. Half the price of the ones in school. MWAHAHA.

Had lunch at Yasalam. But after the lunch Mom suddenly said that she actually wanted to have lunch at Segar Restaurant- but she completely forgot all about it. AHH. Next time, Mom. I promise.

Oh oh. There's a piece of good news to those who are envious of my body's inability to expand horizontally, here I would gladly announce that I'm growing fat. Mom noticed my big tummy after lunch (once again, no growing foetus inside!) and told me that a person who's gonna grow fat usually starts with a big tummy (additional of 78974564 levels of fats around the waist), then the body will grow big. Shyt. I'm at stage one of growing fat. Now Di will have a jolly good time calling me 'Fat Garfield'. If he did I think I'm gonna suffocate him under my fats. Whether he likes it or not.

Next, Mom made a good deal to me. Since my cousin's gonna have his akad nikah (legalisation of marriage) at my place on the 21st Jan, I, including my sister and others will havta sweat a lot for major spring cleaning. I havta clean the cabinets and the silverware, and the good news is, Mom's gonna give me reward! HAHA. And you know what's the reward?! Nah, not monetary. But, she will buy me the chocolate Giordano jeans that I've been eyeing for! DOUBLE HAPPINESS. I like I like I like! Since there will be a major shopping this Saturday, most probably I'm gonna get my jeans on that day! (Provided I must impress her with my super cleaned silverware that I'm supposed to work on. Fuckshit.)

I can't wait to get that jeans. (:

And I'm going to cut my hair in a fashion that it could be "spiked up" and done in the "messy hairstyle." I've been wanting that hairstyle ever since I first saw it, but as usual, Mom and Dad objected to that hairstyle which they claimed as "boyish". Now I shall not care and just go for that hairstyle. Whether they like it or not. (:

I want to get my results very soon so I can start getting myself busy and not DECOMPOSE AT HOME. Whether I like it or not.

STUDY HARD PEOPLE. (applies to everybody who wears the waitress/waiter/security guard/cockroach-like uniforms)