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Friday, December 25, 2009

It is rare that people remember what they dream. It is even rarer (?) for me to remember what i dream because just when its about to end, i wake up.


But this time, it different, somehow i remember what i dreamt (?), though not in detail. It was me, parallel parking a big yellow bus. I had tried once, and failed, then the 2nd time, i got lazy, and just lifted/ hoisted the bus into place. voila. easy peasy.


this is a random post.


some people write really longs posts in their blogs, but i am a disciple of Pn Sarminah, and we, or most of us (Sassians 0408 of Set A 2007-2008) have a vow that we hold on to, a vow we bring to the grave. K I S S.


Keep It Short & Simple.


Which is why i detest longs posts, but there is more. For i believe in the saying 
Quality over Quantity
I don't know if they have this saying in other languages, because i read my friend's blog that he/ she has 400++ blog posts, and people would go "good on ya chap" or "wow banyak gila", but not for me, cause there is no quality (no offence), (there is quality la but not enough) (dont amik hati afterwards i pujuk k?)


400 long and draggy essays / posts dont define a blog, in fact, for me, being a disciple of Pn Sarminah, I find it somewhat against the rules. It wasn't short, nor was it simple, but above all, it lacked a POINT, thus; it lacked the 1st and utmost the most important S in KISS, Sweet.


At first i wanted to write about fat people in The Biggest Loser but somehow i am writing about this. Don't write shorter blogs cause i tell you, remain who you are, long and boring lol. My opinion doesnt matter anyway.  


Anyway most blog posts are song lyrics. For yor information, in case you still live in the year 2005 or something, that is out of date. you know, posting a blog with lyrics or something along those lines, is unoriginal, it bland, its mundane lol. but dont change. its nice. i just wanted to get this off my chest publicly.


word of 2009 = mundane

Mein Papa Ist Weg

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

to read this post pls copy paste then translate le. just auto detect language > english. senang aje bai. The translating sucks pundek, but bole la tahan... ke my grammar sucks.. either way if u are stalking me u will still do it LINK> TRANSLATE < LINK
Diese ist deutsch post fur den Kamil mit den gros Telingers. lol.

Mein Papa ist weg dowh. Er schlaeft nicht im Haus, Schlaeft nicht in Hause.
Im Abend, bin ich allein und traurig. Aber ich weine nicht.

Ich will stark sein.

Ich glaub dass er mit andere Frau schlaeft. Mit seiner freundin. Ja. Ein Mann mit einer Frau und Familie aber...

Nur manchmal...
Er kommt zu Kota Kemuning
Er kommt zu Kota Kemuning zuruck (?)

Nur manchmal hat er mir Geld gegeben. Aber alles ist gut... Fur mich... Geld ist nicht wichtig fur mich... Was ist wichtig denn?

Err...
Natuerlich Freunden..(<

Jetzt bin ich allein. Meine mama schlaeft allein auch.

Normaleweise ... Mama kauft Essen fur mich... Heute sie kommt ohne kein Essen zuruck... Keine essen heute...
Damn...

Nur ein Sohn... Nur ein la sial... aber noch kein essen... mcm sial...
So wie? Wie zu leben...

Argh.. kurus ah mcm ni sial...

So jeder tag ich esse die Nuggets und Drummets und Fries. Lebe ist traurig und muede.
Computerspiel. Dann Computerspiel wieder mal. Dann Computerspiel. Dann essen am Computer Tisch. Dann Filme schauen am Computer. Dann Streamyxx buat hal cam pantat. So pantat lol. Dann schauen den Psych und Life und Scrubs...Dann schlafen... 7 stunden la sial... macam babi

Kein lebe... Weil der kein liebe ist < lol jiwang.

No life... Because there is no love...