GENTING*BLING*BLING

Got no idea. Like I'm carrying an empty head. Hollow inside. Today, nothing unusual happened. So no event, no idea. Somebody called me orang tua this morning. Hm. I know I'm a little bit older but that was kinda 'trepassing' my private and confidential. Now, I welcome people who would like to laugh, hang out, talk trash, skip classes (haha..) and do all the less ordinary stuff. But to some extent, don't mess with me. Why? I, myself don't even have the slightest idea. It's just me. I'm just being me. So, get the idea?

Anyway, I skipped my English (..duh!) class last nite. Well, I'm not being riak or something, but English..please lah. Not that I have anything against English. Nada. But at this level, do we still need grammar lesson? What was that Puan Fazillah thinking? And she got one book of grammar readied to be photocopied. Some bastards gave my name to be the one in charge. How the hell did they could come out with that idea. Yuh, rite..Puan Fazillah and ME? ME and Puan Fazillah? Na'ah. That was not such a very good idea. It doesn't seem to 'rhyme'. Fuck. No way jose, I'm ain't getting in it....no way..

So, looking at my blog, it has evolved. So much. The first idea was to have a place where I can godlikely kutuk² orang. Now as Mas has stated in his blog, it's now like some sort of diary already. When you are in front of the keyboard, then ideas come rushing in. You'll end up typing a lot of things that happened.Damn. I thought I got no idea. See? Yuh la, keep on yawnin'....sheeesshh...

Anyway, I still don't have, even a single idea, on what to write about horses. I mean good stuff la. Bad stuff..hmm..*whistling soullessly and staring at the ceiling... Nah. Don't get any wrong idea hoh...hahaha..K. No more ideas. Yuh, it's true this time. I'm free the whole day through. What to do? No idea.