Raya Day 3

YO

After we came back from KB, we went straight to Mama's place and, well:

*knocks*
D: Dibs toilet bawah
Rahemah: ugh
Me: ok which ever one will do
Mama *opens door* : Selamat Hari Raya!
Me: Hi mama, minjam toilet!
D: Hi ma, Rashidah kan ke jamban
Rahemah: hi ma, toilet!
*runs upstairs* *goes back down* : oh yeah, SHR mama!

Me: I am so full man, I cannot take another bite
Mama: Bah menambah tah, ada ayam tu
Me: OMG ada masih? That wing is so mine


and oh, first day weird session!

D: That chicken is old. It looks weird
Me: It's probably retarded
Hakim: Maybe it's adopted
Me: um
D: Hakim, not all adopted people are retarded
Me: what chicken isn't adopted anyway?

My 8 year old brother everyone.


Sebenarnya, banyak kan ku cerita tapi damn i forgot how raya can be such a pain in the FEET?
And one week has passed, I only came up with 3 paragraphs for my ELit essay.
Mr Allan is going to skin me alive.

I can't sleep yet for some reason (which might be I had my cup of coffee just now and I realised I'm not a coffee person) but here, 2 screens and a packet of m&m cookies because screwdissiht right

xom.