vomiting is no fun...especially wen ur mum goes wagging her tongue..
me:*opens door*assallammualaikumm.. mum:waalaikumsalam...ni pegi keje ke ape dari pagi sampai malam.. me:keje dan mayap uh mum:hari hari mayap..abeh keje tadi camne me:i dun like it..im not working there mum:ape dun like it..mcm ane tadi..ape jadi..kata ok.. me:*while walking to my room*ma..nanti bual ma..anis tk sedap badan.. mum:asal tk sedap badan?cuba duduk biler mama ngah bual...*continues rambling abt god knows wat* me:*closed the door took of my top n bottoms ran out of my room strght to the toilet and goes...WEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKK*
haha...lucky sempat...the whole meal of beef fried rice on the toilet tile seriously look disgusting..krekre...so now my tummy is back to empty..cumin on the fourth day..and i dun tink i dare to eat again..ok now i gt phobia on food..sheesh...wat the hell is wrong wit my body....and no im not pregnant..im having my monthly rite at this moment..brrrrrrrrrr........
//you can tie out bad luck by tying a string around a broom//
