okok i'm back...

ok all of u spare ur oranges n tomatoes. i mean spare me. man. ok not my fault k cos i was banned from the com by all my mothers at home (my sister is very niggy naggy oso ok) jus so i'll hav nth to do but count the air molecules(daydream) or count the vowels on a page of my notes. ok so i'm supposed to study. and now when the common tests are over, alas, i'm still domesticated.. learning that my jail term is til nov when the @#$% a levels end. ok i take those symbols back. no cursing allowed. uh uh. bad ros. soooooooooo was really veri sian but reali bobian so i guess i'l hafta make the most of wat i have...which is not much. ok be optimistic ros.o gosh i think i'l start talking o myself more often now. yikes. man. oh today is an eventful day in the history of mosquitoes. my sisters killed not one, not two, but three bloody mosquitoes!!now i'm not cursing ok becos the moronic moskies ARE bloody. so.well we have these electric rackets from indo where we jus swipe it at the moskies n FRY them. there'll be this wonderful spark and then the mosky kinda gets stuck or falls to the floor concussed. when tt happens we pick it up by its leg or sth and then place it on the racket, press the button to close the internal circuit for current to flow thru n let it cackle in BURN. so it'l go like piak piak piak...then the satisfying smell of burnt mosky will fill the air. then we'll exclaim in triumph, "HA! HA! ". ah, victory is pungent. either that or we smash the moskies when they're resting on the mirror/wall, too tired from drinking our royal blood. actually i always miss so this method is for my erjie. thing is, she has the sillly habit of leaving the smashed mess on the wall/mirror. there's a decomposed mess in the groove of our toilet wall that i refuse to clean up for her(which i always did). so there it stayed. for abt a month alredi i think. well it's a warning to other moskies...but i guess they stil dun get it. ugh.
anyway.i need to pee. ciao.