its the last ramadhan sunday n everybody was at home!
woke up late. read d book gracie rented. got ready n den headed to holland.
got my letter of appointment n further instructions frm d boss.
starting wrk next next week. cool kaan.
hah.
home sweet home. shidah n oj was halfway cleaning our room.
mess. carnage? haha.. neh, too violent. but yeah. the equivalent.
cleared the table. cleaned the wall. the doors.
leftovers in d middle of d room. we were stuck. didnt noe wat to do wif dem.
slacked for a few hrs. hah.
started throwing my tennis ball at the wall.
for the fun of it.
oj being oj, imitated me. but ball went flying thru the window. ahahhaha.
ran downstairs n d ball was under a hyundai trajet. oj had to get dwn to her hands n knees to retrieve d ball. haha.
attempted to throw d ball bck up to shidah who was at d window but, d ball went to d other window. umm.. d middle window has dis umm.. potruding floor. umm... i duno how to explain, but d ball was stuck dere.
we thot of carrying oj dwn dere.. but it was too dangerous. shidah suggested tt she went dwn instead but she was too busy saying it was dirty n stuff.
so i suggested using d vacuum cleaner to suck the ball up. my bro being the tallest did the honor.
n he managed. hahahaha. we cheered so loudly.
n tt shocked my gramma.
haahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahhahahahhahah.
d 4 of us had fun.
yeay.
well now d room is better. i c more space on d table. but lets just c how long before d mess comes bck again.

was watching national geographic channel just now. abt the london bombings on the 7th of july.
made me mad n sad. the bombings were so unecessary.

n, time flies sooo fast. 62 days left before 2006.
wow.
il post abt dis another time.

// seven elevens! =)