YOU DON'T READ WHAT SHAMEL WRITES. YOU BETTER EAT HOT PANCAKE WITH HERSHEY'S DARK SYRUP
I feel like a decade already since I last pencilled my thought. It must’ve been Tumblr that pulls my interest away. Yeah that’s what tumbleblog is all about; meant for simplicity without even need a prior idea of what to jot down.
So I feel like writing this morning, like old days when Miss Zahuren adored my story-telling talent in English essay and gave me high marks and who cares right now. But I didn’t have a slightest damn words to combine into sentence then. I came across a part on the second last chapter I’m currently reading. That paragraph really reminded me that I am fucking old though no apparent wrinkles present yet. Like I am the fag end waiting to be thrown aside and stepped onto for about 5 times and that’s it. Craig, the father said to his son Richie somewhat like, “Heiy it’s your eighteenth, your grandma and me are thinking of pitching in and getting you an iPod”. Oh you don’t wanna know the response. Richie said NO but inside, he kinda feel Wow, an iPod!! Sick, this days, who doesn’t want one? Oh no I forget. There is still an idiot who pays no attention to iPod and that’s me who entered the TM video competition just to win a couple of Gold class movie vouchers? What the…. !
That’s the topic then. iPod. Those people around me were like “bila lagi? bila lagi?” when at the same time I was freaked out with this gadget. Shout at me Booo.. out loud but that’s the truth. But lately this sexy slim little black device seems attractive, useful and gives a promising life ahead. Yeah, looking back at the printed account slip, I can actually have it at any time I want while still having enough saving for nice clothes, fuel, and good foods with nice story books alongside which sometimes I feel much worthy. iPod will have the shit out of me if I were to own one because there’s no gaming properties to brag about with the clans and if they dare ask me and poke me with silly questions, I have no problem telling them get the fuck out of my boring iPod. Hahaha, joking. I don’t yell, I really don’t. Heiy, serious.
Where were we? Oh. So yeah, iPod is really helpful, that is one thing I am sure of, or at least just realised it when Mdm Rohani compared how they depended on bulky gruesome Martindale book for reference and nowadays these young lads effortlessly do the scroll up and down with some pinch to zoom kinda thing to get information right on time. I am just sweating!! Now, would I ring Papa and say, “Pa, I wanna buy this thing called iPod. Will you agree with me spending a thousand and few of tens ringgit to assist my future life?” So I will expect a question type of answer like “iPod?What is that?”. Let me buy another RM30 topup to explain.
Whatever it is, I just want to WRITE because I want to WRITE. I am still an awesome skinny guy like always, that you don’t have to worry (what?who?). So have you finished your pancake?!
Wanna read something rubbish? A mom’s complaint about her daughter who happens to be a teacher, having difficulty every morning to choose the right outfit to go to school that she inevitably can’t prepare breakfast for her husband and children.
She wanna look expensive-looking than her colleagues and presentable!!