Okay, time to post things up.Things haven't been really good lately. For some reasons or another, people in the world seems to have a problem with each other. How strange. I can admit that I might be one of those, but I could at least stay away from it. That's how I realised what's going on, unlike them. To put straight to it, it's the problem with my friends. Nope, not my band, not my best friends, but just friends. Friends in my MSN contacts whom I don't really talk much, those kindda people. Again, they're quite against each other, and I'm being called upon. So, what do ya know? I'm trying to help out, but they're getting the the wrong idea. Guy A thought I'm siding Guy B, while Guy B thought I'm siding Guy A. How awesome! So as they know, I said, "Erm, oh well! You're on your own guys! Trala!" and off I went. It's that simple.

Next up. Little brother's being quite a "Bitch" lately. I don't know if that's the right word I should post in, but oh well! He ruined my only morning I could have a break. Dad called me up asking me to wake those two up to go to the stall, and so I did! As soon as I got out of the room I already saw Ameerul playing Maple. Simply asked him to go get dressed. As for the little one, BLEARGH! It really took me rages of anger just to wake him up. Cakap baik-baik taknak dengar! He just kept laying on the bed in different positions even when I shook him to wake up. Nampaksah sengaja! It too me about a good 10 mins of yelling till he got off from bed. He ran out of the room and started weeping tears. I was like, "Abih nangis?!" and he just shouted "Diam lah!" Wow, I don't even remember teaching him that. Quite rude isn't it? Hmm, like I said, he's being a bitch lately. He even took off his clothes outside the toilet before taking a shower, dancing and shaking his humps around as if he's another pussycat doll, and don't even bother to close the door while washing up. Gawd! I'm so ashamed of being his brother! I know it's really off limits to say that, but this is WAY too much! He's really spoiled, and he's Primary 5! Quite early to be such a defiant, and quite old to be pampered. Haish, okay, I can't say nomore. He know not that such is a disheartening act. I just wish Kak Zilah would even spare some time for this. Oh yeah, I think I've wasted too much time on him. I craved for his change.

So uhh, blogging in the morning? Good stuff! I'll try writing more tonight, okays?

That's all.