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I don't want to sound like a drama llama, but yes, I'm quite upset that you guys couldn't come to the BBQ.

Yeah I know. No transport. ;_;

Maybe you guys can come in 10 years, yeah?

MY BAG OF CHIPS

True, so true.

Period.

I woke up late today. Real late. I refused to shower until a few hours later.

2 hours after that, all I want to do is lie down on my bed and do nothing, or maybe even take a nap again.

Back hurts, shoulder aches and my lower body feels like it was punched by Arnold Schwarzenegger.

Hello again, period.

I wonder...

New layout. I like this one.
Simple, and cute. Now to just make a header.

or..not make a header? ;D

Layout.

I will change the girly colour. But I can't promise that the next will be any less girlier xD

but I already know what to make as the header.

Driver's license.

So today I went for the 5 hour ceramah. The van that was supposed to bring me there was half an hour late xD and when we got there, it took roughly another hour to get us all signed up -.- the ceramah started around 10 am (I woke up at 6:30 am xD was so nervous).

The person who gave the speech was a Mr. Thega, who used to be in the military ._.

The ceramah wasn't that bad. Wasn't boring. He made a lot of jokes, and liked to 'kenakan' people. He kenakan'd me a lot D: other than calling me Alisa, he also called me Siti Nurhaliza (I guess cause it rhymes with Alisa xD) and St.Georges. ;_; This is because I brought that small ko-op red notebook we got for free to take down notes, and I had to sit in the front row. He saw the notebook, and started calling me St.Georges since then xD wth. I think he was impressed with our school D: I had to answer his questions most of the time. Like I said, he kenakan'd me a lot.

He was also quite the business man. We had to take down notes and about 90% didn't bring pen and paper lol. So he sold pens for RM0.80 each xD

On a side note, going to the driving school alone and not seeing any familiar faces...is really scary ._. plus it's full of...eugh. Malay guys. Those immature mat rempit kind of boys. I hate them. And they scare me.

Craft store.

There is a certain craft store in Queensbay, that I have blogged about before.

I don't like the shopkeeper.

I remember how uncomfortable he made me felt the moment I entered that shop. You know those shopkeepers that follow you around the store because they want to make sure you don't steal anything? The ones that aren't really as "stealthy" as they think.

I've actually tried this out once xD I went into a store, and there was a mirror in front of me. I saw the shopkeeper immediately on my tail. So I walked, and she followed. I stopped, she stopped (saw all of this on the mirror) I took one step, she took one step. I was giggling lolol.

ANYWAY, it's that same uncomfortable feeling. But he doesn't have to move anywhere, it's a small shop. He just stands behind the counter and his eyes follows me around. Everything I touch, he feels he has to explain it. I started to feel like he was treating me like an idiot. But he doesn't do the same to other customers. Is it just me? Is this a racism thing? Malays look stupider? wtf D: that's a big accusation there, but being cooped up in my house for a week has made me lose my manners in society.

So yeah, but it's the only craft store in Penang that I know of. Besides the one in BJ that was closed down a couple of years ago (Now replaced by another freaking computer shop), I don't know anywhere else I can find yarn. Or the tools needed.

So I'm going to have to toughen up, and march into that store, and listen to everything he says, TO GET MY YARN!

List

I've been super lazy these past few days. Obviously the blog layout isn't even finished yet. To the stranger in my cbox, that's not my permanent header lol.

List of things I must do:
1) Finish making the blog layout.
2) Fix the missing photo from group blog.
3) Scan in some pictures.
4) Update blog. Dur.
5) Get drivers license.
6) Get a life.

gg