One little hooligan.

My brother.

My brother slept in my bed for once last night. I was so scared i would roll on him or he would fall off the bed during the night. Between my bed and the wall, there's a gap, not a big gap but it's just enough for my brother to fit in. I thought i'd put him there but.. hmm. Looking at him sleeping got me thinking..

During the day he is the most annoying, unattentive, energetic, ignoring, most playful little weener. But when he's asleep it's like he's a resting angel, he's so quiet, i was scared to even go to the toilet because i thought i might wake him up. I woke up a few times last night, making sure the duvet was on him properly so he wouldn't get cold. Haha, when i fell asleep, his head was next to mine. When i woke up, his feet were in my face. I dont have a clue what he does during the night, twirling around or what.

He really surprised me the other night though. He never ever speaks to anyone on the phone, ever. Not even with me or my mum or anyone. That night, I was speaking to FatFingers on the phone and i said for him to speak to her, so, i give him the phone and seconds later, he starts saying something like, "azabazaa, something, something, something." I was so shocked and couldn't believe it. FatFingers, you are truly one lucky woman.

When he's awake, he could give you rages of anger, he's like the baby devil of.. something. He'd never sit still at all, well, except for when he's eating but still. When he's asleep, on the other hand, he's like a resting angel that couldn't hurt a fly. I mean, just look at him..

It took me 13 pictures to get him to look at me while smiling.
The thing's i do for you.

I was lucky to get this one too, he only does it around twenty minutes a day.
The things I do for you.

Doneforyouagain,

-FatToes.

Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup.

My new favourite song.
How could anyone not like it, i mean, just look at the lyrics. So fascinating and wonderful.
Ahhh.

Sugar, spice, and everything nice
These were the ingredients chosen
To create the perfect little girls
But Professor Utonium accidentally
Added an extra ingredients to the concoction--
Chemical X
Thus, The Powerpuff Girls were born
Using their ultra-super powers
Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup
Have dedicated their lives to fighting crime
And the forces of evil

Wooooo!!!

doingthisforyou,

-Nazri.

Missing..

She's gone, two or three hundred kilometers away. She should be back tomorrow. She wanted to come back today.

I didn't know how to tell her how much I missed her, especially after she wrote my essay.

I stayed awake with her all night, well not all night, just till around four. I felt so sorry for her, she was alone. Her cousin went galavanting somewhere with her boyfriend. I was tired but I couldn't put the phone down.

Eventually, she told me to go. I really didn't want to but I was falling asleep talking to her on the phone. I asked her to promise she would try and go to sleep. She said she couldn't so she stayed awake. While she was awake, she wrote my essay. It was so.. I can't think of the word but it was touching. I didn't know what to say the next time I spoke to her, I didn't know how to tell her I missed her so much. I've been thinking and I thought I'd write an essay for her too.

This past week, I've really missed you. I can't tell you how much but..

I miss the way you look out the window in school, thinking about something. Everytime I see you doing that, I look at your face wondering anxiously what you're thinking about, hoping it's me.

I miss the way you look at me when i've just entered the classroom, when i'm figuring out what your mood is. I remember a few; If you look away after a bit, that means something's wrong. If you keep eye contact, walk towards me and poke me in the stomach, it means nothing's wrong. And if you keep eye contact for a long time, all I have to do is nod, if that doesn't work, something's wrong.

I miss the way you get angry at Ben, especailly when he gives you the scared look and then after ten seconds, you feel sorry for him. I miss the way you get angry Hairol and never give in to him. It's like you're immune to him already. I really miss the way you get angry at me and say your not gonna speak to me, 20 seconds later, you would've forgotten about it or just couldn't take the pain of not being able to speak to me. Haha.

I miss the way you laugh when Muthu says something funny or Desmond beats up Ben. I miss the way you reply to Jonathan when he says your name so delicately and softly, "What?!".

Sara, I miss so much more about you, but, mainly, I really miss you. Come back soon, please.

-Nazri.

The virgin.

Haih. Here goes. It all started off last night at Fikri's house.

I was on the phone to the virgin, using skype. She said she wanted to speak to Fikri about something in the other room. So, i was like, ok then.

Fikri came back into the room and then said he didn't want to tell me what she said. He said she should tell me. Obviously, i was getting worried and kept on asking her and asking her what it was. She, as usual, kept on refusing to tell me. I was getting really anxious and i didn't know how to make her tell me, i was out of ideas. Suddenly, she says, Fikri can tell me. Fikri takes the phone and checks that its alright to tell me. She says yes. Just at my moment of extremely high anxiety. Fikri says to me, 'xde papela, tipu je.. Hahahaha.' The babi's.

I thought to myself and warned her that I was going to get her back. And trust me, I did.

Around an hour later, Fikri was playing with the BB gun. Muahahah.

Me: Ahhh, shit! ahh, wait Sara, speak to Fikri. *Pretending to be severe pain.
Fikri: Wei, ok ah doe? *Pretending to be worried.
Me: Wei, don't la, wei, not again.. Ahhhhhh, shit. *Pretending again.
Sara: Nazri?? What, what happened? *worried.

Fikri takes the phone..

Fikri: Sara, dia buat muka macam nak nangis. *Pretending to be worried.
Sara: Something like, 'don't lie'.
Fikri: Serious ah doe.. Dia dah nak nangis. *worried voice.

Gives me back the phone..

Sara: Nazri? *worried.
Me: Sara, wait, ahh, can I speak to you a bit later? *Pretending to be in pain.
Sara: Err.. ok. Yeah, sure. *worried.
Me: Haahahaha. I got you back.
Sara: I'm not speaking to you, ever again.

Today..

8:29.

Waiting for the FatFingered one. Everytime someone entered the class, my heart would like skip a beat. Everytime, i hoped it was her. Finally she came in hiding behind Nil, my heart was beating like shit and she gave me like a blank smile as if to say, i am still angry at you, im not giving in that fast. Right now, she's on her own sitting there so after i've written this, i'm gonna go over there. I'm gonna go now, wish me luck.

8:51.

Came to extra class early for once. Almost fainted as i saw Ben. I feel as if i dont know what to do. Mimie came and Hairol was happy. Was a little relieved when i saw Raimi come in, she was the first out of all of them to arrive. Stayed at Fikri's last night. Downloaded skype onto my phone, talked to Sara on skype. She was really quiet for some reason, she's still quiet now. Wish she would tell me what's wrong. School finishes earlier today. Dreading English, forgot to bring my work book. Pn. Yee talking the usual, talking about shit. Don't feel like doing any work today. No mood after i've seen Sara's mood. I feel as if i start to get emo when she's emo, shouldn't be like that. I'm gonna try and cheer her up, the thing is, i don't know what to say. Sigh. Today's started off really bad, hope it get's better. She's now going to sleep, i think she's either tired or pmsing or something. Sigh again. Now i feel tired, i cant think of anything to say to her, i'm blank, i don't know what to say, i can tell she's fed up of the small talk. I'm gonna go now. Pn. Yee asked what was wrong, i lied. I think it worked, i told her i had a headache. Sara's response was better, 'What?!'. Haha, it was if she was talking to Jonathan or something. I'm gonna cheer her up now.

I think it worked a little, she softened up to me at break and during english.

Hahahah, that reminds me. Ben.

Ben asked me about this question we were doing in english, something to do with sun rays, the question was like,

__________________________________ H______ Sun, something.
It was a five letter word, so i said, horny sun. Suddenly, a load of NOSE SHIT hurled out of his nose and he quickly covered it up. It was disgusting, but funny.

Sorry to those who were bored with this post. It was a little long. The virgin likes long posts so she'll probably enjoy this one.

Go study.

-Nazri.

P.S. imsorry, shortone.

Toes, Fish and Cancer.

Maaan, It's been two days straight I've woken up at midday. I know. Today was reasonable, I spoke to Sara until the early hours of the morning, but yesterday was just crazy. I went to sleep at 10:00 and woke up at 11:40 the next morning. 13 hours of sleep, I don't have a clue how I did it but I just did.

Puasa has started and for some reason it was easy, yes, there were times when i felt hungry, and went into the fridge looking for food. I'm so forgetful, i went in the fridge and looked for a drink, found apple juice :). Started pouring it into a mug and then my mum comes into the kitchen and says,

Mum: What are you doing?

Me: Getting a drink. *so confident.

Mum: But I thought you were supposed to be fasting?

Me: No. What are you talking about? *with confidence again.

Mum: Owh. Never mind.

There I was, happily pouring out the apple juice and then putting it back inside the fridge. Luckily, just as I was about to enjoy a fresh mug of apple juice, it hit me. I was in extreme devistation, I remembered puasa had started. Haih.

Most of you are probably wondering why the hell I chose Toes, Fish and Cancer as my title. Let's just say it was inspired by someone else.

I think my brother really likes to take the piss. Yesterday, i'd just woken up and then my brother comes looking for me and starts offering me toast, he offers me some strawberry drink thing then he offers me sausages. Haih, he's a clever little f*er, I couldn't take it anymore so I went inside my room and tried to study. That didn't work, trust me.

Im gonna go study now, at least until Sara get's back.

I'm off, happy puasaing for the second time.

-Nazri.

P.S. mevolivtu.   

3rd time lucky.

I saw a girl, Her name was _ra. 

She gave a twirl, In a pretty tiara. 

I saw her face, In a weird place, 

Then she started, to tie her shoe lace. 

I got to kMow her, Then i started to show her. 

I gave her a name, Twas a little lame. 

She's abnormally short, And a different sort. 

FatFingers, FatFingers, With cacat telingers. 

I did this for you, After i came back from the loo. 

I hope i cheered you up hun, Now that my profile's more fun.

For the FatFingered one.

-Nazri.

Finally.

Finally, i found somewhere where i could finally make a second post. :). Fikri's house is like my cybercafe at the moment.

My fucking internet la. Usually i could go and just reset the modem but a couple of days ago, the internet was bitching. Fat fingers' phone was bitching too and so was the fridge. No freckin food, whatsoever. Oh, but there were a few prunes. I think it was just signs from god telling me to go study. I still didn't. :(

My dum-bass brother thought he'd try one of my dad's tablets today. He takes these multi-vitamin tablets every morning that look just like my dad's. He must be a stressed little baby, wanting to committ-suicide at the age of one. I must say, he's a bright little bugger, he already knows how to overdose.

Don't worry, he's running a marathon with my mum chasing after him in the hospital right now, according to my dad.

OK. FatFingers, i'm gonna make a perjanjian. Everynight, around 10:30, i will ring you. We'll call it perjanjian 10:30. :D. I will try my very best not to go to sleep before that time and if i do, i will try my very best to update you beforehand. If i am not free around 10:30 that night. I will call you and we can arrange for a better, more suitable time. Now, it's your turn to agree to the perjanjian. :D

-N.

P.S. FatFingers, we wil start the perjanjian tomorrow, what with my brother's suicidal attempt n all. :D.

Nazli Attam

I, Nazri Adam Of Abdul Kassim, finally, got up off my lazy ass and made a blog.

I, am a mixture. A mixture of nasi lemak and fish and chips, Asia and Europe, Malaysia and England. According to some cacat thing in school, I weigh 80 kilos and I stand 174 cm. My hair looks like a mop, my face is like a realm of scars and my toes, are fat.

I live opposite a jungle and on the third flight of a 10-year-old apartmaent. Fabriciana Apartments, in fact. I have a bunch of weirdos as a family, my dad, looks like a gangster, but in truth, he's a big softy at heart. My mother is always stressed. You might as well just call her stress. I mean, Stress with a capital S. My sister, is a 10-year-old annoying annoyance. All I do is fight with her. She can be a boxer. And finally, the latest addition to the Kassim household, my little brother, Shariff Adam. This one is a little hooligan. All he does is run into mirrors, run again, and fall. And on the odd occasion, he'd tap me on the back.

I go to an extremely green Petronas school. It's called Sekolah Sri Bestari. Somewhere in Malaysia. I'm in form 3, just about to take the unawaited Penilaian Menengah Rendah. Sigh. I'm in a class full of complete retards, the first one that comes to my mind is a dark, short, fat-fingered retard. The second is a ginormous giant, we call him Benjmimer, who has actually made me think differently about him recently. Another one is a guy we call Charcoal. I think it's mostly because of the skin. Oh and we've also got, like, the horniest fucker you could ever find in Malaysia. He loves orange tic tacs and disgusting food like okra. There's a girl who loves pink, and not many people like her. There's another girl who loves Oreos and many people like her. They don't like each other, for some odd reason. I don't know if you can figure out why.

There's a bunch of Malays. The Tudungs. One of them is not so Malay Malay, but still, we call her a Tudung. And she gives great advise. There's a whole lot of people in our class. All weirdos. We have a chicken, a pig and a fish. We've got a whole bunch of Lala people, guys and girls. And get this. One of them's 18! And shouts like someone who's just about to give birth. But she's adorable. We like her. Well almost all of we. One of the great weirdos is called Yih Wern, and makes funny noises all the time. We have a quiet small, 8-year-old-like boy at the back of the class. But he's cute. But seriously. He's like 8. There's another quiet, tall Malay girl that sits next to that pink retard. She's a cheerleader. Also, we've got two machines in our class, that like to eat books. They're also prefects. There's another prefect, but he's not a machine. Ooi Hooi Wooi. His complexion is great.

And we also lost one of the greatest participants of The Retards. She's really yellow, Korean, and likes calling everyone "bitch". She gave me a name. It wasn't a great name, but I can deal with it. Everytime she sees me... "Hey! Snow White!" She's gone. But never forgotten. I miss you, Yurika.

Oh, there's one more thing about one of the Retards in my class. She's short, dark, fat fingered and she's someone who has become really important in my life recently. I don't think i could ever do anything to hurt her, except for when she wants me to flick her. For some unknown reason, she likes it. And i think i might have fallen in love with her.

I don't think there's anything else to tell anyone.
Enjoy.

- Fat Toes.

P.S. Fat fingers, you owe me, last night doesn't count. Muahahaha.