:: Tired ::
Tired indeed I am. Oh, I've forgot to mention something on my previous post.
It's about my cat which I gave him a bath. Since my cat is a persian type of kitty cat; usually there's going to be fur-ball entangled on the chest and the other parts of the small body. You won't know what I'm talking about if you don't own any persian cats or whatever. So I decided to shave cut the stupid fur-balls that attached onto his proud chest.
There are small fur-balls and big fur-balls. Though I don't really have any difficulty cutting off the small ones but the big ones; it really kills and annoying! Thus the bigger the stupid fur-balls are the harder the chance you're going to cut them off and I was sweating for some reason. My back really hurts because I keep on bending down onto my cat to do the cutting and yes; I did it in the toilet and no; I didn't hurt my cat just so you know.
Okay, I destroyed my cat's furry tail! I cut everything off until it looks .. thin! It looks weird. Like I said: I'm not really good cutting things let alone cutting the papers.
Now let's see, if there's anything I can remember.. Ah yes! Mr. Jason asks me about this debate competition thing for next year, whether or not I would like to join or not. So I thought about this twice or more and I asked my friends whether if it's cool or not for me to join. So of course they replied this: "Bah join saja tia, Man!"
Right, well that's easy for you to say since I got stage fright and it's pretty much embarrassing. Me and my British accent; how unfortunate! So I got replies from this:
"Kami support kau lah!"
"Man, ko balasi balik dengan British accent mu ah!"
"Then cakap: FITNAH!"
Don't ask. Those are my friends' replies and my answer is: I WILL join the debate competition then, since it's "one in a life time" opportunity.
I don't have any idea though why on earth Mr. Jason had chosen me to join in for the debate competition. At any rate, there's going to be a meeting on Monday around 1:00 am until 3:00 pm.
Oh, I would definitely like to say this to my Maths teacher: "I'm sorry that I didn't do any revision during your one hour class; AT ALL. I'm tired, I'm hungry and I'm sleepy though I read my novel instead."
