It All Comes Back To Puasa
Sigh...puasa starts tomorrow. My whole family went to the masjid for an everyday prayer that will only be held on the fasting month. A prayer we call sembahyang terawih. Lazy me obviously don't want to go. Don’t think I will ever go for the whole month! Bad, bad walrus! Anyway, it is not yet puasa and I’m already suffering! There is no way I’m going to survive this torture for one month! I need to eat! I need food to live! No more yamcha, no more waking up in the afternoon and go out for lunch, no more spaghetti, no more chocolate! Argh! Die, die, die! I have to admit, I’m not a good Muslim. I do things that Muslims are not allowed to do, except for sex. I detest puasa! It’s pretty obvious I don’t cover myself. I suck in Agama. Pn. Salmah, my school principal thinks I should convert to another religion. She hates my guts (screw you Penguin!). I have more Chinese friends than Malays. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate being a Malay neither a Muslim. I just hate puasa! My brain won’t work if I don’t eat! Adoi, I guess I just have to deal with it. A little help here…
posted by mahanay mkay @ 8:37 pm
Comments: 1
1 you think im crazy:
MuteYes yes, we all hate Pn. Salmah don't we. She just loves seeing me walk around in school with long hair and extra long fingernails.. Woo yeah, gotta stay out in sight all the time. And hey, didn't know you liked chocolate so much, I thought of tempting you with some when I get to see you.. Whahahaha.. Yes yes, tempt you, but not give you, want to, but don't want to.. Just wanna see you squirm :P -Your Senior
10:17 pm
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