Wednesday, September 2, 2009 "I'll be bulletproof."
Posted by Deimi Brigitte at 8:02 PM

My supercalifragilisticexpialidocious party will be supercalifragilisticexpialidocious-ly awesome.

Countdown to party: 10 more days.
Countdown to birthday: 15 more days.

I've been too caught up just daydreaming about how the party would go but as Iskandar say, "I let my work do the talking." and I will do just that. Who knew Iskandar has got some awesome phrases? I do!

I just noticed something so weird.

I'm like a total robot in the morning. It's like I have this chip in my brain that automatically do the same routine to get me ready for school every morning.

My phone alarms at 635am and I snooze it. I wake up at exactly 645am (all the time) and get all my uniform ready. Take a shower. Wear my uniform. Lotion. Wear my socks. Comb my hair. Apply hair leave-in cream. Tie a bun. Drink milo. Brush my teeth. Put my phone into my bag. Wear my shoes. Take a last look at myself. Say goodbye to mom and turn off the lights.

I don't even know why I tell you this, when I know very well that you don't care. But, no, this is my blog. I can rant all I want, maybe like a rash on my bullocks for all I know. (not true) Even my route to school is very straight forward.

Until, I reach school. That's when everyone goes haywire and you don't know what to expect. Like maybe tripping over someone's bag. Or, burping out loud. (already happened)

This is the story of my sad, sad life. But it won't be for long! 'cause I'mma party all night long for my birthday, baby!




Peace out my homedawgs.