Woohoo. This Ahmad. Writing for my second blog! I decided, after hours of pondering on the same question. I made an all important decision, the most important of all. One that could change your life. Yes you. The one wondering in awe what my decision is. I decided........... TO CHANGE MY FONT SIZE! I know that you are all awed by my humongous decision and applaud it greatly.
Today is a relaxing Sunday, but instead I am finishing all my homework(like this blog post) at the last minute. I know that I should not procrastinate but it is too addicting. Even though we just learned about preventing procrastination, I just can't seem to kick the habit. I wish humans can invent some kind of bomb on your homework that will explode if you do not finish it on time before sunday.
Anyway, I woke up, and had a good laugh at my cat, Sweetie (named by my girly sister).
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I caught a picture of her wearing the collar of shame. She stared at me with her malicious eyes and warned me not to put her picture on my blog. I shrugged off her threaten and connected my handphone(an E 63) to the pc and ta dah!
There she is. The power of technology nowadays.
I guess I will wake up and find scratches on my body. Anyways, the collar has a weird smell that dehydraytes fleas and causing them to die. It has no side-effects to the cat (hopefully). It costs my father a whopping $10!! You can buy two chicken rice with that amount of money(three at cheap restaurants)
My little sister heard me telling my father about the intoxicating smell. Her small 6 year old brain immediately registered her body to the most stupid thing to the collar. She washed the collar. My father went bonkers. I think he wanted to say 'that's like throwing two chicken rice down the rubbish chute!' but he just scolded my sister.
Now the collar has lost its effect and the fleas on my cat are praising my little sister and kowtowing her until their foreheads bleed or something.I think that I had posted enough things for my superb day even though I have to plough my way through tons of homework. This is Ahmad, signing off WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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I caught a picture of her wearing the collar of shame. She stared at me with her malicious eyes and warned me not to put her picture on my blog. I shrugged off her threaten and connected my handphone(an E 63) to the pc and ta dah! 