This morning my brother came screaming into my room, "EH SI BUTO TU DAH MATI!"

I've never heard my younger brother utter profanities before, or atleast not in public or in my presence. So i frowned for a moment and it took me approximately 20 and a half seconds to realised who the BUTO he was talking about. BENAZIR BHUTTO. That president from God knows-what country. The being who Kid and I laughed about throughout the evening in Abg Wan's house. Poor fella. Bhutto's dead, people. Dun forget the flowers okay.

On a much brighter note, (though it still confuses me as though why that Bhuto's death would be a sad note; i mean dammit i don't even know her, and she's miles away in another continent) we went to watch I AM LEGEND yesterday. And the part i love most about the movie? That whole Shrek-memorising dialogue from Dr. Robert Neville. It was hilarious and Will Smitch rocks. Apart from that, nothing that great and nothing too disappointing. And half of the movie my dearest boyfriend have no idea what they're talking about.

=)

I did Mainstore yesterday and oh boy, Irene was Irritating. But it was about the same only twenty times much hotter than cafe. And if you've noticed, i actually have no idea what else to blog about. I can't wait for Genting, and i've got plans on what to buy. And something tells me it's going to be fun fun fun.

And i got that Adidas shorts i wanted so much. JOY TO THE WORLD.