Yasir:Hi every body as you noticed im johan's cousin (DUDE WE DID NOT REALIZED)Shut up . Oh by the way i wanted to tell u that on my birthday(insyahallah)we will go go~carting :]. So i will like to invite all of johans friends to come by the way tommorow is priso....im mean school so every body panic (stop past yasir ur frighting them ) you shut up (;[ ) so ill see you in a while bye 3333333333333333333iu tfvghyujfyjfaetvggehbrghwihwi
sorry fainted on the keybord
BYE!!!!!.....
Sunday 16 March 2014
Sunday 9 March 2014
Happy 12th Birthday!
If you didn't read the title, or don't know how to read it,(Wait, that means you can't read this either) you should know that a few days ago, was my date of birth.... It Was My Birthday! Get the hint.
So anyways, I had an Idea that on everyone of my birthdays, I should make a voice record. You know, to see how much my voice changed. I should also measure my height too.
So to explain to you multi-organisms about the 6th of February in detail, I will.... um...explain to you about the 6th of February... in detail. Yeah. So anyways, I woke up in the morning feeling happy, excited and gassy (like any other 12 year old). Then, I waited for my well-respected invited guests, or what the kids call it nowadays, "friends", to come over to the house. When they arrived, we spent some time talking and playing in the house.Yes, 3 hours is considered "sometime". After wasting a part of our lives sitting at home, we immediately went to, the Paintball Park. But before we get to that paragraph, I'll tell you about those who came with me. Their names are, Kamal, Ibraheem, Umar, Amirul and Zul(fadhli). The others who came to play, were members of my family, like uncles, and cousins.
When we got to the battlefield, we took our guns, armor, dignity, and for some of us, fear(I wonder who that was), and fought to the death. Read that with a masculine voice.
And I know that some of you are like," But doesn't getting hit by a paintball hurt?", no it doesn't past Johan. "Tell that to Ibraheem who's arm bled!", shush past Johan, you're going to scare the readers, go back to your own time.
So I think what we've learnt today readers, is that time travel doesn't exist, and getting hit by paintballs, doesn't hurt." Said the guy who got 3 bruises", Just Go Away Past Johan!
So to explain to you multi-organisms about the 6th of February in detail, I will.... um...explain to you about the 6th of February... in detail. Yeah. So anyways, I woke up in the morning feeling happy, excited and gassy (like any other 12 year old). Then, I waited for my well-respected invited guests, or what the kids call it nowadays, "friends", to come over to the house. When they arrived, we spent some time talking and playing in the house.Yes, 3 hours is considered "sometime". After wasting a part of our lives sitting at home, we immediately went to, the Paintball Park. But before we get to that paragraph, I'll tell you about those who came with me. Their names are, Kamal, Ibraheem, Umar, Amirul and Zul(fadhli). The others who came to play, were members of my family, like uncles, and cousins.
When we got to the battlefield, we took our guns, armor, dignity, and for some of us, fear(I wonder who that was), and fought to the death. Read that with a masculine voice.
And I know that some of you are like," But doesn't getting hit by a paintball hurt?", no it doesn't past Johan. "Tell that to Ibraheem who's arm bled!", shush past Johan, you're going to scare the readers, go back to your own time.
So I think what we've learnt today readers, is that time travel doesn't exist, and getting hit by paintballs, doesn't hurt." Said the guy who got 3 bruises", Just Go Away Past Johan!
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