Johan Let Me Write This

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!!!!!.....

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!     

Cross Country 2014

 Greetings to all. In this post, I will talk to you about Cross Country 2014. I got the 27th place. Sorry. I know I got the 18th place last year, but come on. It's a new year, and if you haven't read my last post, I'm up with Secondary 1 and 2 Giants. It was either those guys or a tiny 12 year-old who hasn't even hit his growth spurt yet.

 Actually, come to think of it, I did pretty darn well. There were a whole lot of other Secondary 1 students there who got worse than 30th place. Take most of my close friends for example, most of them didn't even get a number. Except for Ibraheem who got the 12th place. Oh yeah, it was 7 Kilometres long! That's long.

Well, I guess that's all I wanted to say.
Bye!  

School? Don't You Mean Prison?

 Hello people which I probably have never met before. Seriously, who are you? The first days of priso- I mean school, (What's the difference?) has finally started. Sorry to all school lovers and staff (My mom's in the room). Moving on!

 Anyway, I just wanted to tell you people that school has started. "You said that already!" Be quiet brain. Don't mind him, he's a little nutty. Whatever. I just wanted to tell you that this year I have left primary. And by doing that I have joined, (Drum roll please!) BADADADADADADA........SECONDARY 1!

 Hooray, yeah... No one cares....

 Okay then, that's sort of it.
Go awa- I mean, Bye. lollol

We Meet Again People of Earth

 Hello everybody, I write to you today because... because... uhhh..... I forgot. I forgot to write 'because' once. I also forgot to tell you that I forgot to tell you that my cousins came over to my house, like, 8 days ago. And it has been quite great. Yeah....

 I haven't done much in the first half of these school holidays. Not much at all. Except for,
Swimming, Cycling, Running, Chasing, Falling, Throwing, Catching, Not Catching, Falling Again,
and last but not least, Crying.... I really haven't done anything in the first half of my holidays, and it's almost over! (Gasp) Noooooooo:&$;8$.8$:)(/&..7:(.6;).7;!.7;?6!!!!..........................

Sorry, I fainted on the keyboard.
Bye.

Mommy

Oh thunder, I hate you so.
For you drop happiness very low.

I think of what to do when you're around.
But wherever I turn, there is always sound.

Disturbed by the sound you make.
I go to a room which doesn't shake.

This particular room is filled with light.
Whenever I enter this room I feel alright.

In that room is someone who loves me.
For all my years, I call her Mommy.

My Original Mittelo Fatty Drink Recipe

MESSAGE TO READERS:

DO NOT LET YOUR CHILDREN DRINK THIS FOR IT MAY CAUSE THE FOLLOWING, STOMACH ACHES AND OR DIARRHOEA. 

 Hello readers, today I am going to tell you about an original recipe called the,"MITTELLO DRINK".

Yes, you shouldn't make it. But if you do, it will be one of the fattiest drinks you will ever have. The reason for that is the recipe itself.

Ingredients

• Milo
• Nuttela
• Hot Milk

Steps

1. Get a spoonful or more of Milo and put it in your cup.
2. Get a spoonful or more of Nuttela and do the same.
3. Mix together until it lookes like the Milo got a darker colour.
4. Dissolve the new powder with milk which has been in the microwave for 1 and a half minutes.  

After you've learned how to make this, DON'T.

Well at least there was moral to this story, which was, 

IGNORE EVERYTHING I JUST SAID.

Sorry I've Said Sorry Too Many Times

 Hello, I bet you're getting tired of hearing these sorry things all the time. But you really can't blame me for it.
I am Primary 6 this year.

 " You're Pwimawy 6 alweady? Aohh, don't wowwy, you will always be my wittle bwother".
"BE QUIET, SARA!".

 Anyways, the reason I mentioned primary 6, was because I had a major exam this year. And to those Malaysians reading this, yes, it is UPSR. I bet, you want to know my results. But you can't. Don't show me a sad face.

 The second thing is, a blog I read, which was written by one of my followers, also had a sorry post. It said,
" Sorry I did not update for like about a month...". Well I would like to say, HAH! For one reason, she didn't update for a month, I didn't update my blog for FOUR MONTHS! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

Sometimes I think I'm a psycho when I'm writing my blog....

Sorry.  

Procrastination

 A word that everyone's teacher complains about. If it's not a teacher, it's a sister. Or mother/father. Not really the brother(I'm the brother). 

Definition: To delay something out of laziness

When in use: When you're delaying something out of laziness(obviously)

Example: Sister- Don't you have a mathematics test tomorrow? Go study.

               Brother- I'll do it later.

               Sister- Do it or you won't get very good marks.

               Brother- I promise, I'll do it later.

               Sister- Your choice.

               (A few hours later) 

               Brother- 10 o'clock.... I'll do it later.

               (The next day)

               Brother- Why do I do this to myself?

 You can already guess who I'm talking about right? No? Lets keep it that way.

P.S- Not a real story.

My Best Friends

Don't walk in front of me, I might not follow. Don't walk behind me, I might not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

 I have two friends, they stand out from the rest. Their names are Zulfadhli and Amirul. They're my best friends. Sometimes I wonder, how we became friends.

The Story

  January 4th, 2012 was the first day of school. After a long holiday, everyone was happy to come. Some people were at least, because I wasn't. Back to the story. We had our assembly in the field. Like we always do in a big occasion. We were put into lines(according to class). Amirul, Zul and I were put in one line, along with like 15 other people. Our class was named 5 Jazari. With a super class teacher, Ustaz. Yusoph.

 Amirul, Zul and I were sitting beside each other. We talked a lot. Teachers took notice and won't let us sit close to each other anymore. Ustaz. Yusoph took months to find out I talk to Amirul a lot, because Amirul talks quitely. Even though we sit in the front of the class. Amirul used to be quite and everything. When I sat next to him, that all changed. I started talking to him by talking about nigahiga.

 I knew Zul a year before 5 Jazari. We started by pretend punching each other. Wait no, I knew Zul 3 years before 5 Jazari. I used to play "fighting" with him. He was in my Qiraati class.

 So that's how I met the two. And how the two met each other. Together, we were JAMIZUL!
"Johan! We told you not to write that name in your blog, it's lame.""Yeah! Now Amirul and I have to delete it.""Never!"*A lot of fighting*

Yep, those are my best friends.