I havn't blogged in years. My laptop charger spoilt, and so i had to conserve bettery the whooole weekend, only using it when i really needed to. So now, i'm charging with firdaos' charger, and can only collect my charger on Wednesday. Irritating. No one knows ho frustrating it is to have to ask my mother for her password every single time i felt the need to use the computer and then having to use windows when i just got used to mac. ha ha. i love my mac.

So anyway i'm soooo glad tomorrow's a holiday. yessssssss. hahha. Even though it hardly makes a difference cos i start school at 2 which means i can still sleep in school or no school. Why cant labour day be on Thursday. i hate thursdays.

An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years. Upon her return, her father cursed her.
Where have ye been all this time? Why did ye not write to us, not even a line? Why didn't ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer old mum thru?
The girl, crying, replied, "Sniff, sniff....dad....I became a prostitute...."
"Ye what!!? Out of here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this family."
"OK, dad-- as ye wish. I just came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten bedroom mansion plus a savings certificate for $5 million."
"For me little brother, this gold Rolex and for ye daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside plus a membership to the country club....(takes a breath)....and an invitation for ye all to spend New Years' Eve on board my new yacht in the Riviera, and...."
Now what was it ye said ye had become?" says dad.
Girl, crying again, "Sniff, sniff....a prostitute dad! Sniff, sniff.
"Oh! Be Jesus! Ye scared me half to death, girl! I thought ye said a Protestant. Come here and give yer old man a hug.

HAHAHA.