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Sunday, November 8, 2009, 1:44 PM
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I'm pretty much a failure at blog titles like most of...YOU! hahaha. That's why me charm's so smart to choose this template that makes the title harldy see-able(if there's such a word)

I think on Friday the gals of P6I made this game which was inspired by Puan H. I'm not sure whether she's actually glad for getting credit for that game....it's pretty much...sick. Lazy explain game. But it has to do with coconuts, doughnuts, grassskirts,hair and seashells. I think the coconuts and grassskirts already gives great hints to the um....PURPOSE of the game.heh. We thought about adding crabs...but if u get it it might be...a...HOW should i put IT? A great source of pain maybe. wadever. Shev was like..."Boy, Puan Halimah is really bad influence to us!" I guess even ppl with shalws over their heads are not totally innocent. HAHA!..man am i glad i don't have malays reading this blog. Because if they did this will be my second insult to them. first was my pork post.

Speaking of pork, U know ppl who go for NS after SPM for some training thing? Yea some of my sis friends came to our house and they were talking about how they sort of smuggled pork into the camp. It's like late at night they'll sneak somewhere and eat pork jerkey. And probably nearly 3/4 of their converstion was about their love for PORKY. Ahh...the joys of being a chinese.

On fri i got myself sorta embaressed too. My father made me quote psalm 6(which has only ten verses) in front of the hs church that we got to every fri. And he told me like a few hours before the meeting. And when i memorised it right...i could quote it really fluently. But when i went up in front i kept on stopping at every verse. And that is seriously horrible. It's a total disaster. And before that i REALLY, REALLY didn't want to do it. But my my father forced me(or at least it seemed like he did) to do it. And i end up messing up the whole thing. Actually when i knew it was the time he was going to call me right....i tried to like act tired, try to avoid eye contact and everything to try to make him forget(which actually worked onceXP) But unfortunately it didn't work. GRR-O. U noe....like Kopi-O. why can't it be Kopi-P? anywayz....back to the point, my parents don't really understand why i'm soo embarressed and they want me to recite another chapter for my sis wedding. GOSH!!!! And in the wedding...there'll probably be a zillion times more ppl then there are in the house church. If i do it in the morning there'll be appoximately 5oo+ and if i do it in the dinner ther'll be around 400+. Guess how embarassing that will be if i do it agian?? So of course i tried my best to get out of it and ended getting more scolding....and saying that i grumble too much.GRR-P. again.