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Selipar Crocs Adik Aku

Kesian pulak aku tengok adik aku nie bila aku beritau yang selipar crocs dier kena rembat (bersama2 kasut ayah aku). Tengok harga selipar tu pun tak aa mahal sangat (beli pasar jer) tapi tau la yang adik aku sayang sangat selipar dia.

Aku paling menyampah/benci/kutuk/$%^$#$ orang yang mencuri nie. Sejak dari form 1 lagi aku ada sejarah buruk dengan pencuri. Biasalah budak asrama, nampak barang best jer curik. Lan**u sungguh perangai pencuri2 nie. Aku tak tau la macam maner nak describe perasaan aku sekarang nie, sebab aku sangat2 anti dengan pencuri, tak kira la dari golongan maner pun. Kesian adik aku ko tau x? Kalau aku dapat tangkap pencuri2 nie...siot, perasaan marah dah menghantui diri.

Tapi nak buat macam maner en, barang yang dah kena curi, memang takkan dapat balik aa. Sebab kesian sangat dengan adik aku, aku cakap aa kat dier yang nanti aku belikan satu selipar crocs untuk dier. Harap2 ader la sale kat Johnson Creek tu. Sabar la ye wahai adikku, nanti aku balik hujung bulan 6 nanti, ko show off la ngan selipar ko tu merata2. Asalkan ko tak show off kat facebook dan tak kena curi lagi.


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