hello readers (: Yesterday, I'm the sleeping beauty in class. *sigh* i know it's kinda bad to sleep in class from like 11 to 4pm? Seriously, i'm tired really very tried. Lesson ended at 4 yesterday. After that, went over to boyfriend's work place & find her. Reached there, saw Tanya there too ((: wait till boyfriend end her work. After that, we went northpoint to wash photo. After everything, bus-ed back home. Reached home, messaged boyfriend & told her that we not meeting le. I'm tired )): Night time, was talking with Jen while she's on the phone. HAHAHAHA. Was telling her if it's right to be with blah blah blah. After that, she didn't say anything & i asked if will break or not. she was like, " YES" oh my god )))): Nevermind. Went online till 12plus going 1am. & i'm awake now ((: Let's see. Today, will be going over to ms hannah's place for cell ((: YAY ! 3 cheers. So long don't have cell already. kinda missing cell. After cell, meeting boyfriend & dia bahs. still not confirm. Tomorrow, having parade. wear full uniform )): I'm growing fatter each day )): 3rd aunt called. She's nice, asked about our studies & everything. After that, she's not nice. Because, she asked about my father. I know that you people are super duper concern about my father. BUT BUT BUT ! why can't you people just stop asking?! It's like, everytime called us & for sure will asked us about my father. worst still, put a lot of comments about my father. he's your BROTHER & my FATHER ! it's not cannot ask, BUT ask so many times for what?! maybe, you people don't know how Mummy , Jen , Jasper & i feel. i can tell you all NOW. I'm fucking SAD & feeling horrible ! Everytime, my father called us. He talked to me, i will cry. I just cannot accept the fact that he left the family for 3 years ))): 3 years without father love is really terrible ))): I really HATE it when people give bad comments about my father. Really. Not even aunts & uncles. Even cousins too. WHY CAN'T YOU PEOPLE STOP ASKING?!



I’ll take you to the brink of deliverance
Show you that much
Oh, don’t you know it
Oh, don’t you know it
So you fall in love to feel that you’re falling
I’ll let you know your heart
Oh, don’t you know it
Oh, don’t you know it
That’s Shakespeare in love ((:



love and relationships are like, a pile of sand in your hand.if you grip it too tightly, the sand will overflow through the sides of your palms.but if you hold it too loosely, it’ll seep through the gaps in between your fingers.
go figure.