At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Don't regret when i'm gone,
Monday, March 31
Last blogged @ 6:12 PM

So, yeah. Maybe yesterday's update was toooo harsh ehs. whatever.
I don't really care, you see. I know, she's going to tell all her friends, and all her friend will do is, hating me. Yaaaaa. whatever, again(:
I know what he is going through.
whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever and whatever.
[favourite number, babe.] i'm two-faced? omfg.

Mid-Year Exam is around the corner. 4 more weeks, 2nd May.
I really need to buck up my studies. lagi`lagi, Physics, English and Mother Tounge. Really.
I need to stop sleeping and laugh non-stop in the class starting from tomorrow.
Insya'allah.
I just hate Physics like, to the core! really. hahah.
School ends at 4pm and Hidayati accompany me to the library, borrow a book and do our A Maths homework while waiting for bf.
Bf said he'll be there by 4.30pm but, he's not there. Still waiting for the bus at Khai's crib.
& again, Hidayati accompanied me till we met bf at the bus stop.

Those girls are sucha *&^#*^@(
She's like, flirting with bf?!
Bf told me when he alight from the bus, and the girl was walking right infront of me, & i was like, super pissed off.

So, yeah went back straight and bought Mashed Potato and a drink.
Super hungry this few days. I don't know why. Going to be fat soooooon ))):


ily, bf.
thanks for cheering me up!