At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Don't regret when i'm gone,
Wednesday, February 4
Last blogged @ 8:31 PM

Was busy and tired lately.
Like seriously. I was so exhausted this few days.

On Monday, slacked around in school with
Najah sayang. She wants to support her boyfriend
and its worth it. Uthman scored a goal, for Najah.
*laughs*
Hong Kah against Chestnut and OBVIOUSLY,
Hong Kah won, 3 - 0.
Reached home around 6.30pm.

On Tuesday, Chinese New Year Celebration is
forever boring. Like seriously.
Was released early and off to meet dad at Polyclinic.
Waited for like, 30 minutes or more, when its my
turn, went in for like 5 minutes or even less than that
and I need to pay $4.80, just for my x-ray result.

Its a waste of money PLUS its a waste of time.
Fug.
I hate that, for sure.

Having feelings for someone is difficult.
When I told someone which I thought could keep
the damn thing, she or he will tell someone else.
wtf.
I can't take this any longer.
I'm not telling anything to anybody anymore.
(except for Madu.) Muahmuah.

He nearly knew the truth.