At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Don't regret when i'm gone,
Wednesday, July 15
Last blogged @ 11:03 PM


School was okay.
Got scoldings from our most beloved
Mrs Chan, our Art teacher.

Its a long story.
Don't bother to type everything all out.
Sorry! HAHAHA.

Reached home at about 5pm.
Watched tv, eat and abang's director/friend
came. Talked and talked.
At about 8pm, got ready and went off to
my Uncle's place.

Sit around, visit uncle who is sick.
He's getting from bad to worse.

Uncle, I hope you'll get better.
Don't ever give up in life.
I'll hope for the best, for you. *hearts*


Then, a cousin of mine went into the kitchen, eat
and call me. Ignored. I don't want to disturb him eating.
Then, he call me again.. Talked nonsense with him.
talked about the others and he has 15 cats!
& there will be more! One of them are pregnant!
HAHAHA.

cute kaaaaaan?
IF NOT! he have more than 15.
& he is the one who needs to clean everything.
HAHAHA.

At 10pm just now, reached home.
& now, blogging!

& i'm bored! ):

you're the only one I wish I could forget.