At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
Don't regret when i'm gone,
Sunday, January 17
Last blogged @ 12:28 AM

i have a lot to tell.
but its not the right time.
its 12.28am.

i'm sleepy.

i had fun as usual.
be it with school mates or
*you*.

& i love yati!
hahahaha. she has been there
for me. for lessons, after school,
before school, for recess.
thanks bbe! hahahha.

why am i so good today?
okay, bye.




i love surprises, boy.
two surprise in one eh? :)
iloveyou.