Happy 19th Birthday, asshole.
You and I both know I love you.
Thanks for having my back all this while.
Making me smile when I'm down.
Making me laugh till I'm on the brink of peeing in my pants.
The other 1/3 of the Happy Three Friends will be back sooner than you know it.
I. Cannot. Wait. To. Meet. You.
I can't make it to PS's gig =((
But the phone call was more than enough to keep me happy.
Sayang kau ah.



I'm at a point whereby I've come to realise,
Eventhough times are good or bad, you're always alone.
No one's there to cheer for you when you're at your best, when you've achieved something, whatever.
No one's there to lift your spirits up when you're down or when you're having problems.
No matter how many friends you've got, no matter how much you'd wish everything will be the same till forever and ever, it won't be.
Everyone has their own lives to lead.
Their own goals to achieve.
Their own dreams to chase.
And their own commitments to well, commit to.
It sucks to know that, but it's hard to ignore.



My phone's been getting calls and texts from the most random people on earth.

Farhan Borst the sad panda, calling me a monkey and telling me to entertain him cause he's on guard duty and "was super occupied but found time to text me". hahaha annoying monkey.
Figo telling me that he has an event tonight at Clarke Quay and asked me to join.
Nurul asking if I was going to Zhara's birthday at MOS.
And whoever else.

Which comes to my point.
Screw school.
For not giving me the flexibility of having as much fun as compared to how hard I'm working.
Tsk.
Once again. Screw school.


I miss Mr. Azhar.
A lot.
The best secondary school teacher on planet earth.
And who's also hot in his own way.
I miss his History classes.
I miss sitting through his class and just listen to him talk.
Random bull. But walaaaaaau I miss him.

But not as much as I miss



My Kutu Cat.
I fucking love you.
9 months more -___________________-"
♥♥♥