Mother? Father?
Money please.
Your daughter is eying for stuff and doesn't wanna use her own money cause she's a pig.
Mother? Father?
Your daughter doesn't know the meaning of being shy, that's why.
Mother? Father?
Money please.

Siak, irritating sial.


Why does it feel so good to be in 2nd year, yet so bleargh?
This week is going by fast yet slow.
Fast in the context of my general life and with all the assignments and projects and shit.
Slow in the context of having 9 more months to meet my boyfriend. Bloody hell. I'm trying not to count, but I still do. I miss you uh, nigga.
Alamak, terside-track.

So yeah, 2nd year, what the fuck.
I think my chances of going to a poly is 12.75619364%
And the chances of me getting 4 points for the next 2 semesters are as good as when hell freezes over. How like that, you tell me?
Fuck you, brain. For dying on me whenever exam starts.
And fuck you Farrr. For not giving a flying fuck about your O levels.
I'm still sore about it. Nabey.



There's only 1 word that I shall say about it.
Childish.
It's cause of them and mainly him around, that I kinda don't like hanging out with you guys.
Why can't it only be just us?
You guys don't like him either, then why face him?
Just cause I said I got over everything, then only did you get over it too.
What the fuck?
What if I never said anything?
You'd still hate each other's guts and not support each other?
Bleeding childish sia.
Then event is coming up soon, then what? You're gonna go back on your words and act as though nothing happened?
Sial ah. Konek siak.
Where are your brains, man? Up your asses?
Wake up uh, fucks.
You're no longer kids, as much as you'd like to think you are.
I'm not avoiding, no. I'm sure you think I've changed.
But I haven't. And unfortunately you haven't either.
It's just that you guys are not the people I thought you were.
My respect for you is almost gone.


Wambo loves Chiceeen.
And misses Chiceeen alot.