for God's sake & God damn it! i can't believe it, that after calculating and subtracting the 2weeks from the real date, the due is going to be 27December.
Oh sugar-honey-ice-tea! i'm utterly unprepared, but prepared for what's going to happen next. if anyone know what i mean, well, that's good.
mum tried to coax me by asking me to do exercises(which i have been doing) and literally, i did what she said. i'm being posessed by mum. Grr! that is so not fun. and yesterday, mum&dad brought me out, and guess what, DAD TORTURED ME TO HELL(i prefer heaven). believe it or not, from home, taxi-ed down to Robinson Rd post office at CBD area, and then from there, walked too DBS bank. okay, then taxi-ed again to Bugis Junction for lunch and here comes thekilling and raging part. from Bugis Junction, we walked all the way to Jln Sultan. and till this point time, my legs and the whole body are suffering in a continous dull pain or you call it, aching. maybe next week, i'll be asking Aisyah to come over my place. i'm dead bored and is spending my time studying or should i say, prolly studying. i just don't know which term define thebest way of me doing things.
things are getting better nowadays. Danial contacted me back, and he has been calling me almost like very night. Err! Daniakl, if you're reading this, i seriously won't go for a guy older than me by a long distanced year. LOL. but seriously, my Os are what i have to concentrate now.
oh oh, i told mum about babe Aisyah, and mum say, "Why not ask Aisyah to come over and you syudy together during the holiday? after studying you guys can do whatever you want. study for 2-3hours."
how nice eh mum? HEHS. i guess, i don't have much to blog about, as currently, i'm using my cousin's laptop.
the flower always blooms beautifully that no one can deny it's beauty. i was once like a rafflesia, nice but with a dead smell that stuffs the nostrils and people disgust me. but now, everyone is giving me the chance to bloom like a rose, which has stems that are thornful that pricks the greedy.
