I wanted to write something..
but..I have nothing to write..
& still.. Im staring at the screen..
Thinking of what to write here..
Trying hard to squeeze out something..haha~
I do have a lot of things to write when Im at Kampar..
But why do i feel nothing to express when Im back here?
what a weirdo I am..haha..
this week will be the last week for me in KL..
going back on sunday...17th ocT..
things happened during this holiday..
& i didnt wanna mention it here..
'cause.... hmmm...haha..
felt that someone changed..
is it because of my physical changing?
or.. this is only the real him?
made me not comfortable when meeting with him that day..
[ on that day,at sg.wang with my cousin..]
I said 'don't touch me' with an unhappy tone..
but he ignored..& still do so,
hey,WHAT'S the PROB'?!
duh.. just frustrated..
how could he become so.........= =
later if he kena slap or kill by my dear,
i dont know LO~ i wont save him de LO~
lol...
yer...
make me feel like not meeting him anymore..
unless there's friends like khai with me..
if not, NO.
R.I.P baby boy,Bernard..
your mom were so sad when she lose you..
you're just still a baby..
How could HE let you suffer so much..
why is HE so unfair..
How could HE take you away..
separate you & your parents..
you were her life..& she needed you...