come here to momma, and tell me.

Friday, April 22
11:37:00 PM

yes. i don't feel like giving up. you know, i will have this feeling, and it always turn out as expected. why is this so. and i wish that you will sms me but sometimes, i rather u don't. irony ain't it. imissyou-

olrite. i don't know why but i'm back to b-182 songs. hahh. used to be reggae and soul but now a bit back to punk. that's me lahh. inconsistency. be it in school work or anything else.

school's back to norm now, for me. everything's gg on smoothly, just that sometimes, i'm pissed at justin. and i want mr ong back. i can't seem to concentrate when ms ong's teaching. especially with her wonderful, polished english. "when i marking your work ah...", "do you know that my temperature is boiling when i marking your work???" . HA HA. ok ok. i should stop laughing at people. but seriously, she's funnehhh. and i bet my chem test will be like 5/35 or even lower. and found out that the lowest in our class is like a whopping THREE. *claps for 3E5. sinister smile*

and now, i failed my amaths but i passed my emaths. wooh. it's the opp now. and i passed my lit. and yada yada yada. and I'M LIKE THE DECO IC FOR PRIZE GIVING. i have no f*cking time for all these. ahhhh. shit-ass. it's ok. i'll make the school look even more beauti-fool.

and in the night, we'll wish this never ends.
i miss you-

as the day turns into night, keep your worries out of sight;
no matter how tough the day may seem, u still deserve the sweetest dream.
nites my dear friend.

purëly viñtage®;