fatty daddy.

i never knew a simple action of raising my hands on the first day of school back in form 4 when our form 4 teacher asked the class who wanted to switch places would be one of the most intelligent and luckiest things i have done so far.

from playing cupid,
to having our own writing competitions in english classes,
to having you say you would buy me size M clothes by the time it was my 17thbday to motivate me to lose weight.
to having conversations bout the length of penises,
and most of all always being the most understanding and patient listener ever.

a feeble thank you wont be able to express my gratitude.
from the day i met you onwards, my idea of a true friendship was form after you.
sometimes, you are fatty to me,
sometimes, you are daddy to me,
but all the time, you are a friend to me.

happy 21st birthday perng!

smile, you are on my blog haha.

:)

my college friends commented that i have mellowed down alot these days.
i am less hyper and talkative.
the sighting of my loopsided grin is considered rare.
and i hardly bother to dress up for uni.

but today, i have every damn right reason to plaster a big smile on my face because
I FREAKIN PASS ALL MY PAPERS!
I FREAKIN PASS MY AUDIT PAPER IN THE FIRST ATTEMPT!
out of 10, only 3-5 people pass this paper in their first try.

it was a hard 1month of major cramming and grilling every last ounce of my brain.
i had issues to deal with and yet had to force myself to stay focus on my priorities.

this is not my doing, something tells me Someone lent His hand.

i am happy.
very in fact.
i have never been this happy for a very long time.


everything is slowly falling into place. slowly, yes, but surely.

like anything can get worse than this.

why when bad things come, they do so altogether?
is this a test?
what if im not good enough?
will i end up being a bitter and resentful person?
or will i only become stronger as an aftermath?
can my faith stand firm when everyone around me is hurting?
my beloved grandmama,
my dearest grandpa,
my favourite uncle, my one and only,
myself..



will anyone save me.

nothing like a nice picnic to get you into the mood.

great weather, great company, great food, great adventure :)

we got lost cycling, got stalked by taman rangers, laugh bout it, got bruised from bee's clumsiness in handling the bikes, worked out, recharged, fucking conned into getting down a steep slope, screamed my lungs out, secretly enjoyed the ride, camwhored in sweat-soaked shirts, drove a manual car superbly around putrajaya, got lost, got disappointed over the response for my sandwiches, got accused of wanting black sex slaves haha and got stalked by taman rangers thrice after that.

lovely :)