Superb. Ultrasonic.
That's how I explain my life after I ran-away for the effin' 3 days.
And I miss my family.
No matter what bad things your family say to you,
They still love you for who you are.
They're just like friends, only that we always prorioritize them, then second is where our friends are.
Third? Let's leave that one empty, alright?
A.O.S.,
I'm so friggin' pissed (AND REGRET!!) that I didn't went out with you guys.
I can't go home at night anymore.
I hate it now, I don't know why.
Both the mind and heart can make their own matured decisions.
People, I've changed for the better of the world.
And for the better of my family & friends.
And myself.

When was the last time I'm with my family talking? That was long ago before my dad & ma got divorced. The wound has healed though. Only that I need time to adapt to my new situation: future step-mother. Sometimes, she's okay. Sometimes, she shoots out words that can be pierced into your heart even though the word(s) doesn't refer to you.

When was the last time I'm with my classmates? That was last Friday. I'm getting closer to them each day. Don't worry Skanks, you'll never be forgotten. Look at what we've gone through last year. I feel as if I'm born with a new life. Except for the fact that I'm not and I've skipped 14 years & 6 months exactly if I did reborn. Skanks, we should go out and rule town together! After I get myself paid and all. Still no job. I want to work at Swensen's.

When was the last time I'm with Ma? Saturday. We seldom talk on the phone cause' I feel we're worlds apart and Singtel is nice enough to charge 8cents per minute for both outgoing and incoming. I promise we'll meet ASAP and we can karaoke till we got tonsillitis. With Pa, Kakak-s, Abang-s & of course, ANIQ NU'AIM. I wanna eat Pa's curry lah Ma.

To that "Hafiz" or whoever you are: I can be nice if I want. But once I you talk bad about my friends (which you barely even know!), I hope you'll fall and be afraid to celebrate Christmas this year. Cause' you've been a very naughty boy/girl. Santa doesn't like it, you asswipe. What do you gotta' say about yourself? "Oh no, I've been bad lately. HEEEEEEEEEEELP!", Hafiz said. One more hate-tag, this blog has to say goodbye to the tagboard. Fornicators.

I'm waiting for Dad to approve about my sister sleeping over. So she would stop me from going out, teach me math (Azlan says he's bad in math. So is Ezam. And so is Puteri.), cook her delicious-five-star-restaurant food that can defeat step-mom's Malay cum English cum Chinese cum Indian food & last but not least, to see a marriage's glory, AUDI RYAN.
I won't be updating till' I've redeemed myself with Abang. The internet is there, only that it's not well-connected. I'm so grateful to have what I have now. I just feel it, don't ask why.

No matter what you say to him, you keep coming back to me. What am I? Some love-medicine?