I wonder how would it be if things didn't had to go this way. How would everything be if he would not have to go for the damn recourse. Why do I always have to go through that bloody training again. He's going for 5 days 4 night outfield camp on the 9th February to 14th February. Yes, fucking 14TH FEBRUARY.
And then Mid March (or May?), he's leaving for Brunei (or Taiwan?) for another outfield training for 3 fucking weeks. Thanks aar National Service.
Meanwhile I'm not sure myself when is school starting and whether am I prepared to commit and throw the dirty habit of skipping class.
Nuhad's momma bought her an iTouch and last week, Nora got an iPhone as a Birthday present. I wonder how would it be if my father is a Doctor or an Engineer or even a Sailor and earns a bomb, a bulldozer, a bazooka, I would had been riding my R125 by now, I would have my Canon 450D hanging onto my neck, I would have a whole room of cuckootails !!!
Haha. Oh oh and I think I lost my dressing sense. I keep on wearing ol boring long sleeve top, V neck top with a coloured tank-top, [I have millions and millions of them. Different pattern, diffrent shape and colours !] and I'll always bun up my hair or up do it messily. I'm starting to look as boring as an old teacher with a default floral top and a skirt.
This post is full of shit. So don't bother.
Orangedoll
is thankful for the clothes that fits a lil too snug;
it means she haf enuff to eat .
