This is just BLAHBLAH

Mid-year exam finally started.
One more week to suffer before holidays arrive.
8 more days to go before I can enjoy myself. (Starwalk)

17 more days to the day of my day.

I'm looking forward, and not looking backward. Cause once I start to stop and look back, I'll feel tired and I'll feel like giving up. Just stop and stay there.
I've felt like that for so freakin' many times.

Time is flying fast. We're stepping into June in a few days' time. I can't believe that it's going to be June soon. Just, too fast.
Geez, trying hard to keep up with time. In just a blink of an eye, I'll be in Form 4 then.

Nooooooooo . . . not so fast.

Soooo, here's the plan;

After mid-year exam is holidays. TWO WEEKS. So, I'm gonna enjoy myself. I'm gonna go for Starwalk. And I'm gonna go for badminton and then MYF. I'm gonna go for movies! I'm gonna sleep late and wake up late. I'll online every night. I'll SMS till my phone explodes. LOL!
I'm gonna try out new recipes. Write more stories. Create more poems.
And finally, PUT MY BOOKS ASIDE.

Phewwwwwwwww, that's what I wanna do. But right now, I'm feeling tired and stressed. What if my mid-year results ain't good? Geez, I haven't even start sitting for the important papers yet. Sigh. And at the same time . . . I have personal problems too.
Wattudo??

My so called godbro, we haven't been talking for weeks. Or for the WHOLE month.
I wish you'd read this.

You know what? I thought you're a good, kind, loving, caring, awesome person with a really good personality. HA HA HA. Biggest joke on Earth. I was so totally wrong.
Maybe, you WERE like this before. And that will be like, TWO YEARS AGO. But now, I don't know who you are anymore.

Do you remember? We argued at the beginning of the year 2009, just because of a, well I don't wanna say this but, a b!tch. Yea, a b!tch. Still, you came and talk to me. You asked me to let things between us to be how they were before. Even though both of you were together, you didn't ignore me or forget me. I love that *YOU*.

Then, she broke up with you. And you came to me, telling me how broken hearted you were. After all the "blaming-me-for-hurting-her-when-i-was-the-one-who-got-hurt" thingy, yet I still did not turn away. It was because I couldn't bear it, seeing you being hurt so badly.

During that time, I was on a school trip. I remember I told you that I wasn't feeling well. You told me to take care of myself. Not to fall sick. You cared, and I love that *YOU*.

One night, I had an argument with my ex, and I was really sad. I stayed up till 2 or 3 something in the morning, cried so badly. Then, I texted you. You weren't asleep, you replied. You comforted me. And you knew that you're the one I always looked for when I had problems.

Do you realize that last time, you won't reply me saying,

"Busy now. Tata"

But now, our conversation always end like this. Few days ago, I messaged you. Our *CONVERSATION*, didn't even last for ten minutes.

You changed a lot. I don't know whether you changed because of joining band, or because you broke up with my best friend. I couldn't even talk to you, without getting pissed off. I couldn't tell you my problems, or chat with you like how we used to.

It got even worst after you found your NEW PET. WE DON'T EVEN TALK TO EACH OTHER NOW. NOT EVEN SAYING HI. I don't think that you can even remember that I exist. I tried, I TRIED, and I TRIED, talking to you. But, it didn't work at all.
And, you're being like you are your seniors' pet.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? You flirt with other girls when you're already having a girlfriend. You talk dirty with other girls, and you won't care who they are. Stop doing all these, please. This is not you. Stop acting like you're a kid, its just making you looking like a FOOL. And you dare to call me SIS. HA HA HA. SO FUNNY. Imma say it now that I don't have a GODBRO like you.
And when she breaks up with you, don't come to me. I WON'T CARE, you FT.

GOSH, that's all I wanna say.