hi. i'm missing muhammad hafiz bin omar. ): hais. i wonder when we could meet again. look, i'm not trying to be desperate, okay. i'm just expressing my thoughts here. if you don't like it or you're feeling disguise just leave alright. day wasn't really spend well. cause as usual, fought with mom.
fuck my life, i know right. woke up at 10.30am and i start school at 8. so, didn't went to school. but instead i went to bathe and off to palat's crib. played some computer games and we slacked. thought of meeting aisyah at aisyah's crib. buuuuuuuuuuuut, had some arguments with mum. so went home straight. -.- when the minute i step into the house, she shouted and start cursing me. -.- simply hurting me. mum, i'm sorry. i'm never a good daughter. since my sister and brothers are way better. by all means, keep them under your armpit then. i wonder why is this happening to me. and i realized, it always happened to me. ): sigh. this monkey will be calling me soon. make it fast lah, breast. xoxo, i miss you.

*sorry i couldn't post any pictures.