once again i'm bored with nothing to do.
actually there's hw lah,
but i don't wanna do.
HEH.

i'm peering down my nose and staring at the stick.
the stupid flesh is really sore now.
and refuses to let me push down the stick further.
so it's sticking out like a sore thumb.

had a long talk with nana.
i love you too babe.
don't worry about me ok.
i know where to draw the line.

my arm hurts.
eeyer.

thankyou yati.
you're the best babe.
thanks for telling her to shut up.
even if it probably got you into trouble.
and i'm sorry if it did.

when my phone lights up,
i see bobby's face.
and it's enough to make me smile.
'cause he's so adorable.
and i realise i'm gushing about him.

dadeedum.
it's the little little things that can make me smile now.
other stuffs are too complicated.
and i'm too tired to think about it.
i'd rather keep running.
i don't believe i can't escape reality forever.

i'm gonna go give my baby a hug now.
maybe one day, it'll hug me back?

i just remembered.
we need to learn the language and the culture before mission.
and we have to learn to cook a dish.
HEH. me and cooking don't go.
i'll probably blow up the kitchen.
but i do have to cook.
oh well.
i'm reminded of alvin and kangkong with salt.

and and, i haven't thought of how to design the journal.):
i don't know how to draw skulls.
and i don't have a good reason to justify it either.
eeyer.
stupid melvin lah.
why the sudden need to sell planners?

i shall start over soon.
stop making my precious few worry about me.
especially iggy, nana, bung, nat and cel.
it's hard though.
i'll probably be putting on a mask again.
i always do that.

i'm praying maams will never ask me how's the unit.
or the dreaded question. how's the sqd?
i almost died when maamhuda asked me.
'cause it sucks to lie to them.
yet, they shouldn't know the disaster the unit is in now.
oh well.
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