by Nur Faiqah Shahri
That (points up) shows what my life's about. Hidden. Bottled up. :|Hmm. I don't know what's up. Just my feelings perhaps.
You know when you broke a glass, even if you hold it up with a glue. It'll still look broken.
Yeah. Imagine that brokened glass is me. I'm not as weak, I'm more than fragile than i used to, another fall and i'd be into pieces; this time worse.
I fear not being handled with care.
If i were to be given a chance, i wanna be in pieces where i could hurt the person who broke me.
Everything's a theory now. It can't be done practically though.
SKIP>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
I wanna talk about my mummy. I had a long conversation with Mummy just now when we went out to Admiralty for awhile.
I asked, "have you been to the club? what is it like?"
Mummy answered,"it's fun. a lot of fun but you gotta be careful."
I asked, "but mum, if someday me and sister were to visit the club someday, will you allow?"
Mummy answered," yeah sure, i can bring you guys there someday. you can get in free :)"
I was like. OK.
Then mum told me about her pastimes where she'd be rather wild. Somehow. haha. How she'd enter club with my aunties while my cousins sleepover at my house.
Gosh, I didn't know she's like that. I thought she's those type of a good daughter. Chey.
Hahaha. Oh well.
That's it then.
I'm feeling rather lonely now.
Hmm.
Oh well, goodnite readers. I'm having Mothertongue Oral tomorrow. O's somemore. Die.
Love (L)
