Captured images.

1. pixie lott's showcase (aizad, rash, zaf, me)

                                                   2. Singapore's USS. (family & rash)

                                                                    3. Genting

                                                   4. Class. Sociology. (is that mahi??)

                                                   5. Debate at UCTI (me, rash, rauf)

                                                        6. Me. shit i look fat. (50 kg)

                                                           7. Sab & I (kunang-kunang)

                                8. Cousins. Nurin wears a scarf now. I don't know if it's a trend.

                                                                9. Skyping with Juan




Just some of the stuff that i've went through. For future references.

Limitless.

OH SHIT. it's Mark Janssen's birthday! the pro. brb.

BB's stuck. SHIT. hang on. why's mom's sending my sister back on a saturday?  morning?

Anyway, hello. i went out yesterday for the first time ever since the weekend cause:

1) Dad lost the vios keys (maybe he found them earlier and hid them so i won't go out)

2) Whenever, wherever i wanted to go, he wanted to follow

3) decided to just stay home despite the holidays and not to mention i had a whole month of cramming up stress. Can you see what kind of dipshit situation i'm in? Will you not get insane?

Conclusion.

I love my dad but he has GOT to have limits. Control what he should not what he can. I'm fuggin 20. FUCKIN 20. i'm tired of living under his roof. Going by his cash.


I gotta figure a way out of this.




Asap.