Im getting vulgar.
And he bloody malaysian ACCENT.


Ohh wells.
I guess im kinda used to hanging out with younger boys,
Well,
Five of the ARE younger than me.
It ges kinda frustrating,
Being the third oldest,
and sister not being around.
I get the responsibility load too.


Well,
I slept with the five youngers,
Five boys.
SIX people squeezed in the blooddyyy small room,
trying to get space,
And all of us woke up super late.
wahawhawhhahawhaw
Runs in the blood ehh.

Well,
I'll try to upload the netball pictures
and the pictures of my cousins up soon cos i think my blog's DYING.



Maturity undertaken.
Once upon a time,
There was a beautiful grape vine,
Growing wonderously in the yard.
The people loved it,
For bringing them both pleasure and a beauty of its own.
Showering the vine with deserved beauty,
No one saw the fence,
Behind,Supporting the weak stem.
Alone all along,
Behind waiting for someone to notice its importance,
But that day never came.
The vine grew strong with the praise,
While the fence died from the inside from all its insults.



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