My sandbag, my diary, my brothers, my sister… AyiM, Wan n Pei Yun. They are my closest one. They are Brothers n Sister to me. My sandbag is sumtin which I vent my anger on. They listens attentively witout interruptin or tryin 2 stop me wen T lament abt sumtin. Wen I groan over minor issues like family prolem, they ‘lends’ me their ears n listens patiently. My diary, I tell them al my unhappiness, wad problems I encounter, all the memorable n vivid things tat happens 2 me. Even biological siblings fight n qurrel, so do we. But we have maintained our brotherhood n sisterhood cos we have a strong bond n deep understandin of each other. We respect one another n we alwaes bury the hatchet n keep only all the happiness shared in our heart n hearts. Even though we do not meet frequentli, we still communicate regularli… IF I LOST THEM, I MIGHT AS WELL LET GOD TAKE ME BACK TO HIM……

REGRET…….

Wad i learned frm skool wasn’t knowlegde to me…. My heart and mind took the wrong path…. I HATED RIGHTNESS!!! And I despired advice!!!! I choose to listen to others and not listenin to wad my mind is tellin me…… I disregarded advice!!!! I walked the path my feet lead me…. I walked 2 the wrong path…. ohhhh… plzzz…… GOD!!!! SAVE ME……… Ishattered my own dreams… IN THE END, I DROWNED IN MY OWN TEARS…….

ITS TOO LATE…….

yooo….

 

it’s not dead lah!!!!!!!!!  IT’S BUSY LEH…..

 

n plus i feel like blooggggin den i blogggg leh……