today we talk about cars...
but i don't know about cars eh, so just listen nia lo..
hmm.. SH told YN about she feel that YN will drive what car..
then i ask her what car she think i will drive,
know what she answer me?
u guess?
ok la.. let me tell u la..
she said i didn't drive car eh, but is wait bf to fetch eh..
erm... ya meh?
how she knows my bf sure got car leh? maybe don't own car eh mah..
she said she can teach me about the type of cars..
so she said recess time meet at our "old place",
but then recess time, after i ate, i went there,
but she was not there..
she also not at canteen so i went to foyer to look around,
but also didn't see her..
after that i saw CY, i asked her, only know that she stay in class..
i feel disappointed because we promise liao eh but she put an aeroplane to me...
recess time when listening they talking,
i heard something,
although it's seem nothing,
but don't know why i will feel down..
maybe because of related to him eh gua..
i can't concentrate for the rest of time..
after school, when i waiting bus,
i look inside school, the place where he parked his car...
again, saw something...
makes me feel
at home, saw something else..
as same, although it seem nothing,
but don't know why i feel sad..
how can it be???
sky become more dark,
and i saw tiok eh thing become more..
and hurt ko ka more..
hmm.. if say they both nothing eh,
seriously, i really won't believe..
hmm.. he bought her a dress...
a dress is so expensive, but,
yes he did..
this kind of thing, if a boy didn't like a girl,
impossible to do that..
even is bf, some also won't buy..
but, the truth is, he did it...
i feel so hurt...
hurt hurt hurt hurt hurt...
besides hurt, is still hurt..
they ask me go prom night,
i got a bit feel want also..
hmm.. but go for what?
to see something? to get hurt?
everyday i afternoon start to write my blog,
then leave it, till night continue write then only post it..
so now, hmm..
my stomach very pain, i unable to write le..
feel wanna find somebody to support me, but no one..
so,
bye
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