I feel a little bit too lazy to blog but WHO CAREZXZXZX, I'll still blog anyway.

I, for some reason feel bad. I feel terrible inside. I don't know what I'm feeling... I have this guilt, I guess. But, i don't know the reason why I feel guilty. Have I done anything to hurt anyone? Oh, yes, Muhammad Zulhilmi, my best bitch. Oh well, who else? Rasyad.
Um, okay wait. Have I left anyone out? - Oh, yeah. Selynna and Zahrah and also, Ifah.

I feel rather guilty for acussing my two best bitches.
You should know what all these' about, Zul.
I guess Rush will get what I'm trying to say sooner or later.

I feel super bad towards Selynna for actually turning her down for almost every outing. I don't know whats wrong with me. I'm always turning people down on outings and stuff. And speaking of that, I turned the whole class down by not showing up at the Class BBQ today. I, honestly felt sick. Ooh, gosh.

I don't know why I feel bad towards Zahrah though. Well, maybe cos we haven't been talking much on the phone since her house phone was being an ass. But babe, since your birthday is coming up soon, I'll assure you that you'll have fun. I've to make sure of that. :D

Haven't been entertaining her much due to my stupid moodswings.
SORRY, IFAH.

Okay, now that I've got all of it covered, it's time for the happy part.
I'm really glad that I was able to talk to Zul & Rush online. Like, finally la. After drifting apart for oh-so-very-very-very-long.
And, Fouzan's officially fifteen today.
I'm able to smile back up. Because I find today the happiest day out of the whole exesperating week I have had.

Letters To You By Finch's a sweet rock-song.

And I'm back to my guitar.
I miss touching the strings of my blue-guitar. Awwww.

Oh oh! I want to ride a carousel, I wanna blow bubbles, I wanna swing.
Those bring back loads of my childhood memories. I missed being a kid, a young child and not knowing anything or being in any danger.

I miss that. I miss being a four year old very much.

I'm craving for a chocolate fondue.

And i am sweating.

practices makes perfect.