Dont Speak.



Monday, July 9
i am back from melaka.
maternal side family went to melaka together to attend to a wedding.
& it was uberly gerek to the boiling point!
now, i miss the melaka people alrdy.
like seriously, they're like so warm & made us feel important.
they made us like VIP gitu.
&&&&&&&&&&&&& i rode a motorcycle for the first time of my life.
my 15 year old uncle drove me around his estate.
i swear tht i was terpekik terlolong mcm budak gilaaaaa.
scary okkay!
oh & he slimed down alrdy like alot!
i used to like call him fatty bom bom.

aft like 2 years, he's like so fucken skiny laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
terperanjat saya.
ahhh & fitri's wedding was okkay lah.
boring.
cause since afiqah didnt tag along, i was alone.
so i mingled around with yan & fitri & all the aunties.
fitri's wife is like so god damn peramah.
terlalu over peramah, i think.
& cik mila's daughter cum ain was like so effing cuteeeeeeeeeee!
the last time i saw her was when she was a baby.
she's the exact copy of the dad lah skrg. 8 months yet so cute.
I WANNA GO MELAKA AGAIN CAN?
SOMEONE THERE, PLEASE GET MARRIED.

today's monday.
& i skipped sch.
cause im tired. :/
baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah