Firstly. BITCH. When doesn't she stop combing her hair, calling in class, trying to be a teacher's pet, flirting with my gang guys, hiding books behind her butt while walking, shaking her butt while walking, acting cute when she isn't, pouted lips, acting pretty, acts as if she's old enough to order and talk to us in such a manner that is soo rude. SEE! I can write 10 negative stuffs bout her!

Like.. WHAT! Everytime i see her, i will say, BITCH in my friend's face. They do understand. Well, my plan? I'll will step up and flip my hair in front of her when i have the guts, and have a much longer hair length. It really pisses me off looking her TRYING SO HARD.

Stop it man! You ain't no pretty girl. I may not like people to compare physical appearences, but.. When you really hate a person, you really want to condemn him'her in as many ways as you can. Yes, you're pretty if your attitude is GOOD. And yes, you're pretty when i have a good impression on you. If not, everything flips back and is the opposite.

Right.. Enough bout' her. She'll spoil this entry page. =.=

My brother left for SAF (Singapore armed Forces) today. I was very upset of course. 2 days before, i cried to sleep. I tried holding my tears, but i can't. He's my one and only sibling that i have. And probably the only one that's going to be. He's the one who held my hands when i was going to fall. I remember, when i was around 5-7 years old, i had a whiteboard on my room wall, and i drew a baby boy and a baby girl beside each other. Above them, i wrote, "babyboy and babygirl, both love each other very much."

Till now, my dad remembers this phrase, and it helps my brother and i to be better siblings. I think that drawing and quote probably changed us. We got closer to each other. As i grew up, he helped me with my studies, as well as how to handle my dad (because you would have to speak to my dad properly. If not, he'll BLAST off! If you know what i mean).

My brother was and will forever be the biggest part of my life. Yes, i used to hate him soo much because he was strict, because he refused to kiss me (when i was yonger. he didn't like giving kisses. =.=). But as i grew older, i realised that... He was the one who guided me through thick and thin no matter what consequences i was facing. We shared secrets, well, some. He taught me how to play basketball, football (i was ALWAYS the KEEPER though! LOL), he taught me computer skills. He's a very huge part in my life.

Today, we were toured around the buildings/camp. WOW, their facilities are quite good. GOOD CONDITION. So different from previous batches. The food was okay, we had spaghetti. I suddenly feel that i can't see my brother come back home in his smart uniform or even a t-shirt will do. I'm quite upset that he didn't bring along his jersey though =p. LOL. But i think he thinks it's too expensive and would be hurtful to see it dirty (after every wear, he would soak it in water!).

Anyways, Shawn came back to school today after a sprain in his leg while playing football. Ummaira was finally back too. Her ovaries burst. It's saddening isn't it? But if i were her, i would cry. LOL. Because that means that you can't have any babies of your own. I would definitely go for adoption then! Actually, and honestly, i would love to have kids, but not too many that i will suffer from financial problems, and stuff like that. I love kids. They seem so adorable, and it's sooo interesting watching them grow up, and how they change. *Screams!

I wonder what my brother is doing now. Hmm, probably preaparing for bed already. He would be able to come back on 9th of January for Hari Raya Haji though! But he has to be back by night the next day. I'm starting to miss him very dearly.

Oh well, tomorrow's another day, i hope to see him soon.

cheerios!

<3 jersey8

, osn.

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