there's always this constant nagging at the back of my head. chill and fuck the rest. just heck what people might think of you and stay strong. go forth. i know its not easy. is it some sort of stress? i dont know. how i wish i could turn back time to my school days. somehow i think detentions back then are much fun. how we came late for school. copying during tests. shooting bubble tea pearls till it got stuck at people's shirt. those were the days. like what they say, ini namenye takdir. everything happens for a reason. and should i say, im blessed.
to rayyan, you always make my day. we don you into that spiderman suit complete with the mask, you never complain. we're so gonna miss ya. just 3 weeks baby and nenek's gona be home by then.
