weekends!

just came back from melaka few hours ago. familiar faces and voices and screams and smell again, it's good to be home. i've been celebrating fathers' day since friday, specially, just for ayah, world's best dad, so i celebrated not only one, but 3 days for ayah ;p i love you ayah. please don't cry another tear, for whatever reason, please just be happy for me. i love you. i'd celebrate every single day for you if i could, just be happy.


and i've been worrying about my friends, i've been detached from them all since a couple of days ago; i wonder if they're doing okay. i refused to call, i just couldn't. but i'm sure they're okay (God willing), because if not, they would have come find me. one friend had tried reaching for me, i'm worried about her, but now i feel much better that she's feeling better. she asked if im okay now. well, that has cut the wound open again. i wonder why did i let her call me. but then again, i did not tell her what happened and what i've been through, so maybe she just didn't know; but still, she did not bother asking too. can anyone like me live? i think, im the only one left of this kind. but then, i don't feel like talking much about this, i've been putting it aside, i just don't want to even come close to touching it. im recovering, outside. since i can never heal, external recovery will do. im a strong girl, just as Mak (my late grandma) was. im her girl. im my parents' little baby girl.


i'll just stop here, before i barge in with everything unsaid here about some stupid political stuffs that have been making me sick all week, i mean, come on, why are they so pathetic? i mean, is it necessary to ask for 1Malaysia's suggestions of a name for your new kitten?? oh my word. and that's like only one of the many things that's sickening me. uuuff. okay okay, better get going. blablabla.