the only thing i dreaded coming back would be the common question " how's your holiday" but i guess thats not the hardest thing to handle. the reaction from others was. only my mum, she was so supportive of it, helping out, not getting angry, not being sad.

if you all are curious what happen to me and C in KL. well, i spend half a day crying in our HUGE hotel room, another half in police car and station.C spend most of the time on the phone. it has nothing got do with C bullying me or whatsoever. we both were happily winning money from genting casino, he even bought a clot jeans. not till the incident that happen,that caused me to be so traumatized. i hate malaysians, any kind, any breed(not even human), im hoping that those who were involve in the incident burn to hell, or their whole family die in a very horrible death(though my mum say no to this curse, i still dont fucking care). anyway my closest friends, please dont ask me about this, this is the most i can say. if you guys really care just don't ask, although me and c both felt that weshouldnt say it out, he is already outside telling his story, he just needed someone to talk to. i have my mother =)

night, i hate night time once again, non-stop yet frail nightmares i have.