this is real, this is me.

It was all fake.The laughter,the talk,the smile,it was all fake.Nth was real.Just because of the presence of an elderly,they had to put an act.So pathetic.Now,everything has changed.It is so quiet.They are both giving a cold shoulder to each other.What an attitude.I just couldnt take it.School,homework,job,and now this.Sooner or later,im going to break down if this continues.I wish it would stop.

OK ppl..now still at kak reen house.
thought dun wan to go.
but i left my guitar there.
So have to take.
A few minutes later,
i have to go to work
in this tired condition.
I have to teach a boy play guitar
but worth it lah..got paid mahh..
the boy oso cute2..very stg2 like that..
school was great..
alot of teachers nvr come today..
malay period was like urgh!!
dunnoe wat to say..
in the morning..i was soo angry at dad..
dun wan to tell why..
but luckily friends was there to bring me up back..
thanks girls..((:
okaelah..
byebye..((:

You're the voice I hear inside my head, the reason that I'm singing

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Hazirah!
A girl whose life is filled with both joy and sorrow.Despite the ups and downs she had in her entire life,she knows that she will always have her bestfriends,cousins and family by her side forever.