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 Rinniey & Syaddad

My bald lover.

Finally got out of the house. I mean out of my house as in anywhere outside of my neighbourhood. I only have my Malay (which I dread) and Science papers left! I can't wait to finally continue my scrapbook, jam with my bandmates, take up line-dancing, buy a skate scooter, complete most on my bucket list and submit my entry in this *secret* competition once the examinations period is over.

Met up with Nini at Bugis, headed straight to Sarbat for late lunch and teh. Bumped into a couple of people ~awkward~ Syaddad came, then Maf. It was a nice tea session, one I haven't had in ages. Then there was this random creep who messaged me, telling me he got my number from tagged.com. He said he doesn't know my name and all of a sudden he asked me if it was Riyah. I'm going to Google my number just in case it comes up online on random pages. (Quite terrified of the results)

Anyway, it was a nice day filled with great company and good food. It's delightful to know that there are nice guys out there. Ahem, Syaddad. You know what they say, nice guys are usually gay. So if you found yourself one who's not, you're more than lucky. I am glad to have friends I know I can trust. Sometimes, 'best friends' just don't make the team. Just a thought: I can only shape my life with my own bare hands. No one can tell me what I can do because everyone's life is different. There are those who make more mistakes than others and then there are those who just grow up right. I'm growing up. I'm bound to fuck things up. Sometimes more than others do. I do know that I'm wise enough to learn from it. I don't have a role model or an adult to guide me. I hadn't grown up with one, I don't need one now. I can do fine on my own.

Cough syrup and good sleep. xx