The day full of sadness.

Today,
I supposed to be happier than yesterday
because I'm alive.
I supposed to feel that I'm the lucky one
who has a sweet family that I can't live without.
I supposed that mom and dad ain't happy
about the 4-day camp
that is far far away from here.
A couple days left,
the camp I'm going.
I've gone many camps before
that even further than this camp.
"Don't you ever go to any camp again,
after this camp.
I won't allow you to go anywhere else or any camping activities."
I nodded under the compromise.
I knew it may affect my study
I'm off 'cause of camp for about a week.
I may lost every lessons
next week.
I knew.
Only wanna get the certificate,
it's the last camp I have to go.
The last time. 
Never and ever,
again.
I don't know
that I've made 'em worry.
So worry about me.
I ain't blame 'em.
but I blame myself.
Maybe it's too early
to leave 'em.
just to explore
just to gain knowledge
that's all I want from this camp.

And today,

I supposed to wash away the past that I've undergone through
that made me lived in dizziness, panic, loneliness,...
dizziness of trying to blame myself.
about how ugly I am
about how disgusting I am
about how stupid I am
about how damn I am
that I think
I am a slut.
I am a asshole.
I am a fat bitch.
I am an idiot.
I am a dick-head.
And I think a slut like me,
shouldn't exist in the world.
I ain't going to commit suicide.

I ain't figure it out
what the hell
that made me think of something like these.
Now,
the only thing in my mind is,
lonely.
I am all alone.
Mom and dad only want the best for me.

they only think that money will make all of us happy
and Of course it will.
As you know,
I am the only daughter.
Alone stays aside of me since the day I was born.
I want to find my own.
everything of my own.
Change,
I want to change.
Any changes I want to have,
may be impossible
for mom and dad.
they don't like it.
how can I?

I wondered how those fat pretty girls
have boyfriend...
dammit.
'If happy ever after did exist,
I wish still be holding you like this...."
just fuck that
All those fairy tales are full of shit.
One more fucking love song I'll be sick.

Maybe I'm too stupid in love
everything about love.
I did help people settle down love things
What about myself???
never.
ha
ha
I won't probably fall in love with anyone else in this age.
because none of 'em suits me
you can say that
I'm stubborn.
because I'm
so just deal with it.

watched twilight
breaking dawn part I
imagined again
I want to the vampire
I can't
it's too much
I'm drowning
waiting for part II

I'm addicted,
to vampire drug.

[Libby's drowning.]

strange

Last year, I spent six months participating in what I was told was a psychological experiment. I found an ad in my local paper looking for imaginative people looking to make good money, and since it was the only ad that week that I was remotely qualified for, I gave them a call and we arranged an interview.

They told me that all I would have to do is stay in a room, alone, with sensors attached to my head to read my brain activity, and while I was there I would visualize a double of myself. They called it my “tulpa.”

It seemed easy enough, and I agreed to do it as soon as they told me how much I would be paid. The next day, I began. They brought me to a simple room and gave me a bed, then attached sensors to my head and hooked them into a little black box on the table beside me. They talked me through the process of visualizing my double again, and explained that if I got bored or restless, instead of moving around, I should visualize my double moving around, or try to interact with him, and so on. The idea was to keep him with me the entire time I was in the room.

I had trouble with it for the first few days. It was more controlled than any sort of daydreaming I’d done before. I’d imagine my double for a few minutes, then grow distracted. By the fourth day, however, I could manage to keep him “present” for the entire six hours. They told me I was doing very well.

The second week, they gave me a different room with wall-mounted speakers. They told me they wanted to see if I could still keep the tulpa with me in spite of distracting stimuli. The music was discordant, ugly, unsettling, and it made the process a little more difficult, but I managed nonetheless. The next week, they played even more unsettling music, punctuated with shrieks, feedback loops, what sounded like an old school modem dialing up and guttural voices speaking some foreign language. I just laughed it off; I was a pro by then.

After about a month, I started to get bored. To liven things up, I started interacting with my doppelganger. we’d have conversations, play rock-paper-scissors, I’d imagine him juggling or break dancing, or whatever caught my fancy. I asked the researchers if my foolishness would adversely affect their study, but they encouraged me.

So, we played and communicated, and that was fun for a while…and then it got a little strange. I was telling him about my first date one day and he corrected me. I’d said my date was wearing a yellow top, and he told me it was a green one. I thought about it for a second and realized he was right. It creeped me out, and after my shift that day I talked to the researchers about it. “You’re using the thought-form to access your subconscious,” they explained. “You knew on some level that you were wrong, and you subconscious corrected yourself.”

What had been creepy was suddenly cool. I was talking to my subconscious! It took some practice, but I found that I could question my tulpa and access all sorts of memories. I could make it quote whole pages of books I’d read once, years before, or things I was taught and immediately forgot in high school. It was awesome.

That was around the time I started “calling up” my double outside of the research center. Not often, at first, but I was so used to imagining him by now that it almost seemed odd not to see him. So, whenever I was bored, I’d visualize my double. Eventually, I started doing it almost all the time. It was amusing to take him along like an invisible friend. I imagined him when I was hanging out with friends, or visiting my mom; I even brought him along on a date once. I didn’t need to speak aloud to him, so I was able to carry out conversations with him and no one was the wiser.

I know that sounds strange, but it was fun. Not only was he a walking repository of everything I knew and everything I had forgotten, he also seemed more in touch with me than I did at times. He had an uncanny grasp of the minutiae of body language that I didn’t even realize I was picking up on. For example, I thought the date I brought him along on was going badly, but he pointed out how she was laughing a little too hard at my jokes and leaning towards me as I spoke, and a bunch of other subtle clues I wasn’t consciously picking up on. I listened and let’s just say that the date went very well.

By the time I’d been at the research center for four months he was with me constantly. The researchers approached me one day after my shift and asked me if I’d stopped visualizing him. I denied it and they seemed pleased. I silently asked my double if he knew what prompted that, but he just shrugged it off. So did I.

I withdrew a little from the world at that point. I was having trouble relating to people. It seemed to me that they were so confused and unsure of themselves, while I had a manifestation of myself to confer with. It made socializing awkward. Nobody else seemed aware of the reasons behind their actions, why some things made them mad and others made them laugh. They didn’t know what moved them…but I did, or at least I could ask myself and get an answer

A friend confronted me one evening. He pounded at the door until I answered it and came in fuming and swearing up a storm. “You haven’t answered when I called you in fucking weeks, you dick!” he yelled. “What’s your fucking problem?”

I was about to apologize to him and probably would have offered to hit the bars with him that night, but my tulpa grew suddenly furious. “Hit him,” it said, and before I knew what I was doing, I had. I heard his nose break. He fell to the floor and came up swinging, and we beat each other up and down my apartment. I was more furious than I have ever been, and I was not merciful. I knocked him to the ground and gave him two savage kicks to the ribs, and that was when he fled, hunched over and sobbing.

The police were by a few minutes later, but I told them that he had been the instigator and since he wasn’t around to refute me, they let me off with a warning. My tulpa was grinning the entire time. We spent the night crowing about my victory and sneering over how badly I’d beaten my friend.

It wasn’t until the next morning, when I was checking out my black eye and cut lip in the mirror, that I remembered what had set me o ff. My double was the one who’d grown furious, not me. I’d been feeling guilty and a little ashamed, but he’d goaded me into a vicious fight with a concerned friend. He was present, of course, and knew my thoughts. “You don’t need him any more. You don’t need anyone else,” he told me; I felt my skin crawl.

I explained all this to the researchers who employed me, but they just laughed it off. “You can’t be scared of something that you’re imagining,” one told me. My double stood beside him and nodded his head, then smirked at me.

I tried to take their words to heart, but over the next few days I found myself growing more and more anxious around my tulpa, and it seemed that he was changing. He looked taller and more menacing. His eyes twinkled with mischief, and I saw malice in his constant smile. No job was worth losing my mind over, I decided. If he was out of control, I’d put him down. I was so used to him at that point that visualizing him was an automatic process, so I started trying my damnedest to not visualize him. It took a few days, but it started to work somewhat. I could get rid of him for hours at a time, but every time he came back, he seemed worse. His skin seemed ashen, his teeth more pointed. He hissed and gibbered and threatened and swore. The discordant music I’d been listening to for months seemed to accompany him everywhere. Even when I was at home; I’d relax and slip up, no longer concentrating on no seeing him, and there he’d be, and that howling noise with him.

I was still visiting the research center and spending my next six hours there. I needed the money, and I thought they weren’t away that I was now not actively visualizing my tulpa. I was wrong. After my shift one day, about five and a half months in, two impressive men grabbed me and restrained me, and someone in a lab coat jabbed a hypodermic needle into me.

I woke up from my stupor back in the room, strapped into the bed, music blaring, with my doppelganger standing over me, cackling. He hardly looked human any more. His features were twisted. His eyes were sunken in their sockets and filmed over like a corpse’s. He was much taller than me, but hunched over. His hands were twisted, and his fingernails were like talons. He was, in short, fucking terrifying. I tried to will him away, but I couldn’t seem to concentrate. He giggled and tapped the IV in my arm. I thrashed in my restraints as best I could, but could hardly move at all.

“They’re pumping you full of the good shit, I think. How’s the mind? All fuzzy?” He leaned closer and closer as he spoke. I gagged; his breath smelled like spoiled meat. I tried to focus, but I couldn’t banish him.

The next few weeks were terrible. Every so often, someone in a doctor’s coat would come in and inject me with something or force-feed me a pill. They kept me dizzy and unfocused, and sometimes left me hallucinating or delusional. My thought-form was still present, constantly mocking. He interacted with, or perhaps caused, my delusions. I hallucinated that my mother was there, scolding me, and then he cut her throat and her blood showered me. It was so real that I could taste it.

The doctors never spoke to me. I begged at times, screamed, hurled invectives, demanded answers. They never spoke to me. They may have talked to my tulpa, my personal monster. I’m not sure. I was so doped and confused that it may have just been more delusion, but I remember them talking with him. I grew convinced that he was the real one and that I was the thought-form. He encouraged that line of thought at times, but mocked me at others.

‘

Another thing that I pray was a delusion: he could touch me. More than that, he could hurt me. He’d poke and prod at me if he felt I wasn’t paying enough attention to him. Once, he grabbed my testicles and squeezed until I told him I loved him. Another time, he slashed my forearm with one of his talons. I still have a scar; most days I can convince myself that I injured myself, and just hallucinated that he was responsible. Most days.

Then, one day, while he was telling me a story about how he was going to gut everyone I loved, starting with my sister, he paused. A querulous look crossed his face, and he reached out and touched my head. Like mother used to when I was feverish. He stayed still for a long moment and then smiled. “All thoughts are creative,” he told me, then he walked out the door.

Three hours later, I was given an injection and passed out. I awoke unrestrained. Shaking, I made my way to the door and found it unlocked I walked out into the empty hallway and then ran. I stumbled more than once, but I made it down the stairs and out into the lot behind the building. There, I collapsed, weeping like a child. I knew I had to keep moving, but I couldn’t manage it.

I got home eventually; I don’t remember how. I locked the door and shoved a dresser against it, took a long shower, and slept for a day and a half. Nobody came for me in the night, and nobody came the next day or the one after that. I twas over. I’d spent a week locked in that room, but it had felt like a century. I’d withdrawn so much from my life beforehand that nobody had even known I was missing.

The police didn’t find anything. The research center was empty when they searched it. The paper trail fell apart. The names I’d given them were aliases. Even the money I’d received was apparently untraceable.

I recovered as much as one can. I don’t leave the house much, and I have panic attacks when I do. I cry a lot. I don’t sleep much, and my nightmares are terrible. It’s over, I tell myself. I survived. I used the concentration those bastards taught me to convince myself. It works, sometimes.

Not today, though. Three days ago, I got a phone call from my mother. There’s been a tragedy. My sister’s the latest victim in a spree of killings, the police say. The perpetrator mugs his victims, then guts them.

The funeral was this afternoon. It was as lovely a service as a funeral can be, I suppose. I was a little distracted, though. All I could hear was music coming from somewhere distant. It was discordant, unsettling stuff that sounds like feedback, shrieking, and a modem dialing up. I hear it still – a little louder now.

Oh my god…

…I…

…I’m generally not into creepypastas but holy shit…

Libby's Lullaby

boo! i'm getting busy recently. I need to prepare everything all over again for the second time of our science show. Today, I was either lucky or unlucky to say that I was saved by God because the sky started drizzling when I was preparing the stuff that needed for the science show early in the morning, around 7 o'clock. I looked up into the sky and i knew it will rain [ha ha, that song's by Bruno Mars ,i know] I asked some boys to carry the table up to the stage and stared at the sky. I thought maybe it was my fate.It's like God won't allow me to represent the science show on the stage.So fine. I kinda happy but neither. I felt it was totally embarrassing. My face shown happy because I didn't even have to represent it but behind the scene, i was like (=.=) . I walked down  to the backstage. Carried my bag and books, walked toward the counseling room.
And before I went back to my class, I went to find my co-curriculum teacher about our program on tomorrow. This program is like a camp. I don't know what's that program for but what I only know is that I've been a year didn't take part in any camp. I like those program. Go further away from where I am. Explore even more tho it's only in Malaysia. At least I can go to the place where I haven't been before. If I have a chance, I'll travel all over the whole with my future family especially my parents.I've made a vow that I'll bring them together with me. Wherever I go to have fun, they deserve that too. Now, I think it's not the time. It's a school program. Not self-organized program. From tomorrow on 'til 22th June 2012. I know it's quite exhausting but I think it maybe either fun or boring. Location @ D'Village Resort, Ayer Keroh, Malacca.
So, about packing personal things for this program. I don't even think about it yet because I'm 'downloading' my memories and diary here. Maybe later I better pack 'em up after finishing this.
Other than this, I just received another request for another camp for the following weeks. This program is about patriotic of Malaysia, i think so. It's from 1st July 'til 4th July 2012.Location @ Pendang Kadah.Each state in Malaysia with 19 participants were chosen for this program.It just the week after next week. One of my friend was chosen but then she couldn't attend. So counselor asked some of us whether we interested in it or not. I just looked at them, and suddenly teacher asked those who couldn't attend for that program can reject it. So only three of us, including Foo. I said:" If you want I can give it to you" I ended up with a smile. They looked each other.I was absolutely sure that my mom and dad's gonna let me go.I can let 'em take this chance. This opportunity is rarely been given to our school. The certificate for this program is pretty important even tho it's merely a laminated paper. They answered:" I have to get my mom's permission first." However, teacher gave me the blank form and needed to filled in, and hand it up on tomorrow. I felt like I've two fun sides that I needed to clear up and another side is my worries about my studies. I know I shouldn't be the one who is worrying about the studies.
Just face it. May that bad be that bad. Just deal with it. May the best be more than the best!
{Libby wants to sing a lullaby on the top of her voice,feel it from deep inside and see it from the bottom of your heart.}

kiss. Ha ha

So it's been a long time I didn't update anything, honestly. Just kinda busy in "game" business in Facebook. ha ha! the game is in Chinese language but it translated : Magic Bakery . I think so~ ha ha. that's not funny actually. So, without further non-sense conversation about what happen today.
there's one thing that I have to mention. Kiss. that's right. One of my best friend, Foo, she asked Yong ( she's also my best friend) about how is the feeling of kissing. I was beaten by a sudden shock that she asked about this kind of stuff. I thought she experienced it before. well, she did. She just wanna asked about the feeling. So I added:" how long does it take ?" Foo agreed. Yong answered with a cold-stared-eye mood:"10 minutes." This time I was really beaten by a big giant wood. [She sat in front of me, and Foo sat next to me.] I turned up my head with big eyes. " What!?" that's right. what the hell kiss with a duration of 10 minutes?!!!! Hey, you there, if you ever kiss with your lover, would it take so long. I asked Foo:" will your mouth becomes thicker and thicker". .... oh that's what call sexy lips ha. !!! Foo looked into her eyes with a word "disbelief" hanging on her forehead. Well, that's actually pretty shocked answer. " Maybe you have lost control of everything goes around you that make you lose your sense of time counting while you're kissing." I guessed. But she agreed with only 50%. So I did count with my fingertips and thought back those scenes I've seen in movies. At least, i thought, at least the longest time is only about 1 minute. hmm.. Never mind. She's genius IN kissing and everything about that. ha ha! So, while talking about this stuff. She told us to be more quiet when telling this, and asked to come nearer to discuss more. It's kinda like top secret when talking about this.What the hell, the laughter began. She asked us to SAY IT LOUDER AND LAUGH IN SILENCE. She did say it. The question marks appeared above my head. " I told you so, you've lost your control while kissing! won't you begin to counting before you start kissing?? that's weird~" I talked with the top of my voice. " Shh....!" she added. " you asked me to say it louder and laugh in silence." I answered. What the earth are we doing!? we actually did the same thing. say it louder and laugh in silence. We should do it in opposite way.  hahahahahaha! Just the shit ain't going to burst my head. So we laughed until now. Even in Facebook chatting. Damn this is fun. But what I felt lucky is, MY FIRST kiss still exist in my mind's dictionary! HA hA! YES! I'll give it to a proper person, someday . NOT NOW or not I'll be like them. Half mad and half crazy in this. Bah~ so much fun! LAUGHTER. i LOVE YOU! LAUGHTER , YOU'RE MY SUPER-DUPER SUPREME HERO! and I now I become mad.

Dammit

ok, I'm gonna acknowledge a crime. A crime about "killing" blogger from my list in my brain in these holidays. Just gonna admit it. I'd a part-time job which is cashier same as last year (you'll know if you go through my blog last year) So basically that's very exhausted, obviously, I think I'm dying.I've worked there for twelve days. Thank God the boss gave me another half dollars for each hour. She said I'm good. Kinda happy about it, not all of it. I've spent my holidays on my part-time job. I didn't even have time with my family.Well, my parents also need to run their business. After I went to my tuition in the morning, I rushed to work. Like imma rushed by dog or something.Days working there made me forget my homework. Tho the couple weeks before these holidays were exam-week. My teachers wouldn't let us go easily, they must have been left some "tracks" for us. I logged in my Facebook and found out my classmates updated some status about homework. It's wrong that I still wonder what was the homework. I should have known,somehow. I just neglected it since the exams last. I didn't think I'm going to continue work hard like this anyway. I'm just tired. I'm TIRED OF BEING TIRED LIKE THIS. I thought I'm strong enough to bare all these pain tho. Just forget it. It just a dream. A Déjà_vu. that's all. I don't wanna back to school!!!!!!!! but I wanna talk to my friends...... no I'm NOT gonna stay home and stare at my computer like a damn shit. NO no......
I always wonder the feelings of being loved, that's stupid I know. pretty ugly, disgusting. I know, to say it in word. but feelings like that can't be described in words... just..... okay, admit it, jealous.. just jealous of them, of others can being in couple. "O" is for feminine , "K" is for masculine. So when I see a couple walking pass in front of me, I'll say: " OK" .
is that make me feel better? yeah quite true.
me: should i make a sarcastic comment or not

competitions' week

Tomorrow ! this is it! ! tomorrow I've to perform drama! it's a competition which is my first time! omg how am I going to be nervous about it!? I just want to win no matter. All my efforts I don't either may or may not work out.It just... so hard. Imagine it. every week , every day we have to practice all over again and again.There's a school(TBSS) which I think we have to bet them and I know we can't, they're totally good in it. their efforts are really worth it. I don't know how to express it out. But every time my school's drama team practice, I can't feel their confidence inside them.Even tho They knew that TBSS is going to be a winner no matter what. But at least try hard this time.It's pretty hard to predict the situations tomorrow and how DAmn we are going to be. Today, the whole day we've practice. I just wanna make this drama to be perfect with everything. like with settings,background music which I rally used up my time to find it,action,voices. All these things I wanna make it perfect and wonderful.But just an obstacle makes me can't do it.There's a character: Child 1, he is a cute boy which is younger than me , of course . But tho he's cute, his voice so damn slow and dark. He always in serious manner.I don't know why. some scenes that he supposes to be sad, sorrow. He just like a wooden block. some scenes that he supposes to be happy and excited. He just like a wooden block. I know teacher tries to encourage them with :" OH you're good!" or blah blah blah. But I felt it's not enough.My spirits almost done at that time. But i think back, maybe I should relax myself and be positive about them.The problem is the voice and how am I going to be nervous if I see those outstanding students coming to our school perform and take away the trophies and certificates.And I'm going to be a loser go up to the stage, feel ashamed about it and quickly take away the useless-loser's certificate?!
God , pray hard there's nothing bad would happen tomorrow. I just want to win. This is my first time join Drama and it's my first time to be the main character of the drama.I want to show out my talents but not this kind of way.
Tuesday- Drama competition
Wednesday-Singing competition
Thursday-Choral Speaking competition
A couple weeks later- choir competition and Chinese Recitation
A month later- Mid-year Exam
A couples months later-English Online Grammar competition.

that's how busy I am.
Hope there's nothing unexpected situations happen
God Help me please. Bless :)

N/A

So this is it. My life. be serious about it.I don't know what to write about here. But I think I have not much time to push away all my reality in a damn shit fool society life.It seems hard to me. Indeed. All these 16 years I've been through. Maybe there's no one could understand my feelings. Some seems to judge me before they even get to know me. I've cried once but not twice.Fine then, I'm not that kind of girl who wanna judge them back with rude words.Because I know, all the time I'm just lie to myself. Once I just lost my self-esteem,confident,my aim and so many things else I couldn't get it in one time.  Ever think back what's really going on in my past.things I've gone through. Just regret. yeah. that's right.
try to run away ? HOW? Keep smiling everyday? pretending? forget about it? yeah i think it may be the ways to run away from it.. You know I don't date anyone since I was born. I have no boyfriend since I was born because I don't wanna have it. He hurts you,annoys you,rebels you ......... some sort like that. I know many of my friends even one who gets the outstanding result also has a BF. DAR~ I'm not that kind of girl~ keep complaining He hurts me, HE betrays me, He blah blah blah.  Guys~  I always answer them. if you just think LOve is hard and you just keep thinking that you're the one for him in the world,he can't run away from you, you can't handle it or whatever. PLEASE do not complain or spill the HOT "drink" on me because I only give advice and listen to your trouble. Not your Dustbin.  But I would advice you 
YOu may not understand what I'm talking about here but nvm. JUst deal with it.
Just think back about me.  When I was a little fat girl, i always told mum: I want to be a this~ . that~ . year by year I could change any ambition I like. And now I felt like I'm a girl who lost her aim and dreams. What to do? I did like to tell all my friends that they're beautiful.
  that's what I always say to them.I don't feel like I'm belong to here. *be calm I'm not going to commit suicide. Because I know if I'm gone someday no one notices me or I know I don't be to noticed. So just be COOL. I tell myself :
    haha. So just keep Laughing . smiling.
BTW I need to work hard to achieve a good result. I get frustrated with my recent result because it's pretty suck. I know. I know everything better than me.i know I know.
Stay Positive!

I always tell myself. Be strong. everything will be fine even though your dreams won't come true. At least you still can enjoy your life without disturbing by others. As LOng As I'm still alive.I don't need to grab attention from you. NO. You may find your treasure map for your future someday but you've to guide yourself to reach it.There's nothing perfect in this world as you know if the one is totally perfect,
So 
and enjoy FOOD!!!!!!!
 

  haha

Came back from my hometown

ok. i'd admit that I miss my hometown so much. i can't even explain the feelings when I wanna go back to JB all the time. it's like .....hai~   that's how I wanna talk about to those who can't get what I am trying to say. it's was like. so happy. nervous to meet all my fellow friends,cousins,city, shopping center,food, and so on than I ever though about.
so Day 1 : means on last Friday, we've been waiting stupidly on the train station for about an hour! I hate being late.to me, being late is unacceptable. The situation getting worse. The stormy waves, thunder,tornado,cyclone,hurricane had came over . All the passengers' face was like BOOM! in the air. It's been more than a hour waiting there. So, I ask :"mum, where the heck is the train? " my mum was like :  :" be calm. it'll come sooner and later.(pause a little while....).........WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON TO THE TRAIN!? "  . the announcer kept saying there's another 5 minutes left the train will be arrived. I looked at him like:    what the hell! we've all waiting for more than A hour!@$%#%*%^%(*&^)(*&)(*_^*&*(%^$@#$@!#$@ ( that's how some people voice out their 'pain')  while I just kept walking, nagging    until it came.
At the moment I was looking for the train code that we gonna sit in.....
the speed of the train was too fast.... then I was standing there and  until I caught my view and RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! to catch it.
  in the train......... blah blah blah.....arrived at KUlai At NIGHT!
so just skip----------------> to Day 3 because Day 2 I just stay at my aunt home.
My Cousin brought us to Johor Premium Outlet which is a spectacular and beautiful place that I've ever wonder to visit.

Padini outlet store. I love it but unfortunately I can't afford it at that time because I didn't bring enough money :/

my mum was standing aside, i just quickly catch the photo , haha Vincci 

my mum and my little naughty cousin

 

 michael KORS!

  

 

all the way I just kept taking photos LOL

way back to Day 4-----> went to City Square where I visit a lot since I was born. It's pretty hot inside because the center of CS was in decoration . Kinda like labyrinth inside. many ways through it. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN IT.Anyway ,

 

eating the most delicious Nyonya Kuih with my mum. btw I bought a new bag worth $50 ringgit. haha.. 

 later , went into the INNER CITY of City square.then walk into a cute shop.

    

that night, my cousin brought us to have an awesome dinner. KOREAN FOOD in Korea Restaurant( Dong Seoul)

 

 

The next two days , I just stay home played with my cousins . Laughing and singing. Mum went out with my aunt ran business( selling kuih muih ...)

so It's been a hard time to leave JB. my favorite hometown.

After came back home last night, tired and fed up of playing Lolz. 

going to study hard .............. T.T 

many things I haven't study yet. competition, scripts that I need to memorize.....back to my daily activity sooner and later. 

KEEP IT UP, LIBBY!