its been one hell of a week last week.
like serious shit.
many things are happening.
not to me but to most people around me.
PLUS: NOT in school today.

to babe:
i will always be there for you, you know that.
i will always always have your back and support you in any way that i can.
alright? trust me on this. (:
i LOVE you babe.

my weekends are great. like seriously.
well, except for yesterday though.
all im doing now is blaming myself.
so this is how the story goes.
read up y'all. hahaha. (:

on saturday, i went back to singapore like ard 3 plus.
my plan was to go out with ash, but she bailed out on me.
with reasons lah. so i inderstood-ed lah.
then my dad drop me, my sis and fatullah at penin.
walk around abit and my sis and i decided to go tampines instead.
and fatullah head to his dance class.
and blah blah blah........... i wasnt in the mood the whole day.

on sunday, we got MFB's selection process.
i was the facilitator for the day.
it was fun and all lah.
met some of the last few cohort's alumni.
it was really fun and games.
it starts around eight and ends around at 6.30pm.
so after everything, most of the alumni went to parkway to have our dinner.
it was a blast, had a laugh with ying&eugene.
we are the bitches for the day.
hahaha. *inside joke*
after the dinner, most left.
and i was left with eugene,yu xin, bala and my boss(which ive forgotten the name.sorry!)
haha. after eugene left me in the MRT.
to head myself to chinatown to meet with fatullah's family.
this is when i realise i LOST my phone.
oh yes! i lost my girly, sparkly, pink LG phone.
when i realised it was missing, i just couldnt cry.

PS:
what a waste! i cursed the girl who stole my phone till the day i die.
how i know its a girl cuz i left it in the ladies room.
yes i do blame myself for everything. hmm. (:

so im left with nothing in the MRT.
when i got down at chinatown, i was pratically running to the nearest public phone.
and called my dad but he didnt pick up and i called my sis-in-law to ask fo fatullah's number.

* just to add: i didnt remember my mum&fatullahs number.
it will be easier if i remember. so i can just call him instead.

after a few mins, crying like mad&cursing loudly while sitting on the floor.
i saw a familiar face walking around in the MRT.
it was fatullah. saved by his familiar face in my not-so doing well brain.
i ran to him and just hugged him real tight.
he was like my angel on that day. thanks fatul! teehee.
and not forgetting firdaus! (fatullah's cousin)

oh my! what a day lah.
i was tired from everything and ended up not going to school today.

another PS:
to all my friends who read my blog.
pls do send me your number thru email or facebook (thru private message).
pls pls pls!!!!!!!!!! (: