Drama .

My holidays were pretty dull and boring . Most of my days were wasted on TwitBird , refreshing every single second just waiting for that certain someone to reply till it refused connect to Twitter any longer . Who made those rules anyway ? Other times I would just sit around the house like a couch potato . What teenager doesnt do that anyway ? Don't lie . I just got back from the mountains . Genting Highlands . I spent most of my time there watching movies like XMen , Kungfu Panda 2 and Pirates of The Carribean . Also dad gave me about RM300 and I spent it quite well if I do say so myself . But there were moments I was afraid of when I was there . Meeting my dads ' girl ' . I saw her stuff laying around the room . I played the scenes of meeting her in my head . One of it was played like this :

Her : *walks into the room , stops and stares*

Me : *on the laptop , looks up and looks back to the laptop* I thought I smelled cheap prostitute down the hall .

Well , that was as far as it was going to get . But thankfully , I didnt meet her at all . You know , I met my dads first one when I was Standard 3 and I kinda didnt know what she was to my dad until I saw him grabbin' her ass in the kitchen . Back then I was small and naive . Now , I have an attitude and I am never afraid to use it . It was a smart thing my dad did of not letting me meet her . There could have been a serious situation . I told my bestfriend the moment I saw all the girly stuff in the room and we both freaked out . She freaked more than I did . Hilarious . Reasons why I love her .

Friendships are okay at the moment . But somehow you can see the little cracks forming . Being myself , I can't stand it . I do whatever I can to glue it back together . It doesnt always work , but I'm trying .