aaah.. lemme think.. where should i start.. aight, last week - Sunday 10th june, got a call from nippon ask me to lookout for my friends (names that dont want to be mention) , i dont think much at that time.. as soon as i arrived (lendu melaka) im shocked when one of my friend told me that my other friends in lockup.. kinda confusing,, ok lemme put it this way, nippon ask me to look out for my friends (later called as A and B) so, back to the story, it happens that A and B is in lockup, Alor Gajah Police Station..
One of the guilty parties or should i say convict manage to escape (later called as C) so, eventually C is in Kl rite now, work his ass for money to settle the goddamn case, (pity him) what make things interesting is, im the only one who knows where C is, makes me feel guilty for not telling it to my other friend which is A and B, but by telling them make myself guilty as well, Yes, it is what we called betrayal.
So, i made a decission for not telling them and let they settle it themselves. -kapish
then.. last friday 15th june, i got my result and its quite okay, even though its not as i hope to get, but its okay,, as rashid said "at least u have buid a base" then.. i went back home
it was raining, - lets cut the chase, i had an accident, nearly lost my life. The car is badly damaged, but thank got it still can be drived.
arrived at home, im done~! bombared with missiles and motars from my dad and my mom. Not enough from that, things gone bad. When some motherfucker opens my document and found some of my picture - told my mom. i had a fight with my mom.. Things gone worse...
now i know why people said. bad things comes in threes... and somtimes comes in small package - in my case, it comes in two but in big package...