The whole weekend was terrible.
It was my sister's and my brother's wedding. No, the wedding wasn't terrible but the feeling was. My sister keep crying to the likes of happy that she finally found her man and saddened of departing from our beloved mother. Hell, she gonna need to cross country the next time she wanna blow mom a kiss.
On the last day together both my younger sisters were crying their heart out. The same it goes with my mom. But not me. I'm a well-treat grown up guy. I'll save my tears when the days come.
I smile as I reach out for my brother's fake Ray-Ban glasses.
Terrible.
10 comments:
real Ray-Ban glasses please..
:p
i like this part
I'll save my tears when the days come.
cheers!
wont tell u what i think.
might kill u.
hee
Rebelle Me: haha. i just go for what's near.
seroja jingga: yeah. and u shud have done dat too.
chill.
sastraboy: so i suppose to beg u tell it now eh?
haha
nasib baik aku pernah duduk asrama. nanti takdelah nangis nak duduk tempat lain dah.
u are not cool if u cry..haha
cry, if it feels good crying.
meyh~
shax: neo. neo. neo.
nursarah: haha. i am not.
Hellioz: yeah. didnt feel any rite now maa.
i just love those glasses anyway..no matter fake or ori..doesn't matter..
and, save d tears for ur children later when they're gonna dump u in the old folks home...kakakakaka
well well, u gotta start somewhere anyway.
someday man, someday.
crying is therapeutic , have u heard?
:)
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