i began to miss my grandma though i still dont know who she really is nor have i really seen her before. the real mother to my dad is someone so mysterious and i yearn to learn more about her everytime my dad tell stories about the time he spent with his mum. the favourite out of all her children, thats my dad. wow... i hope this time the story i write will be much more interesting that people would want to know more about this family. who my real grandma is and where is she from exactly. i contemplated the facts claimed by my dad, though may be boring and unnecessary, all in a tiny notebook where i will write an abundunt of words to describe this person whom i have never met before. i find the history of my family really interesting. so im sure the book that i will be writing will be a successful biography. i love my family. the place i am no staying at is the place where my family once owned. the land that actually belongs to the Chng's. just like singapore, my family is no different. Tang Dynasty, 1914 is where it all began. the story of my roots.

Wednesday, 190907, the last day for speed programme (english). so sad that it all has to end. time flies too fast and i mean too fast. we wont be able to see our teacher, mr faisal anymore. wont be able to kick butt with the ideas from way beyond planet A27(which actually doesnt exist scientifically). the bond of us all, so strong. luckily there is still 2 more math lessons where we could emancipate our love for each other.

like that phrase from the song The Prayer,
Ognuno dia la mano al suo vicino, Everyone gives their neighbours a helping hand.

i know my italian is still not very good but bare with it people.. haha..


Hyrul's 22nd birthday bash... coming soon...

-FiQaHyRa-


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