Yea. I made it.

When I was 13, my cousin sister graduated from University Kebangsaan Malaysia, as a chemist. Everyone in the family (close relative was so happy for her). She was like the first scholar to the family (not to mentioned those that not close). I remember everyone was so busy trying out her robe, and I remember few of them told me that I should try it on, otherwise, I will not have the chance to wear a robe. - the reason being, I suck in school. I managed to obtained 2A's only while I was UPSR. What ever. 

Back to the story...and of course, being the stubborn, rebellious and the ego me, I reluctant to. Initially, I wanted to try it on for fun. But, after they blurted our such word, hell no that I will even touch it. I was thinking, if the day I get to put that robe on, it'll be my my own effort. My time and not others.

Yea. I made it...

SO?

No biggie. I was late. 

I was late for a year.

And I was late... ..

Now all that left is 3, it is no longer fun in family potrait.
Another 4 days, it be 4 months.
That was how long daddy left us.


I forgot..it was suppose to be happy.

Happy?
Not so, I just feel I look older in the recent picture. I do not look as hot as the one in bro's grad pic.

Spent half an hour to blog and ended up erasing the painful story..

I miss baba...