Hello handsome.



Phwoar. I'm cheating on my boipren. Heh. Nolar. This is Leslie. My lahling. His mother used to give me $30 facials and back when he was a skinny 13-year-old with scabby legs, he used to turn to me for help in English. Oh wait, he still comes to me for help with English. Hurhur.

The boyfriend has forgiven me and all is well. He kissed me on the escalator and then yelled at me for embarassing him when a makcik glared at us. Haha, sho cute.

Tomorrow is Alfiean's Dad's birthday. I'm going over to celebrate! We got him this gold Seiko watch. Oh, oh, oh, did I mention that Alfiean's mother buys me clothes and cigarettes? At times, Alfiean asks me whether I'm with him because I love him or because I love his family.

But sometimes, I do feel sad that I'm closer to his family than my own. I know mine's on the verge of splitting up what with the dad living on his own (and bloody hell, I kesian him so much but living with him would mean giving up so many things I hold so dear to me), my mom and brother are going to move in with the stepfather when they get married next year and the sister's busy with work. I'd probably get the house to myself but who needs an executive maisonette when you're alone?

Maybe this is my way of trying to make up for the family I'm losing.