hold on

sory and excuese for the gambaq poyo. hahah. if u see up thre it says All u need is love yes by the beatles.n yeah thats what i am sam is about. so i watched it last night. ive watched it a couple of years ago actually. so all in all i can say it was ok. just i wasnt so emotional n feely2 to cry my eyeballs out. but i did go teary.the part whre lucy diamond dawson hehe went to sam n screamed n yelled at him coz sam didnt see her nor showed up or called her. n then he was like i wrote a letter for u last night bla3 aish. n the ending yeah its fun. i love lucy so much. yes indeed she is a smart girl. n i so love the part where lucy would sneak out everyyyyy night to go to sams place. its so cute. n funny.

ok so the thing is. sam is not intelligent. he is mentally retarded. his iq is just of a 7 year old boy.
while lucy is growing up n yeah smarter than him. i love the part whre lucy said i dont wana read that book n say words that u cant say. mcm sam cant read bcuz its not for his " age " so lucy didnt read. its very nice. n time diorg duduk dkat park. even if sam is mentally retarded, he can be a father. tho he is not like other normal parents, perhaps not able to provide her with certain things, but for all this while, lucy was ok.

what i can say is yeah. even if u are mentally retarded or apa bende ke. it doesnt matter. what matters is the love. is u. n the foster parents. she said no matter what, she cannot give what sam can give or somesort liek that. that is true. n i think it is worth crying for this movie. its actually very touching. everyone is different. nobody is the same. so the impact, the way that person is, is laen la. n nobody can replace that person.

but sometimes, when that person is gone, or sth is gone or has changed, like it or not u have to accept it n get use to it. life must go on no matter what. i tend well not tend but i prefer to forget things. things that ive lost or i just cant be there anymore. u know it really sux to like not being able to be there anymore. so i hate talking about or recalling people from pg, from my childhood, people around me when i grew up, bdak2 sggs nya facebook. the fame up the musical stuff aish. saket ati tau akk ? haha. so i prefer forgetting about the past.

n thennn. aishh. yes. my mother rang me up ( note i was upstairs sleeping, she was at the kitchen DOWNSTAIRS ) at 730am. she was like mana penutup tupperware daddy ?!? dah, sudahhh. hahah. i was like wth. tu i kdg2 mrh, frankly speaking, id be more than happy to throw three quarter of the stuff in this house n susun n manage elok2 the another quarter. id do it for free. well no la bring me go shopping. hahah. well the thing is shes alwiz like aiman la kena buat jugak, its actually aiman ja la yg bole buat. xpla tu. tgk la, well some smart cat which is stocking tolak suma barang n bagi jatuh so then she can sleep on the table. so i found those stuff all over the floor. niways, bygkan, ni aku dok satu rumah g, n she calls me up n ask me like that. xkan la i nak p mana2, sleepover la apa la nk wt cmni. i would reallllyyyy appreciate it if ppl dont rely on me. dont depend on me. pls. stop. it. ni baru sp, nnti sana kena reorganize la kena unpack la. mmg aiman la kena buat. i dont mind that. but will she be calling me up again n ask aiman, wheres the remote control ? god ! hahaha. life like this.

tadi, yea thats why im here blogging. i ran outside to avoid hearing my mums n ahmas conv. ive heard it once from my granma. n once in my life is enough. i do not want to know more or hear it again. its disturbing. ergh.

im scared i might cry again. goldfishs body is coming back today. argh ~

n my dad xabes2 lagi dgn fly tu that he took out oxford dict n read it out loud. aku cm nk pengsan. hahah !

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IMY.. the end..

IMYT.. the end..