I didn't realise I got home with teary eyes last night. Mama noticed me and ask if I cried. I told her the lamest answer ever, "the weather is very hot".

I know, I've been sharing with her about my life stories but I don't wish to this time. She's ill. And I don't want her to worry for me. For both me and Muhammad Firdaus.

I forced Mama to the clinic as she's been ill for 3 days already. After countless times I asked her to, she finally agree last night.

And now's my turn to fall sick. I got a break from school.

Today's our day. I love Muhammad Firdaus wholely.

I gotta make my mark, I gotta run it hard.