No one reads.

I need someone to talk to me, RIGHT NOW.
Ew.
I feel so terrible now.
I need to talk so badly.
But there's no one who I can really talk to, online.
WHERE ARE THESE PEOPLE.

I feel so weird now.
Like, getting nervous for no reason at all.
It sucks.

I hate thinking of things that won't happen.
It's like, getting happy over nothing.
Or getting sad over nothing.
Why make myself miserable, right?
I don't know.

I need to talk.
Or rant.


I like him because there's always a twinkle in his eyes, or so it seems to me.

I don't know what's with the title.

It's 2.11am right now and I just had the sudden urge to blog.
Wow, I realised that my blogging-bug bites when it's past midnight.
Nocturnal bug.
I don't know if what I just said made sense.

And so, I bought stuff today.
A T-shirt and a tanktop.
T-shirt for wearing.
Tank-top for wearing with jackets.
Yes.
Pointless chunk of words, I know.

And so, I think we're going out for a swim tomorrow.
And I'm not too sure what time it'll be.
I hope it's gonna be like, 2 or after 2.
Because then, there'll be sun.
l love sun-kissed skin.
Looks so healthy.
But I'm scared.
I'm scared that I'll meet some people I know.
It's embarrassing to let them see me in swimsuit.
So yeah, I hope I won't see them.

I really hope someone will talk to me on msn.
It's damn boring.
Friends are asleep, I think.
And not-so-close friends are online.
And I tried talking to ZY and he never replied.
So, fuck it mann.
And that's why I decided to blog.

I just realised that this post is so random.
I'm like blogging about different, inrelevant-to-the-above-paragraph stuff for each paragraph.
shit, I don't know what to write now.

Okay, so.
On my way home from the bus stop,
I suddenly wanted to message him.
But obviously I didn't, else I'd be writing about that already.
Yeah, so.
Ey, no.
I wanted to CALL him.
And tell him whatever I've been wanting to tell him.
But I backed out because I'm scared he'll be too shocked to fall asleep and that'll do him no good because sleep is important and I don't want him to have panda eyes because it's not attractive on him and I want him to have a good night's sleep and be healthy.
Excuses.
I just didn't have the courage to.

Ohgod.
Please, someone talk to me on msn .
I need to talk.
About anything.
I just need to talk.
Oh, and it's 2.22am now.
So cool.

And I think I'm sleepy.
Oh, oh.
We had sushi for lunch/dinner today.
And it was great.
But the udon's soup was TOO salty.
Made me waste money on another can of drink.
But the sushi were pretty good.
And the ice-cream.
Wow, schokolade.
And we kept laughing while eating.
Firstly, because of the lady who kept leaning on her seat which was the back of Tia's seat.
I don't know la.
Don't know how to describe.
Secondly, because of this guy who has rather huge chest muscles which looks like man-boobs, seriously, wearing a low-cut Tee.
It's damn ewhy ewhy ew.
Really.
It's like a lady wearing a low-cut shirt where you can see part of her boobs, but change the lady to a guy.
Yes.
Ewhy.
But we laughed.
'Cause I kinda kept looking.
And went D:
And Tia laughed.
And I laughed.
So, we laughed.
Yes, it's funny and ewhy.

And I think I shall end this post.
NO ONE'S TALKING TO ME ON MSN.
DAMMIT.
Okay, good night.


I like him because he noticed that I don't laugh often when KT wasn't in school.

I was on the bus a few days ago.
And I thought of stuff.
Lots and lots of stuff.
About school, class, classmates, friends, him.

Mainly him, I admit.
I don't know, I was just thinking about all those times the four of us shared.
Times that I cherish so much, knowing things won't be the same again.
Times that I endured and hide, knowing everything ended.
Times that made me laugh so hard, smile so happily.
Times that made me think so much, getting depressed over.
Everything, every moment.
And now, it's all gone.
Not knowing if we'll be able to spend times like that together again.
Not knowing if the four of us will hang out together again.
I don't want it to end.
'Though it already kinda did in Secondary Four.
I had always wanted the four of us to sit at that special corner and just joke and laugh, make fun and tease each other.
But that day never came.

Yeahh, shall stop with saddening stuff.
On the bus, when I thought of those times, I started remembering why I like him.
All those reasons.
All those actions.
All those times.
There're a lot of reasons.
'Silly-but-means-alot-to-me' reasons.
Ey, I think I'mma stop here.
I don't know what to write suddenly. Wtf.




I like him because he gave me the black pen when I said I wanna use black instead of blue.