4:18 PM

i think nicky baaaby is right. HAHA. aku, nicky baby?! loll.

salam.

tomorrow, my prince is going to fetch me with his ducati monster (though i still prefer a rawring scrambler) instead of those horse carriages and we're going to ride out of town. we're going to get me to read my chemm notes. i am going to sleep in his arms while he sing me lullabies. then we're going to meet one of my friends to pass me some more notes. (my brain is going to lose some more nerves) and then we're going to party while the night is still young. in my dream. the truth is im going people watching tomorrow with my chemm notes in tow and im meeting _______ for more chemm notes. thanks anyway, dear! im sorry to have to drag you all the way to johor. (: i am going to rot tomorrow and i think i miss you so much. blah. its okay to dream.

barley, it IS my idea to do this. tell me you hate me, i am just a thing. D:

going around in circles will be good for my eyes. people watching, thinking whether this guy was an alcoholic once, or whether they are having a blissful life. wondering if that cute little girl will become an inspiring person one day, making up stories, assuming strange things. taking a walk down that lane, down that alley, eyes big, looking for cats, scanning for flying roaches. it will be good if i have that pepper spray. a serial killer or a rapist might just be on the lose.

when i grow up, im going to inspire people. im going to tell the whole world that i can become what i want to be. when i grow up, im going to buy a rocking chair. so when i grow old, im going to sit there, rock myself and let the whole world past. when i grow up, im going to have sleepovers and tea parties and play pretend with all those heavy make up and beautiful dresses. when i grow up, im going to dream of you. when i grow old and wrinkle, i still want you by my side. when i grow puny, please stay with me. im going to miss you when i leave this place. graduation in a few months, i want to cry my heart out and have very little small eyes so when we take pictures, you'll still remember the sepet girl i am. im going to hug and squeeze you till our lungs crush. im going to run around franically with arm waving in the air shouting every person's name (and you cant tell people you dont know me) and i going to write i love you letters just because i love you. but graduation is in a few months more. for now, lets enjoy each other's company.

rawr. do i scare you? damn. i fail again, dont i?

salam!