my dad kidnapped my new black flip flops
:(

listening to cigarettes and chocolate milk
reminds me of the days when i lied on the bed in bangsar
next to them
then getting a cab to pavillion at night
eating a pizza and some chicken with haida at this classy restaurant
and watching a movie with our feet up on the seats in front of us

then spending time at mcds till the sun came up

sigh...
i need a fag.

i think there's some left in the shoe box.

i need a car! pronto!!

mum dad heard that !!

dad asked me if i really want the macbook

and i said no

wtf 

stab me in the eye please

soft whispery songs plays in my room

i wished i could get over things easily

but i cant

i will come back to this room

and lie on my bed

with tears on my pillow

playing soft whispery songs

wishing that i could get over things easily

i wished there was a switch for me 
to turn off the feelings i have for you

so that i can stop missing you

so i can stop killing myself knowing how you will 
never be mine

so i can stop thinking how we both are so different
and are so impossible to get together

so i can stop thinking how much i want to hold you
even for a little while

i want to turn it on
only on days

when i can stay home the whole day

and lie in bed and cry

thinking bout you the whole day

thinking bout how much i want to hold you
even

for a 

little while

i hate liking someone who will never like you back

i guess this holiday is coming at a good time

i have 2 weeks to think bout him all day

after 2 weeks

goodbye.