This evening feels so surreal.

Sunsets and piggy-back rides, watching the waves rolling in, gazing at the stars glimmering against the vast night sky, having little talks and whispering mellifluous utterances, sinking into the cushioned car seats next to each other, holding hands and melting into each others' embraces, meeting lip-to-lip while arms and hands encircling waist and bodies, caressing the skin with kisses and smooching with growing hunger. It's a pity that the night ended too soon, too early and too abruptly as well.

But oh well. We're still young. Heh heh, wtf.

When I tell you I love you, I don't say it out of habit or to start a conversation.. I say it to remind you that you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

P/S: Ahem, please don't think too much. I'm posting for the fun of it. Well, kind of.

I'm back home early from school 'cause I'm not feeling too well. :/

I waited one whole hour for Mummy to come and fetch me when I could have easily drove home. Seriously, screw the school and its stupid rules. Oh, screw Mum for being so by-the-book as well.

My head was throbbing and spinning, my tummy was totally fuxed up. All I really wanted to do was head home, my comfort zone but no-o-o, I needed either one of my parents or whoever to come to school and sign me out and all. At some point, I broke down in frustration. !@#$%^&* WML.

I'm feeling very bitchy.

Like, hello?? Can the school not be a teensy more considerate? And seriously, Mr Tan's attitude towards students reeks. How can he possibly expect students to respect him as a teacher or whatsoever when he doesn't even respect us in the slightest bit? _!_ Ugh, whatever.

!@#$%^&* I feel so-o-o lousyyy right now. 26 mere days to SPM. I am all over the place. Scattered. I can't bring myself together. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, seriously.

“I want to be the girl who he thinks is the cutest. Not necessarily the “hottest” or the “prettiest”, but the cutest. Because hotness refers to the body, and God knows mine isn’t perfect. Pretty refers to the face and I know plenty of girls prettier than me. But cuteness is referring to every imperfection that he loves. Every weird little habit. The funny little things that make me different from every other girl he could have. All of the little things that he notices and adores. I want to be that girl.”

I miss my boyfriend.. :( More than I ever intended to.

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