Who is having it?
Why is she crushing it?
Can I have it?
Destroying me, destroying me you are.
Why can’t I post private entries when I use the tumblr app, tumblr?
Kalau saya ni ubat sakitnya awak, kasitau lah.
"I’ve forgiven them."
"I’ve forgiven myself."
"I’ve moved on."
But you can still feel it. And you’re hating it so much for you don’t understand why does it stay.
Now, do you really mean what you tell yourself?
There you go. Just one song. One song to materialize everything. No point backing out now. Life ahead is promising. It might not be all rainbows and ponies but what the hell.
Awak kata ni godsend. Bersangka-lah baik pada Dia.
Si Bodoh Who Took My Heart and Crushed It Into Pieces.
A bilingual short love story by yours truly. Coming soon.
The only thing I hate about reading is I get so attached to the characters. And after I finish the book, that’s it. I will never learn anymore about them or their life or what they ate for breakfast. No matter how many times I reread the book, I will always only know the same amount. And it saddens me. Finishing a book means losing people close to you.
I am very unhappy thinking about my mother having to work on weekends. And I let her know that.
"Pah awok tu smale kijo sapa pukul berapa?"
I’m 23 and single, for God’s sake.