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LIKE A BOSS

(Source: thefrustratedastronaut)

I’ve got no idea why I feel the urge of posting a long post about what I wanna do if, that is IF, I’ve got a guy that is left in my heart lingering. (Maybe, the sudden loneliness caused me to do this. HMMM..)

Everygirl have their own fantasizing moment without even realizing it, where Prince Charming embrace you so tightly that you cannot breathe but somehow, the pain you suppose to feel, is gone and the only thing you feel is happiness. Your mind just stop thinking for awhile. ( I’m writing based on what I will probably feel when I’m in her shoes. Not through experience(: ) People might call it Magic, but c’mon, we’re teenagers now and the term Magic is just too corny. Pfft. Hmmm…what should we call it then? -Taylor Swift Call (up to you to decide)

This sucks, I always, let me highlight for you, ALWAYS, go out of topic, I don’t know why, but yeah. Heeheehee. Cheese to whoever is reading this! xD

Ok, back to our holy conversation, What I wanted to say is:

1. I would want to stroll at park with someone who I really love. (I hope I don’t sweat like I’m experiencing Mad Cow Disease Or something)
2. I (this is my fav) FUCKING want to lay on his laps when we are at a very nice patch of field that is bombarded by a lot of prettypretty flowers. (maybe I’m asking too much, but yeah, this just happen in fantasy.)
3. I would want to grow old with my husband (in the future)
4. I want to go for late night drive to nowhere. We just drive aimlessly with the windows open and the radio blasted god knows how loud.
5. I want to hug him when my heart is screwed. When the eyes no longer cries, but the heart is.
6. I want to play with our fingers and playfully put cream on his nose.
7. When I’m feeling cold, I want to cuddle him under the blankie with hot cocoa with marshmellow in our cute hands.
8. I want him to be my worst jealousy and the best experience (getit?)
9. I want to cook together with him. (I don’t know why, but yeah)
10. I want to learn guitar so that I can compose a song for just both of us, and ta-da, we got ourselves Our Song^^

Hmmm, Did I remind you this is just fantasies and wanting of mine? Girls’ wants are very simple don’t you think so? Ok, let’s not put it as general, let’s put it My Wants. I wonder what are boys wants. I really am curious.

Anyway, Had a big blow the other day. I’m not taking it so well, but, I’m trying. Out of nowhere, you will see me with my One And Only PMS face and just you know, feeling so URGH. Honestly, there are times when I just feel like throwing my phone out of the window and just scream and cry. I don’t know why, but, don’t you think it is insane? SOMEONE PLEASE RECOMMEND ME A ANGER MANAGEMENT CENTER BEFORE I DO SOMETHING CRAZY! (kidding, I can control my anger, but I cannot control my sorrow.)

You totally got to shove snickers down your throat, one day. Or stuff ice-cream in your big fat mouth and brainfreeze dood, brainfreeze. Litter nothing but tissues after crying too much. Make your way through Sneeze Highway. Lock yourself in your room. Don’t eat for 2 days! (Ain’t that awesome? You just got to do these stuff before you die!)

Last few days, I asked my mom a very appropriate question, and she chose to answer it unappropriately that make me go omg!
Me: Mah, how long you and ayah together?
Mom: How old your sister? 24 right? +1 year, so 25. We’ve been together for 25 years.
Me: SO LONG? How come Kak Nah born so fast?
Mom: I got pregnant on the first month already
*awkward silence, and we both laughed*
Conclusion: Dad fucked Mom and got my sister at first try^^
OK! THIS IS SUCH A PRIVATE COVERSATION, BUT I FELT THAT I SHOULD TELL TO THE WHOLE WORLD. AHHAHAH!

That’s all for now homie. Have a great CNY day and Don’t forget your homeworks. xD

You know what is sad?

-I tell you what’s sad, till today, I have not made ANY progress AT ALL. I just realize, I only got 15 followers, and no follower request. But, nah, I’m not those “I’m Obsessed to Tumblr” kind of girl. Hmpfht.

Anyway, yesterday had a blast with the girls and my siblings. Green Hornet made my day! (I suck at this. I don’t like writing about my day cos’ there’s just too many series of events that happened that I cant recall everything. So yeah.)