The number 22

HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY, MR. KATAYAMA.

HoHoHoOooOo!

Sydney, 2008.

Merry Christmas everyone. =)

I love you till the end

I just want to see you
When youre all alone
I just want to catch you if I can
I just want to be there
When the morning light explodes
On your face it radiates
I cant escape
I love you till the end

I just want to tell you nothing
You dont want to hear
All I want is for you to say
Why dont you just take me
Where Ive never been before
I know you want to hear me
Catch my breath
I love you till the end

I just want to be there
When were caught in the rain
I just want to see you laugh not cry
I just want to feel you
When the night puts on its cloak
Im lost for words dont tell me
All I can say
I love you till the end

p.s.

Am currently rereading p.s. I Love You by Cecelia Ahern (for the hundredth times)

Reality is nowhere near fantasies, I suppose.



p.s. I don't love you as much as you think I do.

My status right now: Sucks

My parents are trying to tie me down by buying everything that I want.

I guess they can sense that I was bored to death on my third day at home.

So now, I can just say the word, they will get me anything I want.

But hey, come on, how many luxurious stuff can you find in this hell-hole of a town?

I even made my dad crazy looking around for cucur cempedak cuz I was craving for it, and apparently it's not the cempedak season.But he managed to find it anyways.


I miss my life in Auckland.

p/s: I just realized I don't have a picture at Auckland Skycity. Or anywhere near it. Shitty shit.


Life at home is boring.

Eyes

My eyes.
They won't stop watering.
No, I'm not crying.
They just won't stop watering.
And they hurt.
Why oh why?

I'm still in NZ timezone.

Go to bed everyday at 9pm Malaysian time (2am NZ time)

Wake up everyday at 4am Malaysian time (9am NZ time)






Yes, my body+brain are still in NZ timezone. Damn.