can't help it.

this is killing me.
like, seriously killing me.

by the middle of the week, im dead already. why? because you murdered me. literally murdering me by being so silent.

i know. i know. i'm being so childish. but i CAN'T HELP IT.
i know. i know. we don't even have any ties between us. but i CAN'T HELP IT.
i know. i know. i'm being freakishly ridiculous. but i CAN'T HELP IT.

awak dapat diibaratkan macam chipsmore.
kejap ada, kejap takda.

since awak suka sangat makan cookies, memang cun lah. awak memang macam biskut.

*slapping my own face**dush dush*
SNAP OUT OF IT!

makin selalu orang cakap pasal awak, makin bertambah-tambah rasa terbunuh dalam diri saya.
yes, i admit that i love it when the conversation is about you. although i would blush all the way through the conversation, but i would still like it. no matter what.

i tried restraining myself from this. because i thought i had enough. and because i really need to stop all these. but then, i got caught up with you.

its partly your fault. and partly, mine.

its my fault for being so kenja. <-- that is the best word.
its your fault for being so ...... nice?

oh, about your so called 'im asking you for a date' thing , can you ask me again?
because i regretted saying no the last time.

hear yi, hear yi.
i have an annoucement.
i miss him.