Love's not a competition but I'm winning.

Forgetting you is impossible so I won't even try. I'll just skip straight to the part where I ignore you like you're nothing more than a half dot of dirt on the vast sparkly galaxy of stars and moons.

Through the hard way, I've found out you amount to approximately;

a few unreplied messages,
a lot of useless memories,
200 or so puffs of smoke,
and a fuckload of heartache.

But know one thing, I'm so golden, I'm practically a gold nugget.

It means I'm awesome.
So it's your loss.

So yeah.



My aunty's maid cooks heaven in the form of rendang and sup tulang, but it's not less annoying when she (my aunty, not the maid) kept talking about marriage with me. I had to pretend to be more interested in a cup of tea.
I refrained from saying 'Damn woman I'm 17 and I'm too busy trying to digest to think about this bull.'

I realized I have less than 4 days to get away from responsibilities with 'I'm still 17 la doi.'

While it lasts, I'll do everything in my power to abuse that privilege.
I'm thinking...fly off to Amsterdam with my mom's credit card and smoke as much weed as I can.




The most interesting thing I did today was hugging a billboard showing McD's juicy burger at Bandaraya's LRT, to ease the burn in my stomach.
Selamat Puasa I guess.




ika.

Current mood: sleepy
Listening to: Lost Without You