hush....

you want to know a secret? i keep forgetting how your voice sounds. but i can't get the smell of your deodarant and hair gel (i think it's gel. or is it clay? hmm) out of my system. sweet. call me the sweetest friend you'll ever have. smiles.


feeling unnecessarily upset with someone. you raised my hopes for nothing. it's alright. i've learnt to be more patient these days. you just have no right to tell me that i must wear that thing. because:
1) my parents will not be all too pleased with the "no sleeves" approach you proposed
2) i do not approve of sleeveless anything
3) what on earth were you thinking asking a muslim girl wear that to a muslim country? i think i'll be hung if i do. shudder.


this kind of weather i want to snuggle with you. where are you? come back honey..