we don't need a reason.

hai. exams end tomorrow.
for once in my life, i am actually screwed for sejarah.
i don't know anything about form 2.
and we don't have kata kunci anymore.
i think i don't care.
because if i cared like i did for 1st mid sem,
i would have been studying sejarah everyday.
hahahaha.
right, well goodnight.
15 hours to freedom.
<3

redlight.

i'm sick of people complaining.
'what kind of song is this?'
'this is really bad.'
'they're losing fans because of this stupid thing.'
'i'm not going for this.'
'only 8 year old teenies will be there.'
omg, like we get it. really, we do.
you stopped liking them. you've never liked them. you prefer others.
calling yourself a true fan then saying all this doesn't really make sense.
i'm confused. so, so, very so.
that's why i don't get other people.
sure, it's corny, it's cheesy, but i love it.
don't simply categorize saying 'only 8 year old teenies will like this.'
i'm going to be 15, and i love it, so suck on that.
anything that makes me smile, also makes me happy.
and i'm proud of whatever it is.
people care too much these days, they should just not overthink it :\
simple things make me happy.
every single simple thing in life.
the song can be about salad, and i could love it.
btw, there is a song about salad, and i love it.
so if you don't like that i like it, you can kindly leave.
haters, sucks to be you.
i support what i love.
i guess my view on life is different than everyone else.
looks like it's me against the world, then.
so be it, let round one start.

We Love You Pn. Herney.

thank you for everything.
sorry for all the noise and problems we caused.
i'm apologizing on behalf of edwin and erich for being so annoying.
we hope you have a good time teaching at college. <3
i've done so well in sejarah because of you.
thank you, cikgu :)
PMR is coming soon, and we will all do our best and very well.
it's sad to see you go before it though. :(
and now we're left with the guy.
but thank you again Pn. Herney!
we love you and will miss you!

while the world is spinning.

people don’t get me.

they don’t get what i like, what i listen to, what the songs mean to me.

they don’t get my hobbies, what makes me smile, what makes me frust.

they don’t get my life, my loves, my mind, my heart.

they don’t get it when i’m excited about something, overjoyed with something.

they don’t get it when i’m angry at something, sad about something.

they don’t get what i hear in music, the depth of the sound.

they don’t get what i feel when i listen to the lyrics closely,

how much it strikes the inner core of my heart and soul.

they don’t get what makes me cry, sad or happy tears.

they don’t get it.

they just don’t.