I was waiting for TJ downstairs at my place and he texts me,
"I'm here"
And I replied
"I'm here 2"
And he wasn't there. I swear he has a time management problem, haha.
I don't know but that SMS-exchange seemed funny to me,it made me giggle a bit by myself. It doesn't take much to amuse me or make me happy, mostly it's ridiculous, unassuming things that make me smile like a fat kid with a KFC bucket - spotting a rainbow, walking pass by The Pooh merchandise, butterflies in the city, making and smelling coffee, cookies, heh.
Wow I'm exhausted and sick sneezing and wheezing, and my back hurts like a bitch like as if someone hit me with a fucking baseball bat.
I've got the bombs to make you blow / the beats to it bang
Cendol terrorist. Aspiring henna artist. Ink addict. Raksasa. Indecisive. Roars when buttons are pushed. Nocturnal. Bed lover. Flip flops. Messy hair. Born in Sabah, in Europe for the past decade. Loves to eat, crawl under the sheets, smoke in rain, sleep at the beach.
Quiet down I need to make a sound
Forever young
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