Well, once again I’m back in Malaysia.A loooong time ago I promised myself I would never write crappy emo entries gushing about my other half.

I guess today has to be an exception.

Is it me or is it getting harder to say byebye? Or do I keep forgetting how I felt the last time one of us walked away and into the departure hall?

I was so fucking miserable that I couldn’t even sleep on the plane. Me! Champion sleeper who can fall asleep even before my head touches the pillow!

I keep wanting to cry, but I don’t want to because I won’t be able to stop and before I know it, Mummy and Daddy Ooi will be hitting me on the back, telling me to breathe in breathe out.

Everytime I see something that reminds me of him, I feel like destroying it. But immediately after that I quickly take it and put it somewhere safe because I’m nostalgic that way.

I even feel like shouting at couples I see “YOU BETTER FUCKING APPRECIATE THIS! HOLD HIS HAND MORE! KISS HER MORE! BUT DON’T DO IT WHERE I CAN SEE YOU!” wtf.

AIya I’m not even good at expressing what I want to say here. End of crappy emo post. Other stuff too mushy already. If wanna write, must write in my secret livejournal.

It’s so secret even I have forgotten the password. wtf.