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the thing about him is that. eh, scratch that. the thing about me is that, i'm an all or nothing creature. i went on full blast butterflies-in-the-stomach mode one whole day and gradually after that, the butterflies flew away, one by one and then, nothing left. i felt nOTHING even when he was right there, in front of me, existing and doing what ever the hell he intended to do. i told mama about this, why do i feel nothing?? even if he was supposed to be a crush??, you know-a thing that comes with giddy feelings, blushed cheeks and all. then mama cakap its because i didn't like him betul-betul la. hahahaha. i treated him like an object that supposed to keep me motivated to go to classes instead lel. semester two is a bliss! our schedules are (partially) similar and we have the same math lecturer also. having the same lecturer means same place masa exam muahaHAHAHAh but honestly untuk final sem 1 pun my kuliah and his selalu at the same place and i thought by having that chance i could ogle at him more but meh. i did glanced at him whenever i felt bored answering the final papers but where the hell are the butterflies???? where the hELL ARE THOSE CREATURES?? i feel fckg nothing. he's cute though. and his biceps are to die fo-ok i may or may not started to sound like a pervert. and why do i wrote this shitty post? because i was stalking his instagram and he uploaded a pic where he is freaking cooking. pancakes. and shit la because why the hell such lame pic can make me squeal for 5 seconds straight. and shit la you who commented on that pic saying he's a husband material. ala butterflies tu dah datang balik dah alaaaaaaa kbai
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