The pain. Who feels? Me. So what do other people care. Just shooting words from their mouth. What do they care? They are not the one who's sick anyway. Chest pains. Back pains. Who feel? Me. Of course it's easy for them to say what they want. But please ah. Think of the one who's feeling the pain. It's not ngada ngada. But when i say i cannot do it means i cannot. Stop forcing me. Walking to school is the worst ever. With the smokers and all. They dont feel it but im the one who cannot breathe.

So how do i tell mum im having chest pains? Been feeling breathless these few days and i hate when i go to the clinic n they say oh not asthma. bloody hell! Then why am i feeling breathless idiot? Shouldnt u like at least be nice and tell me why im feeling breathless?!

Im scared to tell mum abt my chest pains cause i dowan to be troublesome to her. If i tell dad then he will get worried. If i tell abt the clinic thing then if they send me go hospital how? Ok one thing is im scared to go to the hospital. But tts nt the important part. I dowan to go to the hospital cause it will mean more money spent. Not to say we're poor or cannot afford but i know how dad sometimes need money too. And i feel bad even for going to the clinic twice what more the hospital?

Funny how i still feel like atok is around here somewhere.
And i still keep thinking about the dream. Atok's smile. Something i miss alot. (':

The reason why i like this side of the family more than the other side is the people here. No matter how serious the situation is or how tense the situation is the aunts and uncles and even nenek will somehow put a smile on our faces.
We have the aunt who will listen to everything but later she will say "ahh tak paham aku bende bende ni semua", the aunt who will sit quietly and smile at jokes, the uncle and aunt who will start joking, the aunt who will say/do funny but scarstic things, the uncle who will step know it all, the aunt who will go off topic, then we have dad who will conclude everything up by saying "da da habes da. Tkmo nak ckp2 lagi dah" and lastly we have nenek who will quietly say what she has in mind that she was not suppose to say out. (:

'cause i keep waiting for someone who will never be mine.

Love?

So how do you put this? I like someone but he doesn't know it?

So which is worst? Liking someone who doesn't know you like him or not being able to tell the person you like that you like him?

So what is it now? I like him but I don't know If I like like him. Or maybe I like him because he's nice. But what If he treats everyone else the same? What If it is just me?

I like having you around. Maybe because I feel there's someone looking after me? But each time you're around, you always tell me the things I can do and things I should not do. Maybe that's the reason why I  like you?

Now that we're not in the same class anymore, we don't see each other a lot. I bet you might even have forgotten about me.

I still keep the drawings you drew. Hah. I must be mad! You're not even some kind of hot stuff fella! When I told you someone called you good looking you keep asking about the person.  You should have known how worried I was thinking you might fall for the girl. But then. Come to think of it.... why should I even care?!

I think I'm crazy. No. I think I am.