People say you shouldn't reminisce too much. But, I somehow found my own comfort while reminiscing. It is stupid, yet logical. Like how I prefer hiding myself in my room. My personal space, my hideout, my fantasy place, far from reality. I'm just a hopeless fool.

I went back to Alor Gajah last Friday. It was great. I had missed the village so much. My little cousins laughter and my nephew's smile. I might as well confess that I had fallen in love with my little nephew. His name is Rayyan. Pretty fancy, rite? Haha. He is unbelievably adorable, squishy and cute and I can wrote an essay for him to prove my love for him. He is such a cute boy. I love the way he runs around the house until he get tired and how he went all giddy when I carry him around. Sigh, little kids. I will kidnap him this Raya and bring him to KL with me.

Other than that, I watched Inkigayo at my nenek house too, with my cousins. Yes, you read it right. I watched a Korean TV programme with my cousins. I was so astonished seeing their responses. It didn't help either that KPop idols looked bazillion time more handsome in HD. Damn you, 52 inches TV at my house. My cousin also asked me if I have a song called Fiction in my phone. I nodded and she was delighted. Wow, is this the same cousin who use to complain everytime she checked my phone and it was full with Korean stuff? People changed, huh?

My Berukband is crazily slow. All I want to do sometimes is break this thing into two and dispose it. Whatever, Berukband, I will always dislike you. Sincerely, Tasha.

I watched Nineteen just now. Tabi is amazingly gorgeous. I can't comprehend his gorgeousness into my brain. When he rapped freestyle, I was basically fighting the urge to kidnap him too and bring him to KL. Sobs. Tabi, I love you.

Tomorrow is a school day. Endless, monotonous, repeated cycle of life. What's so great about school? It is filled with the over-achievers, drama queens, teacher's pet and bullies. Freedom of speech? None. Constant nagging, load of assignments, mountain high expectations, endless responsibilities, insincere friendships, thousands of lies. That's what school truly is. I'm sick of it I'm tired of it. I want to get out of it.

Headache, I am tired of you too. Go away, don't disturb me. Nauseous feeling, please go away too. You are a burden to me just how I am a burden to myself. Truer words was never written.

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