someone who isn't The Boy.

i'm left with less than a hundred pages of Brave Story! had spent my afternoon at Tamp lib reading. i saw this adorable Malay guy who looked so damn engrossed in his graphic novel. i can't help feeling attracted to him because of the fact that he's on his own at the library.

i've no idea how long i'd spent at the library reading and eventually writing, before making my way to Tamp 1's Urban Write to look at all the beautiful notebooks. got myself milk tea after that, sat by the benches and sipped while writing some more.

some eons later met with Nazriq and then mom, ate Qi Ji, good old rice. fortunately i had been able to finish my food without any problems in my tummy.

gallivanted off on my own when we went to the pasar malam, and i found one of the stalls selling notebooks! of course, hadn't bought any although they were like super cheap. ooohhhhh how i love stationery.

so that's how my Saturday had went. i'd kept thinking it's Sunday today, but nope! we still have got one more day of the weekend tomorrow don't we?

what's my plans for tomorrow you ask? hopefully both 'Irfan noorhalim and i would be free to meet up. admittedly i have been looking forward to talking with him, cause it's been eons. i wouldn't want my past with The Boy to be a barrier from my friendship with the older twin.

back in those days, back in 2009, the older twin had been the one who reached out to me first, physically and metaphorically. but really, i've never felt any kind of feelings for him before, no attraction, no hate.

this is bad, isn't it? o well.

after Brave Story, i've got 5 more books to speed-read. first 2 are Steel Trapp and The Silence of Murder, which due date is the day after Brave Story's. after that we have got The Boy Who Could Fly, followed by The Long Wait For Tomorrow and finally The Stastistical Probability of Love at First Sight.

excited to read all those books, but saddened by the fact that i have to be done with Brave Story first.

i'm so sad right now, and it's not because of The Boy.

i just realised, it's been awhile since i wrote smileys in my diary and bloggie.

somehow, i'm counting on that someone to pull me out of this despair. someone who isn't The Boy.

more in my diary, i shall chiao now.