1.  Kisschasy are the fucking shit. Currently in love with 'Opinions won't keep you warm at night' and especially 'Do-do's and woah-oh's'.
2. What I wrote in my journal a few days ago.

So hit the lights and turn the record up now
I hope you hear this in your sleep
Spin off the typical I miss you baby
Who would've thought we were so deep

I want a song that gets attention
This is the way it goes
So if you'll play it on your station (Do-do's and whoa-oh's),
We'll grab a drink and kill our brain cells
Sing all the words we know
We're bringing back the lovers music (Do-do's and whoa-oh's) 

And now for that journal exert..

..I just kind of gave up. Ahaas. I wonder what he thinks of me as sometimes. Does he still like me? Does he see me as a serious stand-by-me friend (oh noes), or even a sister?! (double oh noes!) Or maybe closer than a friend, seeing as I (and quote) "Put up with his [my] constant randomness," but worst of all. What if he sees me as just some girl who never leaves him alone. What if he sighs whenever I talk to him..

But if that were the case.. He probably wouldn't have initiated speech the other day with me, no? Oh whatever. I'm confusing myself.. Ahaa.. 

OFT, I'll write more later tonight, probably. No promises.

Labels: KISSCHASY.

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
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