Hello. Woke up at 9 today and woke Johan up 'cause he had to be in store today. As for me, I rot at home infront of tv and my lappie the whole of today. Everyone's been commenting on how great Radit & Jani is. Thus, I decided to watch it just now and I shed my tears. Haha. I loved the part when Jani would ramble or complain on how hungry she was and call Radit 'bodoh'. And the part when they exhanged 'love you' in the bus. But, it was sad to see on how Radit had to struggle so much to support Jani and make her really happy but unfortunately, had to let her go in the end in order for her to have a better life with her child and family. But also, on a lighter note, their sense of style for fashion and their wayfarer shades and their leather jacks were woah. I likeeee^^ After watching it, I had my bath and I was back on my lappie again. Mum did not really cook today, and thus, my stomach was all the way flat, which's a good thing for me (: I bloghopped and read Rudy's blog. He made me try on the polyvore website. And I did. It's cool^^ And then, Mum decided to karoake. And I sing sing sing till I was hungry. I cooked Maggi. And Johan almost wanted to drop by again my area to bring me food. And I insisted on saying no. After eating, I was back on my lappie and asked Johan to listen to I'm yours by The Script. It's for you to listen, and just so you know, I AM only yours ♥


You've touched these tired eyes of mine
And mapped my face line by line
And some how growing old feels fine
I listen close for I'm not smart
You wrap your thoughts and works of art
And there hanging on the walls of my heart.

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours.

And though my edge is maybe rough
I never feel I'm quite enough
And it may not seem like very much
But I'm yours.

You healed these scars over time
And braced my soul, you loved my mind
Your the only angel in my life
The day the news came, my best friend died
My knees went weak, and you saw me cry
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes.

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours.

And though my edge is maybe rough
I never feel I'm quite enough
And it may not seem like very much
But I'm yours.

I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I don't fit in that much
But I'm yours.