Blasting Valerie by Amy Winehouse on my speakers.
Okay, maybe "blasting" isn't the right word.
It's 11.10 AM on a rainy Saturday morning.
My luggage isn't packed yet, I always pack at the last minute.
Buying my brown eyeliner at Holland Village later.
Right now I'm listening to Never Meant To Fail by Alex Lloyd.
I need to charge my Ipod, so I won't be deprived of songs, like when in Japan.
Foo Fighters was stuck in my mind all the way.
I guess I'll have a better variety of songs this time in Australia!
I told Mirabelle about how I feel about people. About how sometimes I just don't have the chance to get angry, because I'm always the one saying sorry.
I wish someone would try to be someone for me. Just for a day.
Someone who lets me get angry and says sorry in return.
Then I probably won't feel so weak and pathetic when arguments break out.
Because I lose myself and get distracted when I'm fighting so hard to get my point across.
My parents are back.
Mom's gonna make me pack.
Australia's gonna give me a heart attack. (in a good way)
I need an acoustic guitar urgently.
So I'll go buy one.
Ra ra ra meeee i'll miss you.
