This is another typical blog filled with typical stuff and typical people in a journey to find individuality.

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Danny. Iffy
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Natasha
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Pahan Meh
Sheaha
Zaph

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I like….. guys in jeans, guys who like wearing the colour black, guys who listen to hardcore, guys who write music, guys who can play guitars, guys who can write poetry, guys who laugh when I tell a joke and shoot me another joke, guys who do BMX, guys who do handmade stuff, guys who surf the streets, guys who surf the seas, guys who have dimples, guys who are not too mushy, guys who want to have fun and laugh, guys who never tell me to change, guys who don’t game, guys who wear really rockin cool accessories, guys who wear shirts with jeans, guys in pullover sweaters, guys in sneakers, guys who skate, guys who aren’t afraid to try anything, guys who are hygienically clean, guys who care about what others are thinking, guys who care about the world, guys who help….

You’re probably only 5 out of all of the above.

But the way you laugh, the way you smile, the way you talk to me and the way you make ME laugh just tops it all. That’s what I’m holding on to.

Why do you ask why? Is it because no one ever said this to you or because you really are that dumb? There’s no reason to why someone likes the way you are. It just happens.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And yet, it was hard for you to pick me.

When I am everything you ask for.

I don’t get it…