Racauan. Racauan. Racauan.

Gue.. benci galau malem-malem. #krik #krikkrik

No--srsly. Akhir-akhir ini gue suka galau sendiri malem-malem. Apalagi kalau keinget nama itu. Shezz--Just can't help to think about him, you know? That awkward-but-nice-feeling when your mind goes blank and suddenly someone's name popping out in your head, and you're smiling and blushing at the same time when you're thinking about him..

 This is the first time i like a boy after the one at the elementary school.. and i daydream about him every night. Really.

 I love the way he defends me.

 I love the way he make me blush like crazy--even though he never realize it.

 I love the way he annoys me which sometimes makes me laugh.

 I love every single thing from him.

I used to hate him, remember? That jerky-jocks-typical-guy who never calls me by my name. It's always 'Oy, you, new student!' or 'Hey, you, the one who's reading!'. And i remember when i told him to call me by my name.. and he did. I just like it when he calls me 'Najla'. It's as if he's complimenting me, ya know? Well, Najla means 'the one who had beautiful eyes'. And i remember that Islamic Lesson, that English Stand, and when one of his friends hit me by accident... I always do remember all those things.

 Can't help it to like you, ya know.