I never told you

There is something about ‘I never told you’ by Colbie Caillat that every time I listen to it, it always brought me to tears.

I just wish and pray that I have the chance to say what I wanted all along before it is too late.

“I Never Told You”

I miss those blue eyes
How you kiss me at night
I miss the way we sleep
Like there’s no sunrise
Like the taste of your smile
I miss the way we breathe

But I never told you
What I should have said
No, I never told you
I just held it in

And now I miss everything about you
I can’t believe it, I still want you
After all the things we’ve been through
I miss everything about you
Without you, whoa…

I see your blue eyes
Every time I close mine
You make it hard to see
Where I belong to
When I’m not around you
It’s like I’m not with me

But I never told you
What I should have said
No, I never told you
I just held it in

And now I miss everything about you (still you’re gone)
I can’t believe it, I still want you (And I’m lovin’ you, I never should have walked away)
After all the things we’ve been through (I know it’s never gonna come again)
I miss everything about you
Without you, whoa…

But I never told you
What I should have said
No I never told you
I just held it in

And now I miss everything about you (still you’re gone)
Can’t believe it, I still want you (And I’m lovin’ you, I never should have walked away)
After all the things we’ve been through (I know it’s never gonna come again)
I miss everything about you
Without you, whoa, no, no…

I read in public, in Malaysia. So what?

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I currently live in Kuching. My poor time management and non-existent of washing machine used to draw me to one of those 24-hours laundry service.

While waiting for 40 minutes wash and 30 minutes drying session, books became my constant companion.

One time I brought along one of Lauren Willig’s and my brother to my laundry session.

“Stop laughing, people are looking at you”, my poor little brother told me.

Then I realised once again Willig managed to crack me up through her witty characters.

But I thought it was not just the fact I burst out laughing in public grabbed people’s attention, also the fact I had a book in between my hands caught their eyes.

Here in Malaysia, it is hard to see people read in public. When coffee shops in some countries are known for the place to read and drink coffee, but here no matter how trendy the cafes are, it has been turning into kopitiam. Loud conversation buzzed through the atmosphere.

In a laundry shop where the sound of the machines were almost inaudible (sometimes), I thought it would make a perfect place to read.

Nonetheless, I like to read in public. Sometimes it is the only way to disconnected myself from my surroundings, be it from the sounds of chatty atmosphere or tumbling dirty laundries.