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Friday, March 20, 2009 @ 8:38 PM

No.

Oh God, that feeling is back:
Loneliness.

Went to X last night. Saw A, B and C. Happy - I don't know why - 'cause she came after two nights of absence. We were gonna have SO much fun - but I was so damn wrong - 'cause all of us are here. But B had to go the right wing of the studio. Had to prepare for the X examinations. So A, C, me and some other girls came to the left wing 'cause we weren't taking the examinations for X. We were gonna do Z. Anyway, long story short. When I was asked to Y the Z, had to choose a U, right? T chose C to Y with me, but C got sucked-in with A. Greaaat. I got kinda irritated. Hated it, hated it, hated it. C told T she didn't wanna Y with me - GOD! How hurting was that! - I got treated like scum, but as usual, I shuddup. I didn't wanna share it. Anger management. I can deal with this myself. Later, T forced C to Y with me, well, she gotta do it 'cause T got angry. During the Y, A kept teasing and shouting out mistakes of mine. I didn't learn that Y as early as you did. So, shuddup lah. I can make out some steps that I'd learnt in such a short period of time is already good. As if you're so perfect. I can't believe it, we were friends last time. After mixing around with B, gawd, A you're so damn bitchy. Got a bad feeling C was gonna get sucked-in by them. After that Y, I kept quiet the whole time and they kept laughing and chasing around and making a fool of themselves. I thought C was okay, but now I've changed my mind towards her. One night, 1 hour and a half, and she'd transformed into a [ censored ]. But I gotta admit, I was pretty upset about all that had happened. Nothing can be done, 'cause it's not up to me to choose who they wanna be with. Just please go away and leave me alone...

Lost + frustration + sadness + anger + pain + despair + unhappiness = Loneliness.

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Tuesday, March 3, 2009 @ 7:01 PM

Wow, my mum found out about my blog. HOW DID SHE KNOW?!!!! Her computer skills are getting better and better by the minute. Oh, gawd. She read the rude post about Thaddeus and she said she didn't wanna continue reading it 'cause she said it's so RUDE and DIRTY. And she told me to remove it.

Like I care.

The world is so small and at last, Thaddeus found my blog. Joy-to-the-world. Read everything but did I care? NO. In fact, I'm so glad he found it 'cause he SHOULD read it, why, it's dedicated to him, of course! He wants it to bother him, it's not my choice. It's his problem. But thank you, Lord, he finally see it and I PRAY that he should [censored] off. Shoo, stupid stick-like mosquito, if you don't wanna get SMASHED.

Well.

Sorry guys, my rude post was typed when I was furious and out of control. So, there were a bunch of short forms and grammar errors and broken English. Hahahahahaha. Forgive me.

Ps. Thanks, Thaddeus, for reading that RUDE post which is SPECIALLY FOR YOU. Hope you'll BURN OFF soon and stop polluting the world.

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Encik Zain, you're a malay version of Mr. Bean who talks sense into people's head.

Friday, February 20, 2009 @ 8:09 PM

Encik Zain is Mr. Bean - Malay version. I think his words made a lot of sense to me, especially when he mentioned 'matang' - matured OR in his version is pronounced as 'machut', it really hit me.

Matured.

I'm not. But blimey, HE is! Reminds me of HIM. That word seriously reminds me of HIM. HE doesn't spit out coarse slangs like I do; HE doesn't frets when anything goes wrong, and HE's so cool and calm at all times. Amazing, first time seeing a guy who's the total opposite of my assumption. It changed my mind towards those lame species. Pfft.

Well, Encik Zain also mentioned that 17- to 18-years-old is the time all youths will become 'gatal-gatal'. Then he started scratching his hand and said, "Sini gatal." Scratches neck. "Sini gatal." Scratches shoulder. "Sini gatal." If you know the meaning then good for you. He also said going to college/university - nicer - better - what you see now is not your best - there's more - etc. (Sorry, guys, many - 'cause I forgot the actual thang.)

He's right. Absolutely.

Maybe. But I think what I see now is the best in my world, my life 'cause it's still a small, small world to me. Growing old means my world is getting bigger. Better. Though it isn't easier. Thought about that for a while, and I think I'll stick to HIM first. Scratch that - not STICK. What I meant was umm... currently see him as the person who I'll CONSIDER. I said consider. Not anything else.

Whatever.

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F&Q - 10 Facts about ME a.k.a ONG RU MIN with a capital O and a capital R and a capital M,

Saturday, February 14, 2009 @ 5:42 AM

01. Why many people assume that I celebrate Valentine's Day?
- I seriously don't know.

02. Three main reasons people think I'm weird:
- I taps a person's chair like mad just to ask a question, and when he/she finally turns their heads, I'll tell them that I've figured out already.
- I laugh suddenly when I'm doing my homework/reading a book/during class.
- When someone requests to borrow my book(s) and I'll keep saying NO until they give up --- then I'll call them and say, "Here. Take it."

03. Why do I suffer split-personality disorders?
- 'Cause I'm weird. And Wanning said so.

04. Why do I lead a hectic life?
- Balancing between five tuitions, four piano lessons, three ballet lessons (yea, laugh your lungs out.), sports practices, school examinations and CU meetings. Hectic or is it NOT?

05. Maple, much?
- Nahh. Whaddya say? Play during the cows come home or the rubber-tapper starts tapping trees to get rubber?

06. Who gets in the way?
- Mum. "This piano teacher is great!" Which I told her I DON'T WANT TO CHANGE TO A NEW TEACHER. So, I ended up with TWO piano teachers. Great, huh? "This tuition teacher is fabulous!" Which I prayed so HARD to get into it and my prayers were answered. Thank you, Lord. Then, next thing I know, "You can't go to that tuition. It'll clash with your new piano lesson." Mum blabbed. *speechless*

o7. Bitches/bimbos?
- Yea. Absolutely. That slut in my class flirts with ANY boy, even those who wears their pants MEGA high/look like a complete inside-out of a dog/digs their nose. She's a bitch. BITCH BITCH BITCH. SLUT SLUT SLUT. Major whore. No wonder she needs a "veil" to cover half of her face.

08. Guys?
- Nope. Complete gay-boys/shemales/midgets/idiots/morons/playboys. Okay, maybe one. But seriously, he's so NOT my type. Ego-freako.

09. Good imaginations?
- Maybe. I have an imaginary friend. It's a he. And he's cute. As small as your tooth. He wears a Santa's hat which is green in colour, and I met his mum before. Cute old lady. He tells me everything, and I tell him everything. Secret between us. Say what? Weird? Unbelievable? Live with it.

10. Unique characteristics?
- Currently suffering split-personalities disorder. Burdened with a hectic life. Coarse slangs straight out into the opens. Unique, you can say that again!

*This is not a tag. Leave it alone and let it dissolve into the universe. Thank you for your co-operation.

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Saturday, February 7, 2009 @ 4:52 AM