Wednesday, March 25, 2009 @ 7:23 PM
Y' know, an alarm clock that goes off at 5.30am can't get thjs pjece of shjt up. Set jt at 5.30am and got up at 11.00am.
Yep, that's me.
And today? Jt's a djfferent sjtuatjon. Know what? J djdn't set the alarm clock at all. But guess what? J got up at, hmm, say, 6.30am? Jt's pretty early for me 'cause J slept at 2.00am last njght. Anyway, why djd J get up? Guess.
Dum-Dee-Dum-Dum-Dum...
Whoop-Dee-Doop...
La La La...
*ahem* *ahem*
*coughs* *coughs*
*sneezes*
Once upon a tjme...
There was an old woman who ljves jn a shoe...
She had so many chjldren...
She djdn't know what to do...
She gave them some broth...
And gave them some bread...
Bla Bla Bla...
And sent them to bed...
Oh, well...
SHUCKS!
J FORGOT ALL ABOUT YOU!
Sorry.
You were guessjng...? Mum came jn and called me? Nah. Scroll down, please.
Oh, ajn't jt looks famjljar? Rjjjjjjjght. Thjs was the book Ru Mjn's readjng! Jn school! Okay, enough wjth the chjt-chat. So, what happened was, at 6.30am, APPROXJMATELY 6.30am, my BELOVED An Abundance of Katherjne, by John Green, was squashed. And the squasher?
Moj.
The sjdes of the book got folded. And what jt left behjnd when J smoothen jt out?
THJS!!! CREASES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Call me a bookworm or whatever, but J DON'T CARE! J LOVE BOOKS! *sulks* Was kjnda groggy when J fjrst woke up. Then, J held the book and J found that there were a lot of creases. Deep, to be exact. J jumped up at once and rushed downstajrs to...? To what?To jron my beloved partner.
J djd not cljck the swjtch, so the jron ajn't hot. Pressed hard on the cover of my darljng. Got to smoothen jt out a ljttle, just a ljttle, teeny-tjny, jtsy-bjtsy bjt. The scars were not as obvjous as before, but jt stjll has scars. Fajled to jron my book, J took all the djctjonarjes - njne Engljsh djctjonarjes, four Mandarjn djctjonarjes, three Bahasa Malaysja djctjonarjes, a Mandarjn-Engljsh djctjonary and an Engljsh-Mandarjn djctjonary, a total of ejghteen djctjonarjes - and placed jt on top of my dahljng. J hoped that could smoothen out my beloved's pretty face. Later, J lajd on the couch, grjevjng for the death of my dahljng's smoooooooth face.
And what djd my mum say when J told her what happened?
"Jt's okay. Jt's just a book. No bjg deal. Don't be so obsessjve and compulsjve about all thjs unnecessary stuff."
Unnecessary? Nevermjnd. Book-lovers out there, J know, we share the same feeljng.
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Whisk me away
Friday, March 20, 2009 @ 8:38 PM
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
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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Friday, February 20, 2009 @ 8:09 PM
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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Saturday, February 14, 2009 @ 5:42 AM
- 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
What the...? These are cacat pictures. Got some weird things in both of them.
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4:10 AM
- got to know you
- introduced myself
- became your friend
- argued with you
- found you for translations
- asked your opinions
- lent you my things
- told you jokes
- laughed with you
- agreed on the same things as you
- had fun with you
- said I like you
- entered your life
You : -
- got to know me
- introduced yourself
- became my friend
- talked to me
- argued with me
- found translations from me
- asked my opinions
- borrowed my things
- told me jokes
- laughed with me
- agreed on the same things as me
- had fun with me
- said you like me
- entered my life
We : -
- got to know each other
- introduced ourselves
- became friends
- argued together
- found translations from each other
- asked each other's opinions
- used my things together
- told jokes to each other
- laughed together
- agreed on the same things
- had fun together
- said we like each other
- entered each other's life
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