Oh, hi. This been over two years since I've been here. Hm. Things have changed, definitely. It's only natural. Well, I'm older now. Though I can't promise that I'm wiser.
Until the next time, all the best.
M.
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as of Monday, 28 February 2011, 10.40pm.
crack, crack, crack and break. opps, there goes my hearrrt... im sorry, i really am. for whats it worth, i love you. always have, always will. just.. having problems showing and proving it, and thats just wrong. i know that. i know everything im doing. i know what its causing. but i cant stop. its like... walking.. but... without a brain to say when to stop. without a soul to say, ''what. the effing. hell. snap the shit, out.''
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Know what today is?
Today is exactly two months since Benji got lost. Around 1pm in the afternoon, after my uncle visited, so had to open the gate. Benji and Rocky went wandering, and only Rocky came back. So, yeah there's the story. I woke up this morning, an flipped through my phone calender, 'cos its been becoming a habit of mine to note down stuffs... It's also, approaching 8 months since Teddy's been gone.
So yeah. You gotta wonder how fucked up you gotta be, to lose two dogs, at the same time eyh?
Sunday, November 28, 2010,10:15 PM |
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Is it.
"Blood may be thicker than water,
but family ties means nothing.
Its the attitude and actions that matter."
See? I can't be wrong, now can I, if even the radio says it. It took so much of my inner strength from resisting shouting out, "NAH! IN YOUR FACE!"
You're being really blind. Once again, i get it; You're a mother, he's your son. Not just a son, he's your first and only son. Fine. But rightnow its just about reaching bullshit.
You think I woke, what? 4 in the afternoon?
Blah, i woke at 11am. Yeah, maybe thats still kinda late, but you said before 12 right?
Just cos i dont go out of my fcking room, doesnt mean im still fcking snoozing.
You think i wake up, wanting to be angry, and no mood?
I dont want it. I just have it; No mood. Anger. Irritation.
Is that my fault?
Is it my fault that you have a shit of a son?
Is it my fault, you're still too blind to realise that?
Is it my fault, mine? Everything?
Including around 3 years of wasting education,
wasting money overseas?
wasting oppurtunities?
wasting the very little money he actually, earned from that pathetic holiday job at the workshop, on that lame-ass car of his?
the car, which he bought for 4thousand dollars (oh, ya, cheap cheap)
then spent maybe another 4thousand fixing it up cos it's that much of a shit?
is that worth it? buying a terrible car? and spending just as much money just to fix it?
then saying,"after repair, i wont be using parents car loh"
but then, here we are, around a year later.
he still has to spend money fixing new problems that keep arising,
and he's still always using parents car, while that fcking car of his is sitting in the fcking garage.
Why?
cos he modified it to the extent, that police would definitely stop him if they saw him on the road..
so whats the point? whats the fcking point of buy a car, when you're still using your parents'?
Is it my fault, that i hate my brother,
after him being an ass for the past 3 years?
is it my fault, that he scolded Teddy for no fcking reason, when he was angry?
or was it teddy's fault for barking at him in the first place because he was shouting and swearing out loud like a freaking phycho?
Is it my fault, that maybe, subconciously, i do blame my brother for Teddy not being home, still?
Am I wrong for thinking like that?
Is it my fault that you keep saying your older sister's daughter
already graduated, with first class honours, from UK?
that she was the first in the family?
that even your elder brother whos now a principal, graduated with only second or third class?
is it my fault that your son, who's the same age, and supposed to be in the same year as her,
is still schooling? and still has around 2 years, before actually, graduating?
Is it my fault your husband's so tight on money now?
So, yeah..
Is it all my fault,
that i wake up everyday,
not happy?
because, what is there, really, for me to be purely happy about?
My Teddy still hasnt come home.
Theres lots more personal problems going around at home.
No one seems to support me in what i wanna do.
You, and papa being all, "why no study? later no good results, me sad oh. koko already not doing well"
.....
Does that really concern me?
the fact that he hasnt woken up and realised that he's been being immature for the past 3 years?
Is it my fault that, this is how your first child ended up growing?
Is it my fault, that, honestly, you're not that proud of him?
Is it my fault Teddy's not back yet?
Is it my fault i dont talk as such as you want me to?
Is it my fault you think there's something wrong with me, mentally?
Would it be my fault, if I actually, did have something wrong with me?
That im antisocial?
That im unhappy?
Is it my fault?
that I think this way?
cos it seems like i'm the only one thinking this way.
Oh, and p/s. I won't mind if you won't bring me to the hospital if I have gastric, (as i've been skipping lunch)... BECAUSE, i know myself. I know when my stomach would be grinding on its own walls. I know when im hungry. which, btw, im not! So yeah, im not hungry, i dont eat lunch. I also, wont get gastric OK? So you can quit with that shit your going on about. I don't like hospitals anyways. So, yeah.
Saturday, November 27, 2010,10:31 PM |
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Birthday eve.
So here I am, on the eve of my Sixteenth Birthday. Its 11.27pm on Tuesday. So.. in 23 mins, it'll be the 3rd November 2010. Its officially my last few mins of being fifteen. I duno why. But sixteen, feels funny. I guess its cos I know im actually quite 'old' already now, but I still feel so small. Honestly, I could easily feel like im still 13teen. I duno, like I've said to a friend, "I've got mixed feelings.'' Unfornutely, those are really really weird, mixed feelings. Honestly, I duno how this all is gonna go. 2010 will be ending soon. I'll have my first Final on thurday, and im not prepared for it at all. So yeah. I've just finished ranting; the previous post just justnow. Haha, amazing really, how much calmer I feel now. This blog confessing thing really does surprise me by how much it works, sometimes. Not that im not still pissed, but, what am I gonna do, really. So, what am I doin at 11.33pm on a school night. Well, i duno. Just thought, yknow, last post as a fifteen year old... But honestly, I just wanna go on and on about how weird im feeling. But really, i dont have time. School's tomorrow, as usually. And theres gonna be asking-questions session in Biology, and i havent even touched my book. And i dont think im gonna today. I'll just read through tomoro. I wanna, at least, try, and enjoy my last few minutes of 15teen-nism. Haha. Anyways, I'm kinda behind on one post, that i wrote on a piece of paper few days prior. I was suppose to type it down here too, but i just couldnt find the time. But, I will soon. It sucks, really. I cant enjoy my birthday, at all. For many reasons. Not only that exams the day after, and since i didnt studied yet, I've gotta spend it studying and cramming. So yeah. But I'll blog about it later on, or something.
Rightnow, i guess the point of this, is;
My 16th birthday's in around 20 mins. My finals are coming. I'm umprepared. 2010 is ending...
My birthday's in around 20 mins. And... Teddy's not back yet.
So.. i guess i know my birthday wish for tomorrow, you would think.
But imma wish for the same thing i wised for last year; happiness.
Cos my happiness, includes Teddy. And Sammy and Spot and BB and Hearvy and ... I dontknow, fairness?
With a feeling of weirdness, calmness,
sadness and a lack of fairness,
M.
(oh, and happy 16th birthday to Cynthia as well.)(:
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He fcking pisses me off. I dont care what anyone wanna think. What my mum think. That my mum said he's so 'kasian' cos im bad with him. Fck that ok. Just effing fck that. He's a fcking, smartass asshle. The stupid thing is; he's not smart. He just like thinking he is. Thinking he's smarter than everyone. Thinking he's better than everyone. Thinking he's in a what? Higher class than everyone? Well, well, well. He has Zero class. At least those people he makes fun of, being lame of whatever; at least they have a living. At least they have money. Their own money. Not their parents' money. And at least they dont go around acting like their above everyone, the way he does. My somewhat "brother" is a fcking jkass. I dont care. I stopped caring maybe even 2 years ago. But it annoys me still, that, my mum, especially, still.. what? I duno- whats me to treat him nicely or love him or whatever. She can love him, whatever, no matter hw fcked up he is. I dont care. That's her. I guess every mother has to eyh? well, OK, i dont care about that. But as far as im concerned, he being my 'brother', sharing the same blood in our veins, sharing the same parents, house.. hell, even FACE, cos we just Had to look a like eyh? It doesnt mean anything to me. What matters is how he treats me. What matters is what kind of person he is. Everything. I dont care about any bs 'family ties' or whatever. He's nothing to me. He's a fcktard. He's impatient. He's stubborn. He's an idiot. He's inconciderate. He's a jakass. And I guess the most is the fact that he's an acting smartass. Belittles me. back when i Used to ask him about my studies... Belittles. Then just beginning of this year. Asked the ass a question. Couldn't even get the answer. And when i kept asking why? how? why this? He's the one, getting mad. Really? After boasting? Like ''Im smart im smart im smart im smart. I know everything.'' Srsly, i just cant stand you. You think youre soo smart, you think what im doin now is soo easy. Well then, why, when you were my age, you kinda sucked. And if your so smart, why did you fail? Huh? Why did you waste not only your time, in Australia after form5, you wasted everything. You wasted our parents money. And you ruined everything. Cos' that was when our father started being really uptight. About money... about future.. about studies, blablabla. You had to ruin it, didnt you? But still, its not him feeling bad. He's not even smart enough to change, to know whats he suppose to do now. He's still the same. Still boasting. Still a jakass. This mid year, he was suppose to be off to UK to continue he's study. Earlier this year; I was in the car with him. He was talking on the phone with a friend. saying and talking about goin uk blablabla. So i thought it was just fixed. Cos his course was meant for one and a half year here, one and a half year there. But, ohhh, big shocker, when he Failed his recent exam, and didnt get to go. Has to wait Another Whole year now. So, total, that around 1 and a half year wasted in Australia, and then one year wasted here. Soo, thats around 2 or 3 years. You were suppose to be 2 years a head of my sister, but yet, your just exactly at her level. Yknow, i was happy, satisfied, i guess you could say i was evil.. when my dad was angry upon knowing that he's kinda useless only son, once again, wasted time. I was happy, yes. Cos the ass deserved it. He just thinks he's soo smart. Talk, talk, no actions, no prove. My mum was kinda sad too. Dissapointed. But even all this... lasted about 2 weeks only. The ass spent around 2 weeks hiding around, then everything seems back to normal. So, instead, of putting crap on him, my mum decides to put it on me. "Better study oh, Why no study? Later dont do well, me sad oh. Already koko not doing well" Srsly, like crap on me? I understand, maybe you dont wanna seem like you dont love him anymore of whatever whatever whatever. But srsly, if he would have responded to your kindness and lightness, he wouldnt have failed for the Second time. Bloody hell, do something about it already. Cos he's never gonna change. I can tell you that for a fact. Fact. Its everything. The way he talks. The way he thinks. The stuffs he says. Hell, even the way he drive. He's a jakass, even when driving, and I fcking hate to follow him. He blablablas, says "What for want all this fancy mobile, blablabla, i rather play with car blablabla" Speaks as if he really have his own car. Please lah. Parents'. Money. = Parents'-car-only-with-a-jakass-driving. Everything. He's just... fcked up. Even the other day. Two weeks ago, family gather, cousin's wedding. Was talking about my cousin's new dog. Then blablabla, that fcktard go and say, "Wait until one more dog gone, can get a german shepard" After that I spent my time in the car crying. He's. Just. A. Fcuking asshle who doesnt know how to think about anything. So easy for him to say. You know why? you know why he wants a big, fancy pretty expensive dog? Because its big, fancy, pretty and expensive. He doesnt actually care about having a pet. He doesnt care about playing with it, caring for it. All he cares, is that is big, and muscular, and when people come our house, sure will say like, ''Wahh" blablabla. Thats all he cares about. He doesnt even know anything about our pets. And for him to just say that. It really pissed me off. Cos on the days when the fact that Teddy's still not here, really gets to me, I usually end up hating on my brother for being a jakass as well. Cos sometimes, he's mad, goes outside, on the way, slams the door... then kena hit something, curses loudly, blablabla, go to car, slams door, everything lah, making all those immature actions. So Teddy would always bark, cos he was the most protective. So he would bark, then the asshle would start scolding him. And that really pisses me off. What he did then, and what he said on the family gathering. Whats even more, inconsiderate. Is... that I dont think i was the only one who got really hurt and offended by it. Cos, heres something ive never mention... 21st sep, Benji, one of the two new puppies, got missing wandering outside. I've never mention that, cos its still very much a touchy subject. So yeah, im not that attach with him, cos i didnt want to be. But my sister was. She was the one taking care of both of the new ones, etcetc. And she was sad about it. So, yeah, for that effing jakass to say what he said, was really, him being himself.
But then, dont think thats the reason for me blogging now. Its not, really, otherwise i would have blogged then. He just angered me around an hour ago. And really, it wasnt big. I didnt end up crying about it, as i am now typing these out. Like always, i just keep my mouth shut and walk away. Cos i dont need to be around him anymore than i have to. Even if its around the TV. I dont care. I dont care what my mum thinks. I dont care how she decides to 'raise' her only son. But if you ask me, a twenty three year old doesnt need anymore 'raising.'
So, I know I just skipped one day of school, which was Saturday, but seriously, I've never felt better. (:
Thurday was aight, really. Big shocker; Chemistry wasn't a jakass on thurday. I actually understood almost everything Mr.A was saying... and, without criticising him in my head and killing him over and over again. I even had 4 periods of Chem that day, compared to the usual 2 periods. That's cos our malay teacher's on holiday, and our subsitute didnt show up. Which was kinda great. Cos, honestly, I can't stop feeling uncomfortable around her, ever since last year. Or more, ever since I started failing her class, and then miraculously getting an A for PMB.Someone didnt understand my surprise and joy at that time upon receiving my results, and basically asked me to shut my mouth up, when I went on and on about it and wtf wtf wtf-ing. Well, well. I realised a while back, that that's cos she wasn't the one i cried in front of.
Hmm. I remembered. Getting three terms' test papers, failing, fail, failed. I slowly slowly dropped til i reach a minumum of 45marks, like that. With me, feeling i did better, after each of the exams. So yeah, can't you empathise with me? Thinking you definitely did better on this one, cos you actually put effort in studying it, but then no, it ends up you did worse. And this happened for three, straight terms. Its like being punched in the face, really. And for my final last year, the exam before PMB, nothing changed. Things just got worse. So I broke down. I was desperate. I thought, and really believed I did better, that I did my best. But it just ends up me fcking it up even more. So can't you understand my panic at that time. It was just a month before the big bad PMB, where I had to get at least 60marks, and I was still getting 45marks. I was frustrated and sad and annoyance that I couldn't do it. I was pissed and confused about why, exactly I couldnt do it. Cos' i remembered, lastime, I used to never even touching my book before malay exams, and yet i got through with 60+, sometimes even approaching near 70. But the thing was, I didn't mind. I didnt mind get 60 or 65 or 67 or 61 or 62 or 69. I didnt mind. It was good enough for me. I wasnt at all a fan of the subject, just passing was fine with me. But then, I suddenly started studying, cos it was PMB, and I knew i should at least try doing my best. Then I get this downfall. How do you think that feels. Hell, i even ended up buying malay story books to help me improve. And I had to force myself to read the hella boring stories. I had to force myself, to try, and change my perspective; that the subject was unimportant, and that I hated it. Cos im sure every student out there can agree, if you hate a subject, hold so much dislike towards it; you just won't be able to study it successfully.
It was a bllsht time. I just got more and more frustrated and crazy after each term... So, yeah. I was that surprised when I got my PMB results. I was that happy. I was that relieved. Hey, I don't think I even felt that relieved since.
But I guess I can't blame that certain someone anymore, since realising she was never really there. But to the person who was. The person who saw me at my lowest, and shameful moment. Who read my karangan. Who tried and keep my hopes up. And who... texted me after the results announcement, saying, "who said she didn't know malay huh." really made me smile and giggle... and... omg, im actually tearing up right now. HAHA. Unbelievable. But hey, she really is a good friend to me. Even if we're not the closest. HAHA, hey, here she comes chatting on msn. HAHA. Thing is, she has my love, my respect, and my gratitude. I'm glad I have a high spirited friend like her.
I think we've both been struggling with our studies a bit lately. And... weelll, she did see me cry about my chemistry last term. Haha, its like, i grew comfortable crying in front of her or smthg. And i keep doing it. HAHA.
And damn, now she's got me typing out this whole thing, rather than updating like i planned. Lol. And its kinda getting late. 10.26pm.
I was hoping to do a full update. I have lots to mention. To express, or whatever. (At risk of sounding cheezy). HAHA.
YES, I HAVE LOTS TO EXPRESS. FEELINGS TO EXXXPRESS. :D haha, but i guess, maybe not now.
So, just in conclusion; Thursday's 4 period chemistry, was, really, bearable. If not, kinda good. And I did a bit of chemistry today too. Homework. I haven't started properly revising, honestly. But I think I'm getting there. To the right mindset, youknow. To study. Haha. I guess you can say I sort of have high hopes for my finals. My previous Chem mark was 53. Yeah, from 80marks to 68marks to 53marks. Yes. It was a letdown for me. But this was different. Chemistry is different from last year's BM. Last term, I knew I messed up my chemistry. I took up way to much time for my paper 2. I hardly even started my section B, which was 30marks worth. I ending up only getting around 6 marks for it. Thing is, I did studied, hard and stayed up late, as always to finish studying it. Cos I wanted to improve my then 68mark. But then, I actually, sort of did improve. Teacher said getting a 30-above for sectionA was actually, quite good already. And I had achieved a 33. So yeah, it was an encouraging little fact. I know what i gotta do. Just keep studying, and really,really improve my time management. So, yeah, thats how its different from BM. I knew what i did wrong. There were no hopes to shatter.
So with BM final coming up, and me not sure at all whose marking it, (not that it really matters, really, i think) ... i'd be lying if I said I'm not nervous about that. Or that I'm not kinda scare. But really, I'm not saying anything bad about the teacher. She's a good teacher, I used to think she was the best possible. I still think that I guess...
Its just, I can't look her in the eye anymore. I can't and im not really sure why...
Ok, so i think this post really stretched itself long enough. HAHA. What kind of full update is this. HAHA. This is just me blabbering on and on... Well, at least now you know how my mind works. Haha. A mess really. My mind. A big, jumbled up mess.
Well, anyways. I'd like to dedicate (eseh! dedicate HAHA) this post to that friend who was there. Not that I believe she'll be reading this. But I think, people can definitely feel your emotions. Like being around sad people will make you sad. And being around crazy and psychotic people, will, well... make you a psycho too. Hehe.
So, maybe proper update tomorrow. Lol. I keep saying tomorrow, tomorrow tomorrow. But 'tomorrow' never actually comes. Well, I have to properly study anyways, so maybe, its better, for me, if 'tomorrow' never comes.
#younglove; Innocent, carefree & ignorant of the reality that deep down... people suck. Beyonce is pregnant. If I hear another prophecy about a baby being born in July I know who I'm going after... Taylor Swift & men #badcombo I won't comment on 'Whip My Hair' b/c I can't get over Will naming his daughter Willow. All I can think is 'Whomping Willow'. Whomp. Whomp.
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A Little bit of Truth.
Tell me something. Tell me how you feel. What you want. Who you are. How you feel about people. What kind of people you wanna get to know. What kind of person are you. How you feel about... a certain person. Whether thoughts in your head about this certain person, are all admirable. All good. Whether you actually wanna get closer to this person, and maybe even... be friends. Tell me something thats real. Existant. True. 'Cos I'm not a toy, and i rather not be, even if it's gonna be your own, personal toy. I'm just not. The thing is, I'm confused. But then kind of happy, and flattered. And giddy and gleeful. All at the same time. However the other thing is, I don't think that I truly care, to be honest. I can't, really. I can't care about these kind of things any more. 'Cos you see, I lost a heart the day he left, and I can't get it back or have a new replacement. One body, one heart, I guess. The Rule. No refunds or exchanges. I know I might melt over you or go kinda crazy-ish over you... but even I don't believe myself, when i say, "Hey, I think I kinda like that guy." Its just a crush, really. Maybe not even a serious crush. Just...something even lesser. Mere admiration, maybe? I duno. I think, its just a tiny feeling. So... the situation I am in now. Well, i guess I would love to explain, but I don't really know how. Let's just say this; I used to be extreme-ly-ly insecure. I used to think it was one certain thing that made me pretty, like hair, or clothes or whatever. When I hear things, like things about admirers, etc, if it's of other people's, I would get jealous, if its of me, I would think someone was making fun of me. And then I'll go into self hatred mode. And start over thinking everything. Everything. I never could believe... anything like that could involve me. I only used to dream. You know, every young girl has the liberty to dream, no? But then, I became better, I guess you can say. I'm not saying I'm a confident btch or anything like that. In fact, I'm far, far from that. But when I say that I'm better now, what I'm trying to say is, I actually have some kind of belief in myself. Less self hatred. And yes, I said 'less' not 'none.' Things still get unbearable at times. Most of the times. What can I do, right? I duno. I guess hearing sweet things from people over the years helped. But that was years, like 3 or 4 years. And its only 'helped' not 'cured.'
But to get to the point, I'm a lot better of a person, in the sense of being comfortable with myself than I was... hell, even 10 months ago. I duno, really. Maybe being a senior at school adds confidence? Maybe having more friends, made me feel more wanted? But then again, there still are those bloody days when things are absolute shit.
So... i guess thats a little tale, about me. I'm not sure why I'm suddenly saying this now. Today. Nothing happened today, really. But, i guess... remember how I've mentioned I have my own personal blog in my brain? Yeah, the little voice inside my head. Deelilvoice. (Haha) Well, you see, i blog ALL THE TIME. Just, not here. Not where anyone can read. More of in my brain, talking to myself. Like a psycho, maybe. Haha, well, i guess everyone's a bit mental. I've always made plans to blog more here tho. I guess i want some one to hear. I guess i dont wanna hide, too much things. Well, anyho, there are very little people who would read this anyways. Just people who ever cared, from the beginning, or random people who stumble upon my blog maybe. But I dont think i really care whether anyone reads this. I dont think I'm making any sense. 'Cos im going from one topic, to another, to another, and then to a whole another different one.
Once again, i duno why im doing this now. Its 11.31 pm, on a Tuesday. I've got a Biology test tomorrow, first thing in the morning. And i havent even touched my book today. Hah, so much for getting my sleeping habit in check. Well, anyways, I think I'll blog tomorrow. I think. But this is it for now. Oh, and HB you! Oh, and teddy, im still waiting.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010,10:56 PM |
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♡ (:
Just posted on Youtube yesterday, it seems. Glad that I'm not that left behind. (: Love Mcfly.
Saturday, October 9, 2010,11:36 PM |
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We gonna light it up, like its dynamite.
My dear McFly (: I miss youtube-ing them, srsly :D
I'm gonna take it all out I'm gonna be the last one standing I'm alone and all I I'm gonna be the last one landing 'Cause I, I, Believe it And I, I, I I just want it all I'm gonna put my hands in the air Hands in the air Put your hands in the air
I throw my hands up in the air sometimes Saying AYO Gotta let go I wanna celebrate and live my life Saying AYO Baby, let's go
Friday, October 8, 2010,11:46 PM |
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Today.
I don't need to be a slave, anymore than I already am. Everyday, I'm doing shits that I think I should do. Or not do things, even though I might really want to, because I know something will happen, that will make me feel like shit, and deeper than earth's crust. With boiling molten lava in the middle too.
So, why. Why would I be oh-so-honoured to be not only my own private slave, but oh... I duno. "More of one" maybe? ... *sigh.
Today, I've been bored. I've been sad. I've been irritated. I've been wondering around in my mind when I'm suppose to listen in Biology. I've been annoyed. I've been ignored. I've been tired, and sick of her attitude. I've been accepting things. & I've spent an hour, locked in my room, crying, talking to myself (my own shrink), and drinking coke (I'm honestly, not much a fan of fizzy drinks).
I don't need him telling me what I need to do, or what I need to work in. Bloody hell, i know kay. I just... didn't have enough time. My time management sucks. I'm trying to work on it.
I don't need her to act like her cares, or she ever even had any interest. She wants to do that? Then fine. I already knew that you wanted it. I don't care okay, I've gotten used to your ignorance towards me, and fine. IDC. Do what you want.
I don't need a lot of things.
Except, one.
I duno. It's hard to explain. But I'm just unbelievably annoyed that, when things are good, they're all good. But when things are bad, they're all bad, all at the same, fcking, time. Yknow? Hah, it's just stupidly, irritating. Almost unbearably irritating, actually.
I just miss having him around. I miss having someonearound.But im just gonna have to keep missing him til he comes back. Eventually. I know he will.
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A moment.
In tribute to Alanna, who has been singing this old, classic song these two days. And which I recognise too! Hehehe, remembered hearing it when i was younger. Unfortunately, I can't remember it now, haha. But i was watching MTV and ngam ngam saw this (below) ... haha, damn, another classic. (: Me love.
And a little detail; I just found out that lead singer, is now a teacher. (; Lol.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As for a proper update, hmm, i duno. But, just thought I'll blog a bit. It's 11.26pm, and there is school tommorow. Plus assembly, teachers'day celebrations, and science debate? Well, i guess what i wanted to say is... I'm not feeling too bad rightnow. Though, its just rightnow. Well, im off to bed. Need to wake for another day, in roughly 6 hrs? Yeah. So, cheers, for the moment.
[Chorus:] This is the story of a girl Who cried a river and drowned the whole world And while she looked so sad in photographs I absolutely love her When she smiles
Now how many days in a year She woke up with hope But she only found tears And I can be so insincere Making her promises never for real As long as she stands there waiting Wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes Now how many days disappear When you look in the mirror So how do you choose
Your clothes never wear as well the next day And your hair never falls in quite the same way You never seem to run out of things to say
[Chorus]
Now how many lovers would stay Just to put up with this shit day after day Now how did we wind up this way Watching our mouths for the words that we say As long as we stand here waiting Wearing the clothes or the soles that we choose Now how do we get there today When we're walking too far for the price of our shoes
Your clothes never wear as well the next day And your hair never falls in quite the same way You never seem to run out of things to say
[Chorus]
[Guitar solo]
Well your clothes never wear as well the next day And your hair never falls in quite the same way You never seem to run out of things to say
[Chorus]
This is the story of a girl Whose pretty face she hid from the world And while she looks so sad in photographs I absolutely love her
This is the story of a - girl Who cried a river and drowned the whole world And while she looked so sad in photographs I absolutely love her When she smiles When she smiles! --------------------------------------------------------------------------
The thing is, i lost a heart the day he left. So im sorry i can't show you any heart now. Rule is; one body, one heart. No refunds nor replacements, if ever damaged.
