Feeling: Alone
Listening to: Me And The Moon by Something Corporate
I had my last second trial exam today and that means I only have 9 more days of high school left(That's right; 9 more days of high school left),but sadly, now, I have things worse than trial exams and school days to worry about. Like my 'O' level exams, and my hair that I got cut today that looked relatively bad after they blow-dried it because you know how straight hair looks shit on me, but now that I run it under the shower, it's alright and you probably can't tell I cut it, despite the fact that I cut 4 inches off. Yes, I know. Oh, me God, 4 INCHES. Hahaha. Sarcasism, my darling.
Finishing school at 10:40AM, not getting any replies to text messages, and finally getting picked up at 1PM is not cool. And speaking of not cool things, my cousin is a bastard. There's this old lady who walks along the road near school and tries to sell vegetables to the people that have stopped their cars because of a red traffic light, yeah? Well, today, my cousin got the red traffic light and he saw the old lady and he said "Oh, no, old lady. Quick! Roll the windows up! Turn the music up really loud." And and, it's just really mean. 'Cause matter of a factly, that could very well be him. One day, his daddy will leave this dimension and he could lose all that money, them he would be in her position. It could even be me. And if it was me, I'd think he was a bastard for doing that to me, when all I want to do is live. Or maybe she uses the money to take care of her grandchildren whose parents aren't here, or something like that. The possibilites are endless and my cousin's a big asshole.
Haha. Okay, nobody cares.
I made a new layout and as you can see, has a really small reading area which I'm regretting right now. It's tiny, which isn't suitable for my stupidly long posts with huge-ass paragraphs. I don't think people like reading lots of words from tiny spaces either. But yes, this layout doesn't look as bad as the last one did in Mozilla. Yay for that. Boo for the fact that it looks like mess.
There's a difference between feeling alone and feeling lonely, just like there's a difference between friends and people you say 'hi' to. And sometimes, I wish reality would just fuck off.
Wednesday 27 September 2006
Feeling: Sick
Listening to: Bellybutton Queen by Zuckerbaby
My body's been acting really weird lately, since Saturday. Like today for example. I had a really bad tummyache during tuition, and at first, I didn't want to be a sissy and succumb to the evil porcelain master, so I sat there clutching my belly with a frown on my face. Eventually though, the pain was just too recurring and too much to handle that I had no choice but to egest. :D Then, I went back to the classroom and half-puked. Half-puke being the puke came up to the back of my throat, then I swallowed it 'cause I was sitting in front of the teacher or something and man, puke tastes awful. And now my tummy is literally vibrating, and all I can say is, "What the hell is going on in there?" Adding to the mystery of my illness, my eyes look really droopy to me and my body temperature's higher than what I'd say is normal and why am I even typing this all down like it matters? Hahahahaha. Okay, I know. I'm a bit of a hypochondriac.
I have a creaky obsession with this strong. Hahahahaha. That's a real typo, by the way. See what my sickness is doing to me? I'm going crazy. And blind. But that's not important. What I meant to say was that I have a creepy obsession with this song. Not creaky and not strong. That just makes no sense. And you know me. I, under normal circumstances, always make sense. :D
I want to be every raindrop tasted by you.
Men who wear tight pants tend to have lower sperm counts or lower numbers of healthy, viable sperm. It says so in my 'O' Level Biology Key Points book, page 291.
Back to that typo I made earlier. It reminds me of this conversation I had online yesterday that looked like this:
ME: You're crazy. And going insane.
ME: Wait.
ME: Hahahahaha.
ME: That's the same thing.
Told you. I'm losing my mind, and not at all slowly. It's all happening quite fast actually. Scary. Like swimming in the deep part of the ocean or walking back home alone in the dark.
I don't want to go to school tomorrow because it's just teachers' day celebration and they'll most likely have the same group of people dancing and singing as they always have. And on top of that, I'm not under appropriate mental condition for this.
I realized the other day that Broken Smile looks like shit on Mozilla, so I was urged to make a new layout and I almost had it done but I couldn't find nice enough lyrics to feature so I got rid of it. Haha.
Oh, yeah. The next thing I am about to tell you is the main reason why I wanted to post something today, and I nearly forgot all about it. You know how I said my school's 'O' level exams weren't going to be held in the school itself because of construction and that we'd probably take the papers in the streets 'cause they're cheap like that? Well, I was wrong. We're going to have them at the Riverview Hotel. I guess it's kind of cool sitting down, making your future with a piece of paper at a hotel, instead of school. I wonder if I can trick the staff into giving me free food. Or drinks. Either one will do. :] Hehehehe. I feel the evilness inside begging to be let free, and you know, I guess it's about time. I mean, for the sake of free food. Here you go, evilness. You're freeeeeeeeee.
Listening to: Bellybutton Queen by Zuckerbaby
My body's been acting really weird lately, since Saturday. Like today for example. I had a really bad tummyache during tuition, and at first, I didn't want to be a sissy and succumb to the evil porcelain master, so I sat there clutching my belly with a frown on my face. Eventually though, the pain was just too recurring and too much to handle that I had no choice but to egest. :D Then, I went back to the classroom and half-puked. Half-puke being the puke came up to the back of my throat, then I swallowed it 'cause I was sitting in front of the teacher or something and man, puke tastes awful. And now my tummy is literally vibrating, and all I can say is, "What the hell is going on in there?" Adding to the mystery of my illness, my eyes look really droopy to me and my body temperature's higher than what I'd say is normal and why am I even typing this all down like it matters? Hahahahaha. Okay, I know. I'm a bit of a hypochondriac.
I have a creaky obsession with this strong. Hahahahaha. That's a real typo, by the way. See what my sickness is doing to me? I'm going crazy. And blind. But that's not important. What I meant to say was that I have a creepy obsession with this song. Not creaky and not strong. That just makes no sense. And you know me. I, under normal circumstances, always make sense. :D
I want to be every raindrop tasted by you.
Men who wear tight pants tend to have lower sperm counts or lower numbers of healthy, viable sperm. It says so in my 'O' Level Biology Key Points book, page 291.
Back to that typo I made earlier. It reminds me of this conversation I had online yesterday that looked like this:
ME: You're crazy. And going insane.
ME: Wait.
ME: Hahahahaha.
ME: That's the same thing.
Told you. I'm losing my mind, and not at all slowly. It's all happening quite fast actually. Scary. Like swimming in the deep part of the ocean or walking back home alone in the dark.
I don't want to go to school tomorrow because it's just teachers' day celebration and they'll most likely have the same group of people dancing and singing as they always have. And on top of that, I'm not under appropriate mental condition for this.
I realized the other day that Broken Smile looks like shit on Mozilla, so I was urged to make a new layout and I almost had it done but I couldn't find nice enough lyrics to feature so I got rid of it. Haha.
Oh, yeah. The next thing I am about to tell you is the main reason why I wanted to post something today, and I nearly forgot all about it. You know how I said my school's 'O' level exams weren't going to be held in the school itself because of construction and that we'd probably take the papers in the streets 'cause they're cheap like that? Well, I was wrong. We're going to have them at the Riverview Hotel. I guess it's kind of cool sitting down, making your future with a piece of paper at a hotel, instead of school. I wonder if I can trick the staff into giving me free food. Or drinks. Either one will do. :] Hehehehe. I feel the evilness inside begging to be let free, and you know, I guess it's about time. I mean, for the sake of free food. Here you go, evilness. You're freeeeeeeeee.
Saturday 23 September 2006
Feeling: Yucky
Listening to: Plug In Baby by Muse
I have a sore throat. :[ And I'm sweaty, which makes me uncomfortable. And now my rose is runny. Ewww.
I think I'm sick. This morning I had this uncontrollable over-production of phlegm at the back of my throat; I had to spit it out several times 'cause it's gross if I swallow, and now I'm extremely tired, which only makes me think I'm even more sick.
And I think I'm going to do better for second trial exams than the first, except for add maths, of course; second trial add maths was just inhumane, but the rest was pretty humane, I'd say.
Two nights ago, I had another one of those urges to type down words and phrases that were forming in my head, and I ended up with this(It makes me giggle, so if it makes you giggle, too, then, it's okay):
Break
Hearts weren't meant to be broken -
this is the one fact that you thought you knew.
You understand it brings the pain that hangs onto your subconscious,
unsuccessfully begging to take your life away,
when you know all too well what is real;
when everything disappears into the blackness of your mind,
and nothing ever feels the way it used to.
It reflects in your eyes as I stare,
and I realize it's true what they say;
eyes are mirrors that see into your soul,
like a kiss is a silent conversation
that reveals everything and nothing at the same time,
rendering you pathetic as you try to remain a mystery.
But nothing ever stays that way,
for in the end, all things balance out,
and you fathom why some horrors had to happen,
why some friendships had to be forgotten,
and why some successes had to fail.
At last, it becomes clear, and you can make sense out of it;
you comprehend that nothing is as it seems,
and that there comes a time when all a heart can do is break, and be broken.
See you later, alligator. I was going to let this post end abruptly after that poem, like I usually do, but that seemed typically me, so this time, I decided to give you some kind of warning before I clicked the 'Publish' button(Not that I'm actually going to see you later, or that you're a real alligator, but yeah, be happy. :]).
Listening to: Plug In Baby by Muse
I have a sore throat. :[ And I'm sweaty, which makes me uncomfortable. And now my rose is runny. Ewww.
I think I'm sick. This morning I had this uncontrollable over-production of phlegm at the back of my throat; I had to spit it out several times 'cause it's gross if I swallow, and now I'm extremely tired, which only makes me think I'm even more sick.
And I think I'm going to do better for second trial exams than the first, except for add maths, of course; second trial add maths was just inhumane, but the rest was pretty humane, I'd say.
Two nights ago, I had another one of those urges to type down words and phrases that were forming in my head, and I ended up with this(It makes me giggle, so if it makes you giggle, too, then, it's okay):
Hearts weren't meant to be broken -
this is the one fact that you thought you knew.
You understand it brings the pain that hangs onto your subconscious,
unsuccessfully begging to take your life away,
when you know all too well what is real;
when everything disappears into the blackness of your mind,
and nothing ever feels the way it used to.
It reflects in your eyes as I stare,
and I realize it's true what they say;
eyes are mirrors that see into your soul,
like a kiss is a silent conversation
that reveals everything and nothing at the same time,
rendering you pathetic as you try to remain a mystery.
But nothing ever stays that way,
for in the end, all things balance out,
and you fathom why some horrors had to happen,
why some friendships had to be forgotten,
and why some successes had to fail.
At last, it becomes clear, and you can make sense out of it;
you comprehend that nothing is as it seems,
and that there comes a time when all a heart can do is break, and be broken.
See you later, alligator. I was going to let this post end abruptly after that poem, like I usually do, but that seemed typically me, so this time, I decided to give you some kind of warning before I clicked the 'Publish' button(Not that I'm actually going to see you later, or that you're a real alligator, but yeah, be happy. :]).
Monday 18 September 2006
Feeling: Like a crybaby
Listening to: Third Measurement in C by Saosin
I'm currently using the laptop in the bathroom and despite it being daytime, it's pretty dark. I can't read the letters on the keys because the light from the screen is too bright. Haha. Anyway, what the hell am I doing in the bathroom? I believe it's because My grandmother just went on another one of her psycho-sprees. I was in my uncle's room, 'cause his aircon works and mine doesn't, and she opened the door and started saying random insults, then she came in and started hitting me with a shoe and telling me to get out of the house because the Devil is waiting for me. It's when she's shouting at me and holding a weapon(or shoe) up in the air to hit me that I notice all the red rings around her eyes. I grabbed the laptop and went into my room, locked the door, went into my bathroom and locked that door and started crying 'cause everytime she loses her sanity on me, I turn into a crybaby, then I snap out of it because I realize how pathetic it really is. A few minutes later, I heard the bedroom door handle being tried, and then unlocked. The shuffling of feet, then a bang sound followed by an 'ai ya' and the bathroom door being tried, but this is the only door to which she doesn't have the key, so she can't get in and I'm safe from any weapon-bearing old lady(no matter what object the weapon is). Then she turned off the light, which is why I'm sitting in the dark. My grandmother's scary and I feel like I'm in a horror movie. And I want to shower, but my towel is in the bedroom and she may be in there. So, I guess I'll just sit here until the laptop battery dies, and seeing as it has 1:49 hours left; I may be here for a while.
And last night, she said this to me: "Tidak ada ibu. Tidak ada bapa. Siapa punya anak ini? Anak orang celaka." :[
And I thought I was evil.
Listening to: Third Measurement in C by Saosin
I'm currently using the laptop in the bathroom and despite it being daytime, it's pretty dark. I can't read the letters on the keys because the light from the screen is too bright. Haha. Anyway, what the hell am I doing in the bathroom? I believe it's because My grandmother just went on another one of her psycho-sprees. I was in my uncle's room, 'cause his aircon works and mine doesn't, and she opened the door and started saying random insults, then she came in and started hitting me with a shoe and telling me to get out of the house because the Devil is waiting for me. It's when she's shouting at me and holding a weapon(or shoe) up in the air to hit me that I notice all the red rings around her eyes. I grabbed the laptop and went into my room, locked the door, went into my bathroom and locked that door and started crying 'cause everytime she loses her sanity on me, I turn into a crybaby, then I snap out of it because I realize how pathetic it really is. A few minutes later, I heard the bedroom door handle being tried, and then unlocked. The shuffling of feet, then a bang sound followed by an 'ai ya' and the bathroom door being tried, but this is the only door to which she doesn't have the key, so she can't get in and I'm safe from any weapon-bearing old lady(no matter what object the weapon is). Then she turned off the light, which is why I'm sitting in the dark. My grandmother's scary and I feel like I'm in a horror movie. And I want to shower, but my towel is in the bedroom and she may be in there. So, I guess I'll just sit here until the laptop battery dies, and seeing as it has 1:49 hours left; I may be here for a while.
And last night, she said this to me: "Tidak ada ibu. Tidak ada bapa. Siapa punya anak ini? Anak orang celaka." :[
And I thought I was evil.
Friday 15 September 2006
Feeling: Stupid
All my music files from Righto are on Lefto now, and it seems that in the process, some of my songs got deleted by accident or something. :[ That's just plain not nice.
People who try to make 'floor' rhyme with 'low' are just down-right kapoofy. :p Those words weren't meant to rhyme; don't force it. Making 'floor' sounds like 'flow' isn't cool. It's a disgrace to the English language. Tsk tsk tsk. Yes, you know who you are. *Gives you the evil eye.
Mota have new music up; studio versions. And if you've noticed, there is now a little crossbone and skull thing down in the left corner(That is, if you have the Wingdings font on your computer. If not, then it will just be a 'N', which is gay). That will take you to their purevolume account(Someone specially requested me to put up their link and seeing as I don't have a link page and that I am Mota-vated(HEHE)...), too. :]
My second trial exams have started, by the way. And my 'O' level Malay oral exam is on Wednesday.
And and and I'm sorry I'm evil. I don't mean to be; I was just born inside out. To a certain bushbaby: *tickle tickle.
All my music files from Righto are on Lefto now, and it seems that in the process, some of my songs got deleted by accident or something. :[ That's just plain not nice.
People who try to make 'floor' rhyme with 'low' are just down-right kapoofy. :p Those words weren't meant to rhyme; don't force it. Making 'floor' sounds like 'flow' isn't cool. It's a disgrace to the English language. Tsk tsk tsk. Yes, you know who you are. *Gives you the evil eye.
Mota have new music up; studio versions. And if you've noticed, there is now a little crossbone and skull thing down in the left corner(That is, if you have the Wingdings font on your computer. If not, then it will just be a 'N', which is gay). That will take you to their purevolume account(Someone specially requested me to put up their link and seeing as I don't have a link page and that I am Mota-vated(HEHE)...), too. :]
My second trial exams have started, by the way. And my 'O' level Malay oral exam is on Wednesday.
And and and I'm sorry I'm evil. I don't mean to be; I was just born inside out. To a certain bushbaby: *tickle tickle.
Tuesday 12 September 2006
Feeling: Evil
Today, I woke up and both eyes were screaming with pain. And they were extremely sensitive to sunlight; I had to squint like crazy during breaktime when I was on my way to the canteen. And I found out about 20 minutes ago why this is so: my cornea is cut because it's dry because of my contact lenses. You know what that means, right?
I'M GOING TO DIEEEEEEEE.
Well, not yet, and not because of my eyes' current condition, but one day I will.
Anyway, back to my eyes.
Yeah.
That's about it.
Today, I woke up and both eyes were screaming with pain. And they were extremely sensitive to sunlight; I had to squint like crazy during breaktime when I was on my way to the canteen. And I found out about 20 minutes ago why this is so: my cornea is cut because it's dry because of my contact lenses. You know what that means, right?
I'M GOING TO DIEEEEEEEE.
Well, not yet, and not because of my eyes' current condition, but one day I will.
Anyway, back to my eyes.
Yeah.
That's about it.
Monday 11 September 2006
I've got tears running down the left side of my face because my left eye is in so much fucking pain, it cries. It's very strange. And it's a here-one-minute-gone-the-next kind of thing, so it's not only strange, but bloody annoying. I don't even know how to describe the pain; it's like no other. Reminds me of the days when basically everything revolved around physical pain; not inflicted on me by other people, but just because that's the way things were.
Recently, the computer I usually use(which I will hereafter call Righto) has been crashing because of insufficient memory, which I suppose has to do with all of my music and video files that I've illegally and legally downloaded. :D So, I started using the other computer(which I will hereafter call Lefto), and I discovered it has tons of free memory! That's when I got the brilliant idea to store all of my memory-corrupting files on Lefto, seeing as more people use Righto as it's connected to the printer(and don't ask my why I don't just connect the printer to Lefto 'cause I just don't want to go over this again) and it's cool 'cause when it shuts down it says "It's about time. Why don't you go outside or something? NERD(and that, my friend, is badass)." I'm doing this the stupid way though - putting the files from Righto on my pendrive, emptying my pendrive into Lefto, and repeating the process. Imagine me switching from Righto to Lefto and back again every 5 minutes; that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm nearly finished with all of the music files; I've got about 1,215 songs and 95 videos left to transfer. Hahaha. Oh, yeah. I'm nearly there.
I'm tired. Very tired. Squinty-eyed tired. I've been tired since 10AM. Come to think of it, that may be why my eye hurts. Hmm.
Recently, the computer I usually use(which I will hereafter call Righto) has been crashing because of insufficient memory, which I suppose has to do with all of my music and video files that I've illegally and legally downloaded. :D So, I started using the other computer(which I will hereafter call Lefto), and I discovered it has tons of free memory! That's when I got the brilliant idea to store all of my memory-corrupting files on Lefto, seeing as more people use Righto as it's connected to the printer(and don't ask my why I don't just connect the printer to Lefto 'cause I just don't want to go over this again) and it's cool 'cause when it shuts down it says "It's about time. Why don't you go outside or something? NERD(and that, my friend, is badass)." I'm doing this the stupid way though - putting the files from Righto on my pendrive, emptying my pendrive into Lefto, and repeating the process. Imagine me switching from Righto to Lefto and back again every 5 minutes; that's exactly what I'm doing. I'm nearly finished with all of the music files; I've got about 1,215 songs and 95 videos left to transfer. Hahaha. Oh, yeah. I'm nearly there.
I'm tired. Very tired. Squinty-eyed tired. I've been tired since 10AM. Come to think of it, that may be why my eye hurts. Hmm.
Sunday 10 September 2006
Friday 8 September 2006
Click's tagboard states:
mmp spokesperson: whoa wat a show by lyp d other nyt!! keep it up man!! mota came close..got 2nd..also a gud start 4 new recruited bands falling for summer n autumn freeze..not forgetting trisera n ctf,great show guys!! LYP & MOTA I wanna book u guys 4d next event..hehehehe booking ah na ku kiraHehe. Ahh, such a groupie am I.
lyp: LYP is up for it :D. and yes, playing with MOTA will be awesome. theyre the only band manage to get people to headbang hehehehe!!! and we need that!
Feeling: In love
Listening to: Boys and Girls by Kill Hannah
I'm not wearing any pants. Weeeee.
It's hot here; that's all.
For reasons I don't understand, I like this song. I think Kill Hannah are more bearable than Panic! At The Disco, from what I've heard. Panic! is just too wordy for me.
Boys and girls, they dance like it's the end of the world. Boys and girls, they dance, dance, dance.
I was walking around the back of my house 'cause I had to knock on my mother's bedroom window so I could get inside, and I remembered this time when I was more or less 8 years old. I'd just recently learnt how to make flower arrangements, and so, seeing as my house was/is practically and literally a flower nursery, I decided to make me my own flower arrangement. So, late at night, when I was alone, I went outside and stole one of those green foamy things that they make flower arrangements with, and then I went looking for pretty flowers to use. I made my arrangement and put it somewhere in my room, my (insane) grandmother found it, and she got really angry at me. Now that I think of it, I don't know why she got so mad. I guess it's 'cause she's crazy and 'cause I picked flowers from her plants. Anyway, I made her some cookies to show I was sorry, but my grandmother is scary and I was too scared to give them to her so I ended up eating them myself. :]
There was also a time when I was leaving to New Zealand, as I do. I was just about to leave to go to the airport when my mum told me to give my grandmother a hug. So, I put my arms out to hug her, and contrary to what I expected, she got angry and shouted at me. From then on, I decided I wouldn't give her anymore hugs. Hahaha.
And to run off topic, let me say that yes, he is an indubitable asshole; I strongly dislike him. In fact, I've always disliked him. I'm sorry you had to meet him. 104 days. ♥
Listening to: Boys and Girls by Kill Hannah
I'm not wearing any pants. Weeeee.
It's hot here; that's all.
For reasons I don't understand, I like this song. I think Kill Hannah are more bearable than Panic! At The Disco, from what I've heard. Panic! is just too wordy for me.
Boys and girls, they dance like it's the end of the world. Boys and girls, they dance, dance, dance.
I was walking around the back of my house 'cause I had to knock on my mother's bedroom window so I could get inside, and I remembered this time when I was more or less 8 years old. I'd just recently learnt how to make flower arrangements, and so, seeing as my house was/is practically and literally a flower nursery, I decided to make me my own flower arrangement. So, late at night, when I was alone, I went outside and stole one of those green foamy things that they make flower arrangements with, and then I went looking for pretty flowers to use. I made my arrangement and put it somewhere in my room, my (insane) grandmother found it, and she got really angry at me. Now that I think of it, I don't know why she got so mad. I guess it's 'cause she's crazy and 'cause I picked flowers from her plants. Anyway, I made her some cookies to show I was sorry, but my grandmother is scary and I was too scared to give them to her so I ended up eating them myself. :]
There was also a time when I was leaving to New Zealand, as I do. I was just about to leave to go to the airport when my mum told me to give my grandmother a hug. So, I put my arms out to hug her, and contrary to what I expected, she got angry and shouted at me. From then on, I decided I wouldn't give her anymore hugs. Hahaha.
And to run off topic, let me say that yes, he is an indubitable asshole; I strongly dislike him. In fact, I've always disliked him. I'm sorry you had to meet him. 104 days. ♥
Feeling: Excited
Listening to: Holy Diver by Killswitch Engage
I was supposed to put this up on Wednesday, but Blogger was having PMS and decided not to let me, so here you go; a late post:
I have to agree with click; Mota was fucking amazing last night(as the audience can obediently confirm)! ♥ They get to perform with Trisera, LYP and other bands that I've never heard of again tonight at the Holiday Lodge at 8PM. So, you're coming, yes? :]
I got my 'O' level timetable today. Those things are scary. Gives me reason to believe that this is actually happening; everything I worked so hard for for the past 2 years is going to be over and meaningless(not that I worked hard though, 'I' is the name of the example XD). Woohoo.
This is, however, the least of my worries as I have more stupid things to sort out, like tidying up my room so I can find the location of my IC before my Malay oral exam on the 20th of September.
I'm going to google for "Where is my IC?" 'cause I'm a moose and moose are allowed to do that.
This girl took a picture of herself everyday for 3 years. There was a guy who did it for 6 years, but the video's too long and it got boring after a while which is why I'm posting this up instead of that:
I just got the results of my IC google and wow, that was a waste of time. I seriously expected it to say "In the second drawer of your messy desk, under the pens in the little basket, where you left it, dumbass." but no, Google hates me.
Listening to: Holy Diver by Killswitch Engage
I was supposed to put this up on Wednesday, but Blogger was having PMS and decided not to let me, so here you go; a late post:
I have to agree with click; Mota was fucking amazing last night(as the audience can obediently confirm)! ♥ They get to perform with Trisera, LYP and other bands that I've never heard of again tonight at the Holiday Lodge at 8PM. So, you're coming, yes? :]
I got my 'O' level timetable today. Those things are scary. Gives me reason to believe that this is actually happening; everything I worked so hard for for the past 2 years is going to be over and meaningless(not that I worked hard though, 'I' is the name of the example XD). Woohoo.
This is, however, the least of my worries as I have more stupid things to sort out, like tidying up my room so I can find the location of my IC before my Malay oral exam on the 20th of September.
I'm going to google for "Where is my IC?" 'cause I'm a moose and moose are allowed to do that.
This girl took a picture of herself everyday for 3 years. There was a guy who did it for 6 years, but the video's too long and it got boring after a while which is why I'm posting this up instead of that:
I just got the results of my IC google and wow, that was a waste of time. I seriously expected it to say "In the second drawer of your messy desk, under the pens in the little basket, where you left it, dumbass." but no, Google hates me.
Monday 4 September 2006
Feeling: Sick
Listening to: Departure by Trivium
This song is awesome.
Listening to: Departure by Trivium
Survey #1 |
| FIVE YEARS AGO...2001 How old were you?: + 11. Hehehehehehehe. Where did you go to school?: + Same place I'm studying now, sadly. Where did you work?: + Alone in the darkness of my bedroom with my barbie dolls, cigarettes and imaginary friends. Hahaha. Nah, I'm kidding. I didn't have any imaginary friends. Even the non-existant didn't want to befriend me. Where did you live?: + Ah, same place I currently live at. Where did you hang out?: + As the third question suggests, in my bedroom, or at my friends' houses. How was your hair style?: + Hmm. Shoulder-length and more curly than it is now. Did you wear braces?: + No. Did you wear glasses?: + Yes. Rawr. Who was your best friend?: + Far. :p Who was your regular-person crush?: + Some guy I probably won't remember in 20 years. Who was your celebrity crush?: + Umm. Jacob Underwood. You don't know who he is. Good. How many tattoos did you have?: + Whoah. Uncountable. I had so many. Stick-on ones. 'Cause they're the coolest. How many piercings did you have?: + 2, like every other conformist girl. :] Hahaha. I said "Conformist." What car did you drive?: + Hmmmmmm. What was your favorite band/group?: + The Offspring and Papa Roach. That's all I'm saying 'cause the rest is just shameful. :p What was your worst fear? + My grandmother. Had you smoked a cigarette yet?: + Yeah. Had you driven yet?: + Yes. If you count steering while someone else's foot is on the accelerator as driving. Had you been arrested?: + Nay. Had you been to a real party yet?: + Real party. What is a real party? I am unfamiliar with this phrase. Had your heart broken?: + I was too naive to recognize a broken heart from a fixed one. Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter: + Single and bitter. I was a very bitter child, to tell you the truth. :] September 2006 How old are you?: + 16. Oh, my God, I know. I'm old. What grade are you in?: + Form five. You figure out the year equavalent yourself. Where do you go to school?: + Guess, please. I'm sick of repeating the answer to this question in other surveys. Where do you work?: + Santa's workshop with all the little elves making christmas presents for all the good boys and girls. Where do you live?: + North pole. With Santa. It's cool. Literally. Where do you hang out?: + At all my elf friends' houses, and my favourite - Santa's house! Hohoho. Do you have braces?: + No. Meow. Do you wear glasses?: + Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Who is your best friend?: + Still Far. Still talk to any of your old friends?: + Yeah. If you call them friends. :] Who is your celebrity crush?: + Hamish's a pretty big celebrity, you know. :p How many piercings do you have: + 3. Whoaaahhhhhh. Badass. How many tattoos?: + Quite a few. Thank you, Hamish. What kind of car do you have?: + The coolest one you'll ever see. My very own wheelbarrow! :D What is your favorite band/group?: + >=] Here we go. Atreyu, From Autumn To Ashes, Funeral For A Friend, Taking Back Sunday, Stutterfly, Dead Poetic, Senses Fail, Silverstein = bands that I absolutely love. There's more, of course, I just don't feel like telling you. What is your biggest fear: + Dying alone, or dying and no one knowing about it. Swimming in the deep part of the ocean. They're all scary. Have you been arrested since?: + No. :] I got to ride in a police car once though. Has your heart been broken?: + Over and over again. But mostly by the same person. Cunt. Single/Taken/Married/Divorced/Bitter: + I'm illegally married. Shhh. |
Survey #2 | +RED+ Closest red thing to you? - The blood dripping down my leg from the cut I accidentally gave myself. Last thing that make you angry? - The fact that I was lying on the floor, cold, with nothing but tears and angry music to console myself. I'm kidding, of course. :] Do you have a temper? - Yes. I'm sure it's around here somewhere. Are you a fan of romance? - I suppose, though I'm not very romantic myself, but I guess romance never did any harm, ey. + ORANGE + Closest orange thing to you? - A pen. It says 'TNT' on it, so I don't know if I should mess around with it or not; it might explode, then that wouldn't be good. Do you like to burn things? - ABSOLUTELY. And I've got witnesses. I like burning things, don't I, witnesses? Dress up for Halloween? - No. Hahah. I don't need to. I'm viciously terrifying. Are you usually a warm-hearted person? - Usually. Unless I choose to be a cold-hearted person, which is strange, but possible. Do you have anything against redheaded ppl? - Hahahahahaha. No. Redheaded people are cool. And by red, you mean orange? Yeah? Well, Simon's cool. Told you redheaded people are cool. Are you usually full of energy? - Ahhh, no. My energy's usually gone and used up by sleep or school. Usually. + YELLOW + Closest yellow thing to you? - The BASE science essay writing competition 2006 rules and regulations paper. My name's highlighted with a yellow textmarker under the list of 'recommended contestants', so I guess that means this piece of paper is mine. :D The happiest time[s] of your life? - When I was little and nothing except playing games mattered. Actually, I'm pretty happy now. What am I talking about? Favourite holiday? - I don't have a favourite. So, I'm going to pretend to be a stereotypical goth and say "Halloween." What makes you smile? - Seeing other people happy. And him. Mustn't forget him. Are you a coward? - Extremely. Even in my dreams; if my friend's in trouble, I'll run away and save myself instead of my friend. Which also counts for being selfish, too, I guess. Do you burn or tan? - I burn, which later turns into a tan. + GREEN + Closest green thing to you? - The grass in the background of a picture of my grandfather smoking his pipe. He looks so happy, it's strange realizing he's not here anymore. :/ Do you care about the enviroment? - You spelt environment wrong, just so you know. And because of that, I'm going to skip this question. Are you jealous of anyone right now? - Jealous? Can't say I am, but I'm sure deep down inside, I can think of someone I envy. Are you a lucky person? - I don't know. Do I look lucky? I wouldn't want my world to consist of me getting things because of luck alone though; that would suck. Do you always want what you can't have? - It always seems that way, doesn't it? That actually has something to do with human nature. It's like when a baby is playing with a ball, then stops and drops the ball to play with another toy. If you pick up that ball, the baby will want the ball back even though she wasn't playing with it. Do you like being outdoors? - Sometimes being outdoors is better than being indoors. Are you Irish? - No. Hahaha. + BLUE + Closest blue thing to you? - The veins under my skin carrying deoxygenated blood. Are you good at calming people down? - I'm good at making upset children go to sleep. Case study: David's 6 year old brother, Henry. Do you like the ocean? - It's pretty, I couldn't agree more. But I have a fear of swimming in it. Especially the deep parts. Scary shit. Are you a logical thinker? - I can be a logical thinker if you want me to be a logical thinker. Do you? Want me? To be a? Logical thinker? + PURPLE + Last purple thing you saw? - His penis. Hahaha. K, that time you knew I was lying. Like being treated to expensive things? - Sure. Like ice cream. Do you like mysterious things? - I like Mysterious Bob; they're mysterious. Ever met anyone in royalty? - Royalty shmoyalty. Are you creative? - Probably less creative than you, but creative nonetheless. + PINK + Closest pink thing to you? - My heart. Hahaha. I'm lying again; my heart isn't pink. Do you like sweet things? - Yes, and everybody knows it. Except you apparently. Are you sensitive? - At times the stupidest things get me upset, but other times, it takes a whole lot more to break me. Do you like punk music? - Yes. And there was a time when punk was all I'd listen to, but what does this have to do with the colour pink? + WHITE + Closest white thing to you? - This hard chair I'm sitting on. Would you say you're innocent? - Innocent of what crime? :] Always try to keep the peace? - Hehe, between countries? I have nothing to do with peace between countires. Who do you think I am? Martin Luther King? How do you imagine your wedding? - Weddingy. And beautiful. Do you like to play in the snow? - Snow is cold. But yeah, it's fun to play in. Are you afraid of going to the doctors or dentist? - Yes, because they're like the scariest things in the world. + BLACK + Closest black thing to you? - The ink on the 'A', 'S', 'D', 'F', 'Shift' and 'Enter' keys. Ever enjoy hurting people? - I wish I was that sadistic. Oh, wait. I am. :D Are you sophisticated or silly? - Ahahaha. Well, I'm not sophisticated. Would you like to go to space? - Yeah, man. Of course. Do you have a lot of secrets? - I used to have more, but recently I've let one that I really wish wasn't mine go. What are your favorite colors? - Red, black, green, and Hamish's eyes that look like chocolate. Does the color you wear affect your mood? - No. I wear what I want to wear, irrespective of my mood. |
This song is awesome.
Saturday 2 September 2006
Feeling: Wachaa
Listening to: Talking Of MichelAngelo by Bayside
This is sad. It's an online group thing where people who want to be anorexic ask anorexic people how it's done. For example:
They have quotes like "One day I will be thin enough. Just the bones, no disfiguring flesh. Just the pure, clean shape of me, bones. That is what we all are, what we're made up of and everything else is just storage, deposit, waste. Strip it away, use it up." and "Like a plant, surely the body can be trained to exist on nothing, to take it's nourishment from the air."
Whoah. I found a site that was previously exploited in TIME magazine for giving tips on how to lose weight quickly, and keep others from finding out, the eating disorder way. Click.
Did you know the lead singer of Silverchair had anorexia? And that Ana's Song is actually about the disorder itself? Yeah, well, I didn't, no matter how obvious the title. I'm not sure why I was searching Google for anorexic-related things, but it may be because I remembered I used to be underweight. And for some reason, I was proud. I was 5cm shorter than I am now, and I weighed 32kgs('Cause you know how height and weight are related). Then, I went to New Zealand for 2 months, and I guess puberty struck, because I gained 20kgs and became of ideal weight.
And why am I talking about weight and eating disorders? I have no fucking idea.
Listening to: Talking Of MichelAngelo by Bayside
This is sad. It's an online group thing where people who want to be anorexic ask anorexic people how it's done. For example:
They have quotes like "One day I will be thin enough. Just the bones, no disfiguring flesh. Just the pure, clean shape of me, bones. That is what we all are, what we're made up of and everything else is just storage, deposit, waste. Strip it away, use it up." and "Like a plant, surely the body can be trained to exist on nothing, to take it's nourishment from the air."
Whoah. I found a site that was previously exploited in TIME magazine for giving tips on how to lose weight quickly, and keep others from finding out, the eating disorder way. Click.
Did you know the lead singer of Silverchair had anorexia? And that Ana's Song is actually about the disorder itself? Yeah, well, I didn't, no matter how obvious the title. I'm not sure why I was searching Google for anorexic-related things, but it may be because I remembered I used to be underweight. And for some reason, I was proud. I was 5cm shorter than I am now, and I weighed 32kgs('Cause you know how height and weight are related). Then, I went to New Zealand for 2 months, and I guess puberty struck, because I gained 20kgs and became of ideal weight.
And why am I talking about weight and eating disorders? I have no fucking idea.
Feeling: Giggly
Listening to: A Devil In A Midnight Mass by Billy Talent
Hehehe. I don't know why, but whoever said this on Brubands' tagboard sure made me laugh.
Listening to: A Devil In A Midnight Mass by Billy Talent
Hehehe. I don't know why, but whoever said this on Brubands' tagboard sure made me laugh.
UNITED SESSIONS was the bomb yesterday but the dancing was OUT!!! We dont need dancers around....bunch of strippers....
Friday 1 September 2006
Feeling: Tired
Listening to: This Calling by All That Remains
ATTENTION! I have found yet another band randomly that are so awesome, they made me fall in love with them immediately - All That Remains. If you get to listen to the song I'm playing now, take note of the growling in the background of the vocals; it gives the song an effect that I simply adore. In other words, it's beautiful.
Now, on to less important things, like frogs 'cause the other day I was studying 'cause you know how I'm such a good student(HAHAHA), and I heard the sound a plastic bag makes when it's moving. I thought it was a lizard, so I ignored it, and when I finished what I was doing, I went to check the bag. I was looking for a lizard, but I found a big ass frog instead, sitting in a plastic bag outside my bedroom door. I don't know about you, but I thought finding a frog in my house was kind of weird. So anyway, I told my brother to rescue me and everything else that happened after that was a mixture of me screaming, texting Hamish and jumping on top of my bed which led to the eventual releasing of the frog into the wild that is the outdoors.
I'll put up my horrible results for the First Trial exams when I get all of them back, hokay. Then, on the 14th, my Second Trial exams start. I love exams. Especially since it's because of exams that I have to go to school 6 days of the 10-day holiday the MOE supposedly begifted me with. Motherfucker.
And I want a hair cut.
Listening to: This Calling by All That Remains
ATTENTION! I have found yet another band randomly that are so awesome, they made me fall in love with them immediately - All That Remains. If you get to listen to the song I'm playing now, take note of the growling in the background of the vocals; it gives the song an effect that I simply adore. In other words, it's beautiful.
Now, on to less important things, like frogs 'cause the other day I was studying 'cause you know how I'm such a good student(HAHAHA), and I heard the sound a plastic bag makes when it's moving. I thought it was a lizard, so I ignored it, and when I finished what I was doing, I went to check the bag. I was looking for a lizard, but I found a big ass frog instead, sitting in a plastic bag outside my bedroom door. I don't know about you, but I thought finding a frog in my house was kind of weird. So anyway, I told my brother to rescue me and everything else that happened after that was a mixture of me screaming, texting Hamish and jumping on top of my bed which led to the eventual releasing of the frog into the wild that is the outdoors.
I'll put up my horrible results for the First Trial exams when I get all of them back, hokay. Then, on the 14th, my Second Trial exams start. I love exams. Especially since it's because of exams that I have to go to school 6 days of the 10-day holiday the MOE supposedly begifted me with. Motherfucker.
And I want a hair cut.
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