Feeling: Confused
Listening to: Pretty Plays For Baby by Saosin
Something very bad happened, if it really did happen, and now there are people in hospital and it's because of me, they say.
All I could do was close my eyes, and cross my heart, and hope to die cause you don't fucking listen when I'm around.
Saturday, 4 February 2006
Feeling: Shtoopid
Listening to: I've Been Dying To Reach You by Saosin
You're so dumb. I hate you. Hahaha. Why? Because it's all my fault, so I guess it's me who's the dumb one. I've gotten myself into so much trouble, and nobody knows just how bad it really is. I need to undo all of this. Fast. Like... now.
I don't know if you've realized, but if you read words off here for a while, then switch to another-coloured page, it kind of makes you blink to focus. Hahaha. Cool.
Everytime me and Hakiim have a nice conversation, right at the peak of it, we get seperated by the forces of internet connections and MSN and our chats are left unfinished and incomplete. And so, I say "boooooooo".
Oh, right. My sister turned 20 yesterday. And they had a party, and everyone got drunk. I left before anything serious happened though, cause I didn't want to get more drunk than I already was, which wasn't very. Haha. We played stupid drinking games. :) And then I finally got an ice cream. Weeeee.
And just in case you wanted to know, Sector, who cleaned up my puke that night I got drunk, he informed me that my puke was very unique(and he'd seen a lot of puke in his lifetime) because it was green, and it had the texture of porridge. And it looked radioactive. Hahaha. Oh yes, and he said it smelt disgusting. :) And you see, I don't remember this. I don't remember where I puked, or what it looked like. I have a vague memory of it being bumpy when I think I tried wiping it off my shirt, but that's old news, so I'll end this.
I can't help but feel wrong and wronged at the same time.
Listening to: I've Been Dying To Reach You by Saosin
You're so dumb. I hate you. Hahaha. Why? Because it's all my fault, so I guess it's me who's the dumb one. I've gotten myself into so much trouble, and nobody knows just how bad it really is. I need to undo all of this. Fast. Like... now.
I don't know if you've realized, but if you read words off here for a while, then switch to another-coloured page, it kind of makes you blink to focus. Hahaha. Cool.
Everytime me and Hakiim have a nice conversation, right at the peak of it, we get seperated by the forces of internet connections and MSN and our chats are left unfinished and incomplete. And so, I say "boooooooo".
Oh, right. My sister turned 20 yesterday. And they had a party, and everyone got drunk. I left before anything serious happened though, cause I didn't want to get more drunk than I already was, which wasn't very. Haha. We played stupid drinking games. :) And then I finally got an ice cream. Weeeee.
And just in case you wanted to know, Sector, who cleaned up my puke that night I got drunk, he informed me that my puke was very unique(and he'd seen a lot of puke in his lifetime) because it was green, and it had the texture of porridge. And it looked radioactive. Hahaha. Oh yes, and he said it smelt disgusting. :) And you see, I don't remember this. I don't remember where I puked, or what it looked like. I have a vague memory of it being bumpy when I think I tried wiping it off my shirt, but that's old news, so I'll end this.
I can't help but feel wrong and wronged at the same time.
Thursday, 2 February 2006
Feeling: Gone
Listening to: I've Been Dying To Reach You by Saosin
My brother punched me in the face yesterday(actually, the day before yesterday). It's not as bad as it sounds; it was actually funny. Hahaha. We were being stupid, well, I was being stupid, and I was throwing punches at him, but not exactly punching him then he just throws one punch and hits me in the mouth. Then I bleed, fall to the floor, say "You killed me" and then I start laughing, like I always do when someone makes me bleed. Like the times Far hit me in the mouth and gave me a mouthful of blood, and my brother cut my hand because he was running around with scissors; both of these situations got me laughing in the end. I'm not weird, I'm eccentric. And blood makes me act strangely.
Anyway, now my lip feels funny. Probably because he made some skin come off so this is the lip-scab's evil doing. And just so you know, I don't think going to sleep at early hours of the morning is good for me, but like many things we know is bad for us, I continue to do it. An example for this is Pop Mie; we know it's bad for us, but who can resist the yummy goodness of MSG?
Listening to: I've Been Dying To Reach You by Saosin
My brother punched me in the face yesterday(actually, the day before yesterday). It's not as bad as it sounds; it was actually funny. Hahaha. We were being stupid, well, I was being stupid, and I was throwing punches at him, but not exactly punching him then he just throws one punch and hits me in the mouth. Then I bleed, fall to the floor, say "You killed me" and then I start laughing, like I always do when someone makes me bleed. Like the times Far hit me in the mouth and gave me a mouthful of blood, and my brother cut my hand because he was running around with scissors; both of these situations got me laughing in the end. I'm not weird, I'm eccentric. And blood makes me act strangely.
Anyway, now my lip feels funny. Probably because he made some skin come off so this is the lip-scab's evil doing. And just so you know, I don't think going to sleep at early hours of the morning is good for me, but like many things we know is bad for us, I continue to do it. An example for this is Pop Mie; we know it's bad for us, but who can resist the yummy goodness of MSG?
Wednesday, 1 February 2006
Feeling: Old
Listening to: I'm So Sick by Flyleaf
That's a great song. Download it.
MSN sucks. It's evil. It seems all forms of communication want to kill me. And they might be winning. Ahhhh.
I'm so tired. And I feel old because I keep leaning forward, closer to the screen for what, I don't know, and I do this obliviously, so when I finally do realize what I'm doing, I go back to sitting normally, but not before I feel the pain my back and neck is making me suffer.
Kimball's got this stupid wobbly panda emoticon on MSN and everytime he uses it, it just makes me laugh. Hahaha. Chat with me and I'll show it to you.
Today I love Far, Zyy, and Hakiim. Tomorrow I love you.
Can I just say: My God, we are falling apart. And do you see it? It's as if you don't see it, or you don't want to see it, so you tell yourself it's not happening but it's clear and everyone around you knows it. Everything's not okay. I'm sorry if it looks like I'm running away from something you think can be fixed. Maybe I am. I used to think it was something fixable, but now it looks like this is one of those times where giving up is all you can do to move on. But I could be wrong. And this brings up Finch's Ender solely for this line: I'm torn apart by words you have said and all in all, I know we're falling apart.
I'm effing hungry. Grumble, grumble.
Listening to: I'm So Sick by Flyleaf
That's a great song. Download it.
MSN sucks. It's evil. It seems all forms of communication want to kill me. And they might be winning. Ahhhh.
I'm so tired. And I feel old because I keep leaning forward, closer to the screen for what, I don't know, and I do this obliviously, so when I finally do realize what I'm doing, I go back to sitting normally, but not before I feel the pain my back and neck is making me suffer.
Kimball's got this stupid wobbly panda emoticon on MSN and everytime he uses it, it just makes me laugh. Hahaha. Chat with me and I'll show it to you.
Today I love Far, Zyy, and Hakiim. Tomorrow I love you.
Can I just say: My God, we are falling apart. And do you see it? It's as if you don't see it, or you don't want to see it, so you tell yourself it's not happening but it's clear and everyone around you knows it. Everything's not okay. I'm sorry if it looks like I'm running away from something you think can be fixed. Maybe I am. I used to think it was something fixable, but now it looks like this is one of those times where giving up is all you can do to move on. But I could be wrong. And this brings up Finch's Ender solely for this line: I'm torn apart by words you have said and all in all, I know we're falling apart.
I'm effing hungry. Grumble, grumble.
Tuesday, 31 January 2006
I have no life. Hahaha.
Survey #1 |
| 1.your name: - Hehe. Nice try, I'm not giving my name to a machine. 2.song currently playin? - Baby, You Wouldn't Last A Minute On The Creek by Chiodos 3.what time did you sleep last night? - I didn't. :) I slept in the AM and AM is morning, Hakim. 4.did u sleep well last night? - I never do. I have bad dreams. 5.are you afraid of the dark? - Not anymore, thank God. 6.what is your favourite colour? - Red. Green's good too. 7.do you have a secret? - Yeah. Hehe. 8.do you like to be alone? - Yeah, sometimes. I think everyone likes to be alone sometimes. 9.what book are you currently reading? - Violin by Anne Rice. Thank you, Jas. 10.favourite subject? - English. :D 11.black or white? - Black. 12.are you prejudice? - I hope not. 13.do u have crush? - Yeah, on French accents. Grr. 14.new zealand or australia? - NZ, baby. :) 15.chocolate or vanilla? - Chocolate. 16.your favourite quote? - Everything has beauty but not everone sees it. 17.fish,chicken or beef? - Well, I like cows. Hahaha. 18.won any award? - If you want to call it an award, yea. 19.do you have any pets? - Yup. I love my pet rock. 20.how many siblings do you have? - 2, excluding step + half siblings. 21.name a song that you like.. - Alive Out of Habit by From Autumn To Ashes. 22.best year? - Whenever it was that Hitler shot himself, just cause I can't think of anything else. 23.favourite shopping place? - Meow. 24.lead someone or follow that someone? - Follow. Hahaha. 25.are you alone right now? - Yes. Spooky. 26.sms or call? - Call. But I never call, haha, so SMS. 27.hate someone right now.. - No. 28.how's this year so far? - Interesting. 29.are you good in maths? - I guess, not in Add Maths though. 30.what's your favourite memory? - The one where I was happy. 31.have you taken your bath? - Taken it where? Hahahahaha. 32.what do usually have for breakfast? - Candy. 33.do you have a phone? - I wouldn't call it a phone. It's just a pho. It doesn't deserve the ne. 34.are you good at cooking? - Not at cooking pancakes. 35.favourite singer/band? - Don't make me choose. 36.what's in your room? - A bed. Posters. Knives. Dead bodies. Bottles where I keep their blood. 37.hate school assembly? - Only because we usually sit on the ground or stand up without moving for ages. 38.have you ever had a surgery before? - No. 39.your dream car? - I don't dream of cars. 40.in what year were you born? - 1921. I'm 85, right. 41.are you afraid of heights? - Only if it's an open area with nothing to grab onto. 42.are you afraid of dying? - No. 43.what are you afraid of? - Hurting. 44.what's your favourite sport? - Volleyball. 45.beach or forest? - Does the forest have a little pond or something? :) Forest, then. 46.do u hv an asset? - Hehe. Sure. 47.what do you want to be when you grow up? - Alive. 48.what class are you this year? - Form 5B. 49.have you been a monitor,prefect,or assistant monitor before? - Actually, no. HAHA. I wonder why. 50.rate this survey from 1-10. - 10. Now give me candy. |
Feeling: Lost
Listening to: Hello by Insite
I remembered what I wanted to say in the last post, when I was in the shower this morning. Haha. I was gonna say how I think it's best to expect the worst from things. That way, if things really are bad, you won't be disappointed because that's what you were expecting, and if they didn't quite reach the bottom, you'll be even happy. :) That's my theory anyway.
They need me to look up at the strangest smiles and find some way to receive with grace the most awkward sympathies. - The most beautiful line so far in Anne Rice's Violin. HEE.
Man, I'm bored. Come play with me. We can talk about what could have been and cry on each other's shoulder.
Listening to: Hello by Insite
I remembered what I wanted to say in the last post, when I was in the shower this morning. Haha. I was gonna say how I think it's best to expect the worst from things. That way, if things really are bad, you won't be disappointed because that's what you were expecting, and if they didn't quite reach the bottom, you'll be even happy. :) That's my theory anyway.
They need me to look up at the strangest smiles and find some way to receive with grace the most awkward sympathies. - The most beautiful line so far in Anne Rice's Violin. HEE.
Man, I'm bored. Come play with me. We can talk about what could have been and cry on each other's shoulder.
Monday, 30 January 2006
It's funny how unsatisfied people are. When people make our decisions for us, we get upset because it's not what we want and we have "no freedom", but when the time comes for us to make our own choices in life, we're too scared to make them for fear of making the wrong decision and ruining your life forever. Or maybe that's just me. :) But I'm not complaining.
I was out visiting houses for 6 hours today, and I'm real tired. 6 hours, 5 houses, 3 meals and $22 probably isn't much compared to what you've done though, so I'll shut up. Hahaha.
WALENASFD. I forgot what I was gonna say.
It's 11:11. Everytime I catch the clock at that time, I think of SoCo's Konstantine. Oh ya, happy CNY.
I was out visiting houses for 6 hours today, and I'm real tired. 6 hours, 5 houses, 3 meals and $22 probably isn't much compared to what you've done though, so I'll shut up. Hahaha.
WALENASFD. I forgot what I was gonna say.
It's 11:11. Everytime I catch the clock at that time, I think of SoCo's Konstantine. Oh ya, happy CNY.
Saturday, 28 January 2006
Feeling: Bummed
Listening to: Failure By Designer Jeans by From First To Last
Okay, here's the scene. Me in the clothes I wore for dinner just now, playing Punkorama 10 over and over on Windows Media Player cause I think I killed my beautiful Winamp with a virus as it hasn't been able to open since mid-last year. I'm staring at the computer screen, and every now and then I get out of my seat to do a cartwheel and run around the house, looking for something to do, but no matter how many times I run around, there's nothing to do. Oh yes, and the best part of now is that I'm alone. Everyone is asleep. And I wanted to sleep at my cousin's house that's just down the street cause he's not home and I want to stay in a house all by myself and cause he's got a BIGGGG TV, but I wasn't allowed to cause there's some kind of brunch tomorrow that I just have to attend. Meow. Actually, I could just walk over there right now, but I don't think I'm going to.
You do know that I'm only typing this so that I can say I'm doing something. This has nothing to do with me wanting you to know that I'm a lost cause with people who say they're there but never seem to be.
So, let me tell you about this Punkorama 10 CD. I bought it when I was in NZ, it came with a DVD and the little sticker on it's cover said it was dirt cheap and you know, I'm a sucker for stickers. It's an Epitaph production with 26 tracks on the CD and 21 videos on the DVD, so I guessed it was alright. The only reason why it wasn't alright was cause the hip hop songs annoyed me, there's one that was so blasphemous it disgusted me. Haha. You just don't mess with God, that's not good. I just found out that a lot of people don't like this CD. Hehehe. I'm so coooool.
And I bet you've got every word I said memorized in your head, and you'll use every one of them against me.
I like the Matches' Shoot Me In The Smile. Something about it's just gorgeous.
I'm tired. Now I believe that line in that song - stay up all night just to say you are tired. :)
Listening to: Failure By Designer Jeans by From First To Last
Okay, here's the scene. Me in the clothes I wore for dinner just now, playing Punkorama 10 over and over on Windows Media Player cause I think I killed my beautiful Winamp with a virus as it hasn't been able to open since mid-last year. I'm staring at the computer screen, and every now and then I get out of my seat to do a cartwheel and run around the house, looking for something to do, but no matter how many times I run around, there's nothing to do. Oh yes, and the best part of now is that I'm alone. Everyone is asleep. And I wanted to sleep at my cousin's house that's just down the street cause he's not home and I want to stay in a house all by myself and cause he's got a BIGGGG TV, but I wasn't allowed to cause there's some kind of brunch tomorrow that I just have to attend. Meow. Actually, I could just walk over there right now, but I don't think I'm going to.
You do know that I'm only typing this so that I can say I'm doing something. This has nothing to do with me wanting you to know that I'm a lost cause with people who say they're there but never seem to be.
So, let me tell you about this Punkorama 10 CD. I bought it when I was in NZ, it came with a DVD and the little sticker on it's cover said it was dirt cheap and you know, I'm a sucker for stickers. It's an Epitaph production with 26 tracks on the CD and 21 videos on the DVD, so I guessed it was alright. The only reason why it wasn't alright was cause the hip hop songs annoyed me, there's one that was so blasphemous it disgusted me. Haha. You just don't mess with God, that's not good. I just found out that a lot of people don't like this CD. Hehehe. I'm so coooool.
And I bet you've got every word I said memorized in your head, and you'll use every one of them against me.
I like the Matches' Shoot Me In The Smile. Something about it's just gorgeous.
I'm tired. Now I believe that line in that song - stay up all night just to say you are tired. :)
Feeling: Bottomless
Listening to: Note To Self by From First To Last
Today I learnt that if you've got toothpaste on your fingers you shouldn't rub your eyes. It's a feeling like no other. And this is like the 4th time it's happened. And you must think I'm dumb cause I think I am. Heeee. I once asked my stepbrother if he'd ever gotten toothpaste in his eye, and he was like "No. I put toothpaste on my brush, not in my eye." Hahaha.
Thursday, Far and I hung out with Joshua and Muizz, strange as it is. They're real funny. :P Our crazy conversations somehow progressed into us looking through the dictionary and using stupid words as insults. Like "You're a donut. Soft all around with a hole in the middle." Hahaha. And it was more of a you-have-to-be-there-to-see-why-it's-funny moment other than anything else, but hell, it was funny. Josh also called Far a gerbil. A small jumping desert rodent. Hahaha. They're so funny when they have nothing to do. Moments like those are priceless and inseperable.
I learnt some cool words from that too, so it wasn't exactly unproductive.
Tomorrow will be the 29th. CNY day and also Prince's day of birth. Haha. I don't know what I'm going to do. I always want things to be special, but they never are.
I think my definition of 'Airholes' at Urbandictionary.com got rejected, cause it's not up yet while my definition of 'Brunei' is. :D They're (Airholes) supposed to have their single released on air this week, I wonder if that's happened.
Now that I'm so close to finishing high school, I'm not sure what I want to do next. I don't know if I want to study journalism. I don't know if I want to become a pilot. I don't know if I want to study in Brunei, or NZ, or anywhere else. I don't know what I want to do. :) Hopeless.
And recently I realized that I dream too much. I confuse what I wish is real with actual reality. And I'm too optimistic. I always find myself saying "It's going to be okay", even when it's not.
I don't have school until the 4th of February. And hey you, I'm sure I'm in trouble.
Shoot me in the smile.
Listening to: Note To Self by From First To Last
Today I learnt that if you've got toothpaste on your fingers you shouldn't rub your eyes. It's a feeling like no other. And this is like the 4th time it's happened. And you must think I'm dumb cause I think I am. Heeee. I once asked my stepbrother if he'd ever gotten toothpaste in his eye, and he was like "No. I put toothpaste on my brush, not in my eye." Hahaha.
Thursday, Far and I hung out with Joshua and Muizz, strange as it is. They're real funny. :P Our crazy conversations somehow progressed into us looking through the dictionary and using stupid words as insults. Like "You're a donut. Soft all around with a hole in the middle." Hahaha. And it was more of a you-have-to-be-there-to-see-why-it's-funny moment other than anything else, but hell, it was funny. Josh also called Far a gerbil. A small jumping desert rodent. Hahaha. They're so funny when they have nothing to do. Moments like those are priceless and inseperable.
I learnt some cool words from that too, so it wasn't exactly unproductive.
- Splendiferous = Having beauty and splendor.
- Insalubrious = Unhealthy.
- Inquietude = Uneasiness.
Tomorrow will be the 29th. CNY day and also Prince's day of birth. Haha. I don't know what I'm going to do. I always want things to be special, but they never are.
I think my definition of 'Airholes' at Urbandictionary.com got rejected, cause it's not up yet while my definition of 'Brunei' is. :D They're (Airholes) supposed to have their single released on air this week, I wonder if that's happened.
Now that I'm so close to finishing high school, I'm not sure what I want to do next. I don't know if I want to study journalism. I don't know if I want to become a pilot. I don't know if I want to study in Brunei, or NZ, or anywhere else. I don't know what I want to do. :) Hopeless.
And recently I realized that I dream too much. I confuse what I wish is real with actual reality. And I'm too optimistic. I always find myself saying "It's going to be okay", even when it's not.
I don't have school until the 4th of February. And hey you, I'm sure I'm in trouble.
Shoot me in the smile.
Sunday, 22 January 2006
Listening to: Pretty Boy Fury by The Fury
In Biology class on Wednesday, we cut up some eyeballs. I didn't actually do it 'cause it was kind of gross as it still had the skin around the eye, i.e. the eyelash area. I joined a table with Muizz, Josh, Wun Hock, Far and Aaron cause they had two eyeballs. They're so funny to watch. Hehe. Especially when they're trying to get eyeballs out of the surrounding fats and skin. In the end, our group was the last to finish the experiment, and we had to cut off the iris part and squeeze out the juicy stuff that I forgot the name of. Gross, ya? Anyway, Aaron and Josh cut up one eyeball, and Muizz and Wun Hock did the other, while me and Far just watched. On-looker got in the way of Aaron's flying eye juice, and THAT was funny. :D
That was the only nice thing about the week I guess. Every thing else was so bloody not good, and I won't mention anything else about it.
Last night there was a sort of party thing at the back of my house where my Aunty's workers stay, and only last night did I realize that there are a whole lot of homosexuals/guys-that-want-to-be-girls,-but-not-quite-transexuals where I live. :) Heee.
Oh well.
In Biology class on Wednesday, we cut up some eyeballs. I didn't actually do it 'cause it was kind of gross as it still had the skin around the eye, i.e. the eyelash area. I joined a table with Muizz, Josh, Wun Hock, Far and Aaron cause they had two eyeballs. They're so funny to watch. Hehe. Especially when they're trying to get eyeballs out of the surrounding fats and skin. In the end, our group was the last to finish the experiment, and we had to cut off the iris part and squeeze out the juicy stuff that I forgot the name of. Gross, ya? Anyway, Aaron and Josh cut up one eyeball, and Muizz and Wun Hock did the other, while me and Far just watched. On-looker got in the way of Aaron's flying eye juice, and THAT was funny. :D
That was the only nice thing about the week I guess. Every thing else was so bloody not good, and I won't mention anything else about it.
Last night there was a sort of party thing at the back of my house where my Aunty's workers stay, and only last night did I realize that there are a whole lot of homosexuals/guys-that-want-to-be-girls,-but-not-quite-transexuals where I live. :) Heee.
Oh well.
Thursday, 19 January 2006
I was supposed to post these ages ago, but I forgot about them. :)
Rarotonga's an island, right, so there's like, beach everywhere. So, on every beach that I went to over there, I made a star in the sand. An old man even came up to me on one of these beaches and said it was a good star. Hehe. This is the biggest and the last star I made. :) It was four feet wide, I think, I'm not good at estimating though. Heee. Sand stars are cool. And that's my finger at the edge of the picture.
Still in Raro, with my brother on the left and half brother on the right.
The cute guy that picked me to dance on stage at the show. Yes, my smile says it all. Hahaha.
Jordan, my 6-year-old half brother who's a little too girly. He's so cute cause I was walking him home from the beach one day, and he said "I hate that water. Somebody put salt in it." Hahaha. Cute. And another one of his quotes is: "No wonder there are no big waves today, somebody took all the water out." So. Damn. Cutee.
Far on the left and Zaidah on the right, sitting in our seats, bored to death, before the Peterpan concert started.
And there are lots more pictures of my December holidays but I can't be fucked to scan them.
Rarotonga's an island, right, so there's like, beach everywhere. So, on every beach that I went to over there, I made a star in the sand. An old man even came up to me on one of these beaches and said it was a good star. Hehe. This is the biggest and the last star I made. :) It was four feet wide, I think, I'm not good at estimating though. Heee. Sand stars are cool. And that's my finger at the edge of the picture.
Still in Raro, with my brother on the left and half brother on the right.
The cute guy that picked me to dance on stage at the show. Yes, my smile says it all. Hahaha.
Jordan, my 6-year-old half brother who's a little too girly. He's so cute cause I was walking him home from the beach one day, and he said "I hate that water. Somebody put salt in it." Hahaha. Cute. And another one of his quotes is: "No wonder there are no big waves today, somebody took all the water out." So. Damn. Cutee.
Far on the left and Zaidah on the right, sitting in our seats, bored to death, before the Peterpan concert started.
And there are lots more pictures of my December holidays but I can't be fucked to scan them.
Wednesday, 18 January 2006
Feeling: Stupid
Listening to: Your Revolution Is A Joke by Funeral For A Friend
2 hours ago, I was gonna post this:
I don't like what you've become, but maybe it's what I've become that doesn't like what you always were. I don't know which one of us has changed, but one of us has. Maybe even both of us. But sure as hell, something has definately changed, and I don't like it. In usual cases, I would have given up way before now, but this time I decided to hold on, but it doesn't seem to be working. Sometimes all you can do is give up.
But now, that's far too inappropriate. This is better, for a time like now:
You want to believe that I left you just so you can say I'm evil and it's all my fault. You're right; I am and it is, but I didn't leave you. I don't know what to say, the silent drive home was bad enough, now I know you're thinking too much and eating too little and probably going to do something I wouldn't like, but who am I to judge you and tell you what's right and what's not? Emotions are delicate, I'm horrible with them, and don't ever get me emotional when I'm even the slightest bit drunk.
I wrote this 2 days ago, before I went to bed. I'm not sure about the last 3 lines though; those are temporary.
You Kill Me
I hang on to every word you say,
No matter how empty it really is.
And everything you speak of stings so much,
I wish I could cry,
but I don't want to show you the weakest side of me.
Your demons hold me close,
If only I could pull myself away.
Maybe it would be different then,
But times have changed
and it takes more than I can give to save myself.
So I let you take me in,
Praying I would just fall unconcious
So I can wake up to your pretty face that I love so much.
Just the shadows in your eyes,
Like the sparkle in your bullet,
Can make me crumble to my knees.
You shine brighter than anyone,
And you still find time to darken my days.
How do you do it?
Your kisses send me spiralling, begging for more.
Even though I know it's more wrong than anything I could ever do.
So I pretend I'm oblivious to your presence
Just so, when it's over, I can tell myself it wasn't my fault.
But it doesn't work
And in the end, it's clear:
I'm killing myself more than you are.
And I hate myself for this,
But I hate you more.
Because you know me better than anyone;
Because you know exactly how to break me.
And because you're so good at it.
I figured out that if I have catnaps, I can be much more attentive and happy. Catnaps are short naps that amazingly fill you up with more energy than a real sleep - still not sure if it's lost faster or not, cause I usually fall asleep on the couch after school when I catnap. Anyway, what I mean to say is: when I sleep at 3AM and wake up at 6:30AM, I'm more hyper.
I feel stupid, and really, it's my fault, and I'm sorry. (I abuse the word sorry; I've used it so much that I'm not sure if it has any meaning anymore, but trust me, sorry is all I feel right now, plus stupid.)
Listening to: Your Revolution Is A Joke by Funeral For A Friend
2 hours ago, I was gonna post this:
I don't like what you've become, but maybe it's what I've become that doesn't like what you always were. I don't know which one of us has changed, but one of us has. Maybe even both of us. But sure as hell, something has definately changed, and I don't like it. In usual cases, I would have given up way before now, but this time I decided to hold on, but it doesn't seem to be working. Sometimes all you can do is give up.
But now, that's far too inappropriate. This is better, for a time like now:
You want to believe that I left you just so you can say I'm evil and it's all my fault. You're right; I am and it is, but I didn't leave you. I don't know what to say, the silent drive home was bad enough, now I know you're thinking too much and eating too little and probably going to do something I wouldn't like, but who am I to judge you and tell you what's right and what's not? Emotions are delicate, I'm horrible with them, and don't ever get me emotional when I'm even the slightest bit drunk.
I wrote this 2 days ago, before I went to bed. I'm not sure about the last 3 lines though; those are temporary.
I hang on to every word you say,
No matter how empty it really is.
And everything you speak of stings so much,
I wish I could cry,
but I don't want to show you the weakest side of me.
Your demons hold me close,
If only I could pull myself away.
Maybe it would be different then,
But times have changed
and it takes more than I can give to save myself.
So I let you take me in,
Praying I would just fall unconcious
So I can wake up to your pretty face that I love so much.
Just the shadows in your eyes,
Like the sparkle in your bullet,
Can make me crumble to my knees.
You shine brighter than anyone,
And you still find time to darken my days.
How do you do it?
Your kisses send me spiralling, begging for more.
Even though I know it's more wrong than anything I could ever do.
So I pretend I'm oblivious to your presence
Just so, when it's over, I can tell myself it wasn't my fault.
But it doesn't work
And in the end, it's clear:
I'm killing myself more than you are.
And I hate myself for this,
But I hate you more.
Because you know me better than anyone;
Because you know exactly how to break me.
And because you're so good at it.
I figured out that if I have catnaps, I can be much more attentive and happy. Catnaps are short naps that amazingly fill you up with more energy than a real sleep - still not sure if it's lost faster or not, cause I usually fall asleep on the couch after school when I catnap. Anyway, what I mean to say is: when I sleep at 3AM and wake up at 6:30AM, I'm more hyper.
I feel stupid, and really, it's my fault, and I'm sorry. (I abuse the word sorry; I've used it so much that I'm not sure if it has any meaning anymore, but trust me, sorry is all I feel right now, plus stupid.)
Saturday, 14 January 2006
Feeling: Broken
Listening to: Fat Guy Wrote A Song About A Girl by Airholes
Frankly
They broke down my wings,
Plastered on me a smile,
I didn't care, I didn't care.
They tore through my heart,
Stole what happiness was there,
Still, I didn't care. I didn't care.
They cut off my strings,
Down I tumbled with such vile,
Beyond repair, beyond repair.
They pulled me apart,
Filled my mouth with false prayer,
Yet, I didn't care. I didn't care.
Alone they made me crumble,
In my own blood I was drowned,
And they'd stare, and they'd stare.
They killed my untamed soul,
Inside I was fatuous shred,
And I didn't care. I didn't care.
Forever I would stumble,
Free of chains, but still bound.
As they snare, as they snare.
Life finally took a stroll,
Now, I am truly dead.
And frankly, I just don't care.
I wrote that two days ago, it's a sort of poem that could be a song if you really wanted it to be, and it was nice at the time, but now it just seems out of place. Hehe.
I'm hungry. So very hungry.
People are calling me fat. Hahaha. What is this? America's Next Top Model?
I'm deathly bored. It's 4 in the morning, what do I expect to find to do? I don't really know. So I've been surfing around and clicking and clicking and listening and reading, and if you haven't noticed already, I'm listening to the Airholes. HEEEE. That reminds me. Have you ever been to UrbanDictionary.com? It's an online dictionary for slangs and phrases, urban stuff, I guess. It's got definitions of bands as well, and you know, I was really bored, like I am now, and I sent in the definition of 'Airholes'. Haha. It's in the process of either being accepted or rejected. If it's accepted, it'll be on the web for other losers who need to know who/what the Airholes are, and if it's rejected, then, I don't know, I guess other losers won't know the band by UD.com. :)
My mum is going to Hong Kong at 10AM today. And that's more of a personal reminder than something to tell you. So, lets move on.
I took an IQ test just now. I've got an IQ of 125. Haha. I don't know what that means. :(
I want to go to the movies. Come with me.
29137 - we are dying, killing ourselves.
Listening to: Fat Guy Wrote A Song About A Girl by Airholes
They broke down my wings,
Plastered on me a smile,
I didn't care, I didn't care.
They tore through my heart,
Stole what happiness was there,
Still, I didn't care. I didn't care.
They cut off my strings,
Down I tumbled with such vile,
Beyond repair, beyond repair.
They pulled me apart,
Filled my mouth with false prayer,
Yet, I didn't care. I didn't care.
Alone they made me crumble,
In my own blood I was drowned,
And they'd stare, and they'd stare.
They killed my untamed soul,
Inside I was fatuous shred,
And I didn't care. I didn't care.
Forever I would stumble,
Free of chains, but still bound.
As they snare, as they snare.
Life finally took a stroll,
Now, I am truly dead.
And frankly, I just don't care.
I wrote that two days ago, it's a sort of poem that could be a song if you really wanted it to be, and it was nice at the time, but now it just seems out of place. Hehe.
I'm hungry. So very hungry.
People are calling me fat. Hahaha. What is this? America's Next Top Model?
I'm deathly bored. It's 4 in the morning, what do I expect to find to do? I don't really know. So I've been surfing around and clicking and clicking and listening and reading, and if you haven't noticed already, I'm listening to the Airholes. HEEEE. That reminds me. Have you ever been to UrbanDictionary.com? It's an online dictionary for slangs and phrases, urban stuff, I guess. It's got definitions of bands as well, and you know, I was really bored, like I am now, and I sent in the definition of 'Airholes'. Haha. It's in the process of either being accepted or rejected. If it's accepted, it'll be on the web for other losers who need to know who/what the Airholes are, and if it's rejected, then, I don't know, I guess other losers won't know the band by UD.com. :)
My mum is going to Hong Kong at 10AM today. And that's more of a personal reminder than something to tell you. So, lets move on.
I took an IQ test just now. I've got an IQ of 125. Haha. I don't know what that means. :(
I want to go to the movies. Come with me.
29137 - we are dying, killing ourselves.
Thursday, 12 January 2006
Tuesday, 10 January 2006
Monday, 9 January 2006
Listening to: Freak by Silverchair
Yeah, yeah. I haven't been updating much because, seriously, I just can't be fucked. But nevermind, I'm here now!
I went to the Peterpan concert on Saturday, and wow, it was great. They managed to get everyone moving and screaming and singing along, and I haven't seen that happen many times in Brunei. I mean, even I was having fun, and Ariel was a darling. :) The only bad thing about it was the opening acts were NOT opening acts, they had their own concert, and it got to the point where me and Zaidah were boo-ing them and chanting "Peterpan" over and over again. Ok, that wasn't the only bad thing, also, the pictures I took were from too much a distance and they'll probably come out fuzzy or something. Oh, yeah, and I met Zaidah for the first time there, I didn't plan to, but it happened and I'm glad it did cause she made it extra fun, I brought Far with me to the concert, cause my sister surprised me by buying me tickets, and Zai saw me at the entrance, and we ended up sitting with her. Had a great time.
All in all, live music is the best. And buy Peterpan's album.
Hehehe. Groupie.
That's all that happened, or all that I remember.
Dreams are starting to freak me out. Help me.
29137.
Yeah, yeah. I haven't been updating much because, seriously, I just can't be fucked. But nevermind, I'm here now!
I went to the Peterpan concert on Saturday, and wow, it was great. They managed to get everyone moving and screaming and singing along, and I haven't seen that happen many times in Brunei. I mean, even I was having fun, and Ariel was a darling. :) The only bad thing about it was the opening acts were NOT opening acts, they had their own concert, and it got to the point where me and Zaidah were boo-ing them and chanting "Peterpan" over and over again. Ok, that wasn't the only bad thing, also, the pictures I took were from too much a distance and they'll probably come out fuzzy or something. Oh, yeah, and I met Zaidah for the first time there, I didn't plan to, but it happened and I'm glad it did cause she made it extra fun, I brought Far with me to the concert, cause my sister surprised me by buying me tickets, and Zai saw me at the entrance, and we ended up sitting with her. Had a great time.
All in all, live music is the best. And buy Peterpan's album.
Hehehe. Groupie.
That's all that happened, or all that I remember.
Dreams are starting to freak me out. Help me.
29137.
Wednesday, 4 January 2006
Feeling: Blahh
Listening to: Hand of Blood by Bullet For My Valentine
I feel weird saying 'Happy New Year', so I don't, usually, just in case you're wondering why I haven't greeted you yet. :)
I had an interesting start to 2006. Weirdest moment was on New Years' Day itself, in the middle of the afternoon, I got drunk and puked all over mucus boy's room. And I don't remember a lot of what happened because everything that I do remember is a blur and I'm cool, yeah.
Not really, but anyway..
I keep telling everyone I got drunk like it's some kind of trophy I can be proud of. It was my first time to get puke-drunk, that's all; I've stepped on new grounds; I've grown up. HAHAA.
I might have a sleeping problem, I keep waking up every 2 hours, and it's really annoying cause sometimes I can't get back to sleep till 20 minutes later. And I have freaky dreams that I hope don't come true, cause if they do, it would be just plain w r o n g.
Okay, that's all. Feelings are too fragile to mess with. I'm sorry.
Then I'll kiss your lips. From then on, I'll know everything will be just perfect, yeah, just perfect.
Listening to: Hand of Blood by Bullet For My Valentine
I feel weird saying 'Happy New Year', so I don't, usually, just in case you're wondering why I haven't greeted you yet. :)
I had an interesting start to 2006. Weirdest moment was on New Years' Day itself, in the middle of the afternoon, I got drunk and puked all over mucus boy's room. And I don't remember a lot of what happened because everything that I do remember is a blur and I'm cool, yeah.
Not really, but anyway..
I keep telling everyone I got drunk like it's some kind of trophy I can be proud of. It was my first time to get puke-drunk, that's all; I've stepped on new grounds; I've grown up. HAHAA.
I might have a sleeping problem, I keep waking up every 2 hours, and it's really annoying cause sometimes I can't get back to sleep till 20 minutes later. And I have freaky dreams that I hope don't come true, cause if they do, it would be just plain w r o n g.
Okay, that's all. Feelings are too fragile to mess with. I'm sorry.
Then I'll kiss your lips. From then on, I'll know everything will be just perfect, yeah, just perfect.
Thursday, 29 December 2005
I'm officially back in Brunei, as of yesterday, 6PM. :) I went from Auckland to Brunei via Brisbane, and guess who I saw at Auckland airport, boarding the same plane as me? Jessica, the girl from Pulau Tiga. Haha. I thought that was weird, until the flight to Brunei came, and I was staring at this guy fiddling around with his bags in the overhead compartment, then I realized it was Leech's mate, Azam. That was even weirder. He must have realized I was staring at him, cause he looked at me, kind of puzzled-looking, then waved. Haha.
And I'm still an 'Underaged Minor', so I didn't have to do anything, really. The airport people took care of filling out the forms and stuff, they even got my bags for me. Hahaha. And by the way, I got the 'heavy' sticker on my suitcase again. :D 22KG.
2 days after I arrived in NZ, we went back to Auckland and I didn't understand why, and my dad told us right then and there that we were going to Rarotonga in the Cook Islands. Unexpected, yeah. Haha. In Raro, we stayed with my stepmother's brother(Uncle George). My stepcousins, if there's such a thing, Uncle George's sons - Matiu and Elroy, surf alot, but Elroy was just suchhh a surfer, by the way he talked and etc. Matiu works in a surf shop, so he's very much branded with Billabong and Quiksilver, and when we were leaving, my brother wanted to exchange his hat with Matiu's, but Matiu didn't want to. :P In the end, he gave Julian and Jordan a hat each, and I was just there, doing God knows what, and he looked at me and said "Do you want a hat too?" and so, yahhh, he went in a looked for one for me. He gave me the one he didn't want to give my brother earlier, and he was like "You get to have the cool one." and I was like, "Yeah." Hahaha. I'm dumb.
So, anyway, I was staying in my stepcousins' room, while they slept in the lounge. And in Raro, they have huge cockroaches, and LOTS of them. So, can you picture this? One night, I was going to sleep, well, trying too, and then I heard the flutter of bugs wings, and I screamed like hell cause I knew it was a cockroach. Hahaha. My stepbrother(Javan) and Julian were sleeping in the lounge as well, and I slept with the bedroom door open, cause the cockroaches scared me, so when I screamed, they were like, "What happened?" And I told them that there was a cockroach on my bed and I didn't want to move, and they asked me to turn on the lights so Javan could rescue me.
The thing with the room was that Matiu broke their lights, so he stuck up some Christmas lights that blink a lot when they're on, just because of the fact that they are Christmas lights. So, due to that fact of the blinkyness, Javan couldn't see the cockroach when the lights flashed off, so one minute it was this: "Where is it?" *blink on* "There!" *spray* *blink off* "Ahhhh" *blink on* "There it is!" *spray* and you get the idea. And it was really funny. After all that, I didn't sleep in that room again, I slept in the room my dad was in, and not just because of the cockroaches, Elroy had a cat, and that freaky cat kept sleeping in my bed at night cause I left the door open, and cats purr hell of a lot. And also, that cat was psycho. It randomly attacked people, so Julian got scratched up because of it.
Other than that, I had a friend called Florence, who was nice enough to hang out with me, and shop, and go to the beach. We sunbathed. Haha. I just got sunburnt though.
And there was a guy! A dancer wearing nothing but underpants and grass. Haha. So there were nipples involved. He was in traditional clothing cause we went to a cultural night thing, and he was one of the dancers, and he kept staring at me cause I was sitting in the seat closest to the stage. When the time came for the dancers to pick some people from the audience to go on stage and dance the hula, I thought I'd just busy myself with a drink, but that didn't work cause I felt someone grab my hand, and it was him, and I was just so embarrassed cause hell, I don't know how to hula. When I could finally get back to my chair, I downed a Vodka shot, and that was the end of that.
There was a karaoke party, and you know how karaoke is so cool, so I actually sang a song in front of strangers, doesn't happen, but this time, it did. Haha. The bunch of people in the room were very religious, or as they say "strong in the faith", cause as I think I've mentioned, my dad is one of those people, and guess what song I sang in front of all those precious people? Bohemian Rhapsody. I rock. Haha.
My dad kept telling people how I danced on stage, and sang karaoke just to embarrass me, and Matiu was saying how gutted he felt cause he wasn't there to watch it. Hahaha. He was as surprised as I'd be if I found out I did that.
End of Raro.
We also went to the Bay of Islands, Russel, Cape Reinga and 90 Mile Beach. I went on a waka(which is the Maori traditional canoe) tour, and watched more traditional dances and stuff for free cause my dad is cool.
I bought a cow stuffed animal thing. :) I like cows.
Oh yeah, my dad moved house again, still in the same remote town, but this time he lives on a farm with lots of land and away from prying eyes.
So that was how I spent my holidays: running away from cockroaches, dancing with a half-naked guy, sunbathing, eating ice cream, buying CDs(I found Taking Back Sunday, Funeral For a Friend, Fall Out Boy, The Used, NOFX, Nightwish, etc CDs, too, but I didn't buy them, fucking expensive), listening to Jordan scream his lungs out, and thinking of home and people and cows.
And I'm still an 'Underaged Minor', so I didn't have to do anything, really. The airport people took care of filling out the forms and stuff, they even got my bags for me. Hahaha. And by the way, I got the 'heavy' sticker on my suitcase again. :D 22KG.
2 days after I arrived in NZ, we went back to Auckland and I didn't understand why, and my dad told us right then and there that we were going to Rarotonga in the Cook Islands. Unexpected, yeah. Haha. In Raro, we stayed with my stepmother's brother(Uncle George). My stepcousins, if there's such a thing, Uncle George's sons - Matiu and Elroy, surf alot, but Elroy was just suchhh a surfer, by the way he talked and etc. Matiu works in a surf shop, so he's very much branded with Billabong and Quiksilver, and when we were leaving, my brother wanted to exchange his hat with Matiu's, but Matiu didn't want to. :P In the end, he gave Julian and Jordan a hat each, and I was just there, doing God knows what, and he looked at me and said "Do you want a hat too?" and so, yahhh, he went in a looked for one for me. He gave me the one he didn't want to give my brother earlier, and he was like "You get to have the cool one." and I was like, "Yeah." Hahaha. I'm dumb.
So, anyway, I was staying in my stepcousins' room, while they slept in the lounge. And in Raro, they have huge cockroaches, and LOTS of them. So, can you picture this? One night, I was going to sleep, well, trying too, and then I heard the flutter of bugs wings, and I screamed like hell cause I knew it was a cockroach. Hahaha. My stepbrother(Javan) and Julian were sleeping in the lounge as well, and I slept with the bedroom door open, cause the cockroaches scared me, so when I screamed, they were like, "What happened?" And I told them that there was a cockroach on my bed and I didn't want to move, and they asked me to turn on the lights so Javan could rescue me.
The thing with the room was that Matiu broke their lights, so he stuck up some Christmas lights that blink a lot when they're on, just because of the fact that they are Christmas lights. So, due to that fact of the blinkyness, Javan couldn't see the cockroach when the lights flashed off, so one minute it was this: "Where is it?" *blink on* "There!" *spray* *blink off* "Ahhhh" *blink on* "There it is!" *spray* and you get the idea. And it was really funny. After all that, I didn't sleep in that room again, I slept in the room my dad was in, and not just because of the cockroaches, Elroy had a cat, and that freaky cat kept sleeping in my bed at night cause I left the door open, and cats purr hell of a lot. And also, that cat was psycho. It randomly attacked people, so Julian got scratched up because of it.
Other than that, I had a friend called Florence, who was nice enough to hang out with me, and shop, and go to the beach. We sunbathed. Haha. I just got sunburnt though.
And there was a guy! A dancer wearing nothing but underpants and grass. Haha. So there were nipples involved. He was in traditional clothing cause we went to a cultural night thing, and he was one of the dancers, and he kept staring at me cause I was sitting in the seat closest to the stage. When the time came for the dancers to pick some people from the audience to go on stage and dance the hula, I thought I'd just busy myself with a drink, but that didn't work cause I felt someone grab my hand, and it was him, and I was just so embarrassed cause hell, I don't know how to hula. When I could finally get back to my chair, I downed a Vodka shot, and that was the end of that.
There was a karaoke party, and you know how karaoke is so cool, so I actually sang a song in front of strangers, doesn't happen, but this time, it did. Haha. The bunch of people in the room were very religious, or as they say "strong in the faith", cause as I think I've mentioned, my dad is one of those people, and guess what song I sang in front of all those precious people? Bohemian Rhapsody. I rock. Haha.
My dad kept telling people how I danced on stage, and sang karaoke just to embarrass me, and Matiu was saying how gutted he felt cause he wasn't there to watch it. Hahaha. He was as surprised as I'd be if I found out I did that.
End of Raro.
We also went to the Bay of Islands, Russel, Cape Reinga and 90 Mile Beach. I went on a waka(which is the Maori traditional canoe) tour, and watched more traditional dances and stuff for free cause my dad is cool.
I bought a cow stuffed animal thing. :) I like cows.
Oh yeah, my dad moved house again, still in the same remote town, but this time he lives on a farm with lots of land and away from prying eyes.
So that was how I spent my holidays: running away from cockroaches, dancing with a half-naked guy, sunbathing, eating ice cream, buying CDs(I found Taking Back Sunday, Funeral For a Friend, Fall Out Boy, The Used, NOFX, Nightwish, etc CDs, too, but I didn't buy them, fucking expensive), listening to Jordan scream his lungs out, and thinking of home and people and cows.
Friday, 2 December 2005
You know how I said my English teacher is leaving Brunei today? Well, she did. The funny thing is, I forgot, and I went to the airport to go pick up my sister. My cousin dropped me off at the departure hall, cause he wanted to go find parking or something, so that means, I had to go through it, then down the stairs to the arrival place. Yeah, well, on my way to the stairs, I saw my classmates, I looked around a little more and I saw my English teacher with tears in her eyes. I went over to say good bye, she gave me a nice hug, and I was gonna tell her my funny story of how I was actually there to get my sister when she said "Thanks for coming to see me off." And I was just like "Yeah." :D Awkward. Then I had to go down. There were a lot of people there, specially to see her off, and it was sweet, and she cried a lot, I heard.
I'm leaving tomorrow, right. My bag isn't 100% packed, I'm still looking for my black shirt. And you know, there are still things I need to wash. Hahaha. I am the queen of last-minuteness.
I'm leaving tomorrow, right. My bag isn't 100% packed, I'm still looking for my black shirt. And you know, there are still things I need to wash. Hahaha. I am the queen of last-minuteness.
Thursday, 1 December 2005
Feeling: Tired
Listening to: Zombie by The Cranberries
It was World AIDS Day about 20 minutes ago. I just found out. :)
I ended up going to school today, but just to get my result sheet. I passed. HAHA. 11th in my class. I can't remember my results, but on average, the only subject I failed was Add Maths with 46%. I guess it's okay. Just a bit scarey, realizing that now I have to concentrate better cause of O Levels next year. When I had my result sheet already, I meet Jasmine and Zimah on my way down the stairs, and even though my car was waiting for me downstairs, I went with them to find Chris just because she was scared cause she failed.
Teachers are kind of different when they don't teach. I mean, my accounts teacher was hugging me. I don't even know whyyyy. And my English teacher is leaving Brunei today, she gave me a hug too. And now I miss her. Haha. She's a great person, a nice teacher. One of the kind that care about her students. And about my accounts teacher hugging me, it surprised me, cause me, Jas and Zimah were just talking with Chris and then she came along and grabbed me with her left arm, and Chris with her right. There's nothing wrong with hugs though. :P
I think I'm going to let people visit UNauthentic now, even though it's not completely finished. I just thought people are getting tired of waiting. Haha. Yeh. I might do that today.
I watched Sky High just now. It's okay. And I watched Chicken Little on Tuesday when I went to Far's house(We played Twister and did karaoke and played PS, and Twister is tiring if you've got a good game going on, you know), and that is just blah. :)
I haven't packed yet and I'm leaving tomorrow.
I miss someone.
I think there's a lizard in the rubbish bin. The plastic bag is making wrinkly noises, but when I look, I can't see anything cause it's too dark. I don't like lizards. The noises won't stop. I actually put my legs up on the chair so it can't get to me. Hahahaha. \m/
Listening to: Zombie by The Cranberries
It was World AIDS Day about 20 minutes ago. I just found out. :)
I ended up going to school today, but just to get my result sheet. I passed. HAHA. 11th in my class. I can't remember my results, but on average, the only subject I failed was Add Maths with 46%. I guess it's okay. Just a bit scarey, realizing that now I have to concentrate better cause of O Levels next year. When I had my result sheet already, I meet Jasmine and Zimah on my way down the stairs, and even though my car was waiting for me downstairs, I went with them to find Chris just because she was scared cause she failed.
Teachers are kind of different when they don't teach. I mean, my accounts teacher was hugging me. I don't even know whyyyy. And my English teacher is leaving Brunei today, she gave me a hug too. And now I miss her. Haha. She's a great person, a nice teacher. One of the kind that care about her students. And about my accounts teacher hugging me, it surprised me, cause me, Jas and Zimah were just talking with Chris and then she came along and grabbed me with her left arm, and Chris with her right. There's nothing wrong with hugs though. :P
I think I'm going to let people visit UNauthentic now, even though it's not completely finished. I just thought people are getting tired of waiting. Haha. Yeh. I might do that today.
I watched Sky High just now. It's okay. And I watched Chicken Little on Tuesday when I went to Far's house(We played Twister and did karaoke and played PS, and Twister is tiring if you've got a good game going on, you know), and that is just blah. :)
I haven't packed yet and I'm leaving tomorrow.
I miss someone.
I think there's a lizard in the rubbish bin. The plastic bag is making wrinkly noises, but when I look, I can't see anything cause it's too dark. I don't like lizards. The noises won't stop. I actually put my legs up on the chair so it can't get to me. Hahahaha. \m/
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