I will never have it, I guess, especially not now.
Always lacking of sleep because of errands and i-don’t-really-know-what stuffs.
For the whole week I’ve missed out most of the yoga classes except for today’s one class.
I need to make my money worthwhile and go more often.
Definitely will as soon as exams are over and the showers
at the centre are available to use.

I’ve planned my schedule.
After school, yoga, tuition (if there is), yoga again, go home, online & sleep.
That’s on weekdays lah.
Weekends are different. My time offs.

There is this Martell VSOP Rise Above Dance Competition
happening soon,
and the shameless me, is thinking of joining.
There is no chance for me when the judges are that good
and Malaysia’s other dancers but might as well take a chance, right?

Only the problem is, the crew have NEVER really met
and have NEVER danced together before.
Gahh, so fucked.

Hmmm, I like Faces.

English was alright today,
eventhough I’m pretty sure I screwed up the literature section.
Didn’t read or bother to enter the teacher’s class,
cause I just don’t like her at all.

Wrote the essay like I was blogging since
the question was something like writting a journal.
“Describe a day at school where you are disappointed with your friend’s behaviour”

The damn school had to schedule the exam on a Saturday also,
just so we would step foot into the school in the weekend.
Been out almost the whole day, so I’m hitting the sacks.
Night people.

Here’s the pictures I said I would post up yesterday.
All of a sudden, I like the whole bright contrast thing,
so most of them here are like that.

My photoshopping skills are getting bad to worse.
No talent to even modify a simple picture,
can’t imagine what I’d create with the pen tool.

Starting with, of course, the birthday girl.

Been home since 7.30pm but didn’t got around
to photoshop the pictures we took today.
Pictures will be up tomorrow.

Michy, Amy & I went to Bukit Raja Mall today to spend time together
for the first time and of course
to celebrate our dearest, MichyWong’s sweet sixteen.

I had tons of fun today although there were only three of us.
Jany (janus) couldn’t make it,
and we know Lyn confirm cannot come (exams. pfft),
so baby girl, don’t think we forgotten you okay.

Mom fetched Amy from her place after she completed her errands,
and we rushed back home for me to shower then rushed to BRM
because mom had an appointment at 2.30pm.
Funny how I managed to wash my hair in such a short time.

I’ve been telling everybody that Amy’s going to have to operate
or dug out her eyeballs because they’re always hurting her
when she wears contact lens.

It’s true okay.
See her at it when it hurts, toilet every 5 - 7 minutes
to take out the lens and put it back in again.

Had lunch at Nando’s. Total sum = RM52.21
I paid 0.21 cents. Michy paid the rest.
We sat there and talked, bitched and reminisced so much.
Got to know more about Michy’s years at Bukit Kuda.
Amy & I couldn’t stop laughing after she told us, so funny.

Then we went window shopping.
It’s been so longgggg since I’ve pampered myself with buys.
No need to worry bout money, because I know I’ll pull through now.
Feels so good to buy stuffs I want with my money.
Got myself a not very needed Memory Lane membership card
and a super duper cheap bloody red coloured nail paint.

When I mentioned bloody, I really mean it.
I didn’t even know it was red until Amy took the tester and open it.
Exactly the colour of a pool of blood, ya know?

Also got myself the Junk Magazine I was blogging bout.

I told them the must drink when you’re at BRM,
and that’s the Mother Of Pearl from that restaurant opposite TGV,
beside of the spa. (not the vegetarian)
That huge cup of drink is damn delicious, so are the pearls.

While we were at Memory Lane, there was this middle-aged rich-looking guy
who came over and talked to Michy.
He started introducing himself and asked her lots of questions bout herself.
We think he wanted Michy to be his mistress. LMFAO.
He even gave her his number when she refused to give him hers.

Ended up going home with different coloured nails
because we were busy trying out
every one of the RM5 nail colour in Elianto.

Gahh, I seriously had so much fun today, felt so darn good.
I’m loving ‘em girls more and more every day.
Funny how I was being depressed bout the problems
Ing and I had in the beginning of the year.

I’ve found better and more lovable (ahaks) besties-girlfriends.
Wanna do it again huh girls?

Happy Sweet Sixteen Again, Michy !
I hope you had as much fun as I had today.

You know sometimes
some people didnt even realise
how f’king lucky they are.

“Oh i had the worst day.”
Well, it will be good tomorrow.
“Oh my parents are gay, i hate them”
if they really are, you wont be sitting
right here right now saying shit.
and HATE is a strong word.
“Oh i hate skool.”
yea so am i, but will you even know
how to say you hate skool
if you dont go to skool?
“Oh my f’king god, shes a bitch.”
what goes around comes around,
you get what i mean, dont act like
you didnt do anything wrong.

dont be such a GAYMO
thats gay+emo= gaymo
oh yes yes, i used to be a gaymo
crying in my dark bedroom,
listen to emo-mo songs,
write “everyone hates me” on my mirror.

Couldn’t have had it written any better.
Finally right now, I felt better although I shouldn’t be, I am.

Cheers to the weekends and another 43 minutes more to
MichyWong’s sweet sixteen.

The definition of this word include “existence“, “entity” and ” subsistence”
It is a term commonly used in philosophy, literature as well as art.

Listening To : Fergie - Finally
(this song is geddamn different from all the other songs she normally sings. i ♥)

Another fact about yours truly, me.
I’m always late to school.
At least twice a week, and that might also be
because I didn’t attend school for the other three days.

I don’t know about your school, but mine has this
really stupid, fugly-looking book, the discipline teacher made by himself
with a bunch of papers stapled together
which he proudly called the Penalty Book,
where your basic record will be written by yourself
and the total of penalty marks you’ve lost while you’re doing fun wrong.

You can always see him carrying the books (he has two) around school.
Especially in the morning during assembly,
because that’s when every baddie gets call out.
I was wondering during Accounts paper just now
if he goes through it every single day like he’s reading a novel
because it’d be damn retarded.

Unfortunately my name is in it, all for my coming to school late case.
Nothing else. I’m a good student lah, geddamnit.
Sike no d’oh ! I’m just lucky, I never get caught skipping classes.

I’ve written about 6 or 8 times, I’m not sure. 2 marks for each.
So the equation is :

I think we have 50 penalty marks each.
Imagine if I’m late like this every week again next year.
I’d prolly get suspended before mid terms just for being late to school.

WAHHHHH !!!
Cannot.

My heart’s with Dragon Red.
All of my readers and friends ought to know that.
Their music is the only that I headbang to.
I’m a universal listener but I don’t headbang to just any songs.

Now DR is having their 1 hour special gig in Laundry,
four Thursdays from now on the 19th of October.

Imagine people, one freaking hour.
I was so glad to find out that Laundry has no age limit.
Adam said there are no excuses for me not to go, but what about transports?
Hopefully it’ll not be at night cause if so confirm cannot make it.
Although I can tried to persuade my cousin brother to go with me if it is.

Decisions, decisions, decisions.
But it’s still ages to go, and exams aren’t even over yet.
So I’ll fret about it later.

I wanna go get the new local music magazine, Junk.
It comes with a cd each month containing tracks
from acts all over southeast asia.
Imagine discovering new bands to give my heart to.
Wahhh, I can’t wait to get my hands on it.

First look of the cover and cd.
Will be hitting stores in October, I think.
It’s much more pricey than KLue at RM 10, but so worth it right with the cd.
The first compilation features 9 tracks.

I was just spreading the love.

I’m tired of cursing the same old words.
Fuck. Machibai. Pukima. Kanineh. Jibai.
It goes on.

Is there any other new uncommon words than those?
I would love to promote them, so make up one and hear me use it
every single day. Confirm spread.

Final exams. That’s important shit, but your truly skipped Maths paper
because she felt like she was going to fail it anyway. Smack her.
Anyway I made my decision, so don’t nag. I already know.
You can’t do anything or say anything to change that or me.

This time now is that time of year where everything goes wrong for a person.
Have you all ever had those time?
I’m thinking it’s normal because every year I experience
a certain phase for a period of time.
Every thing is in jeopardy including my relationship.
Now don’t go buggin’ him for details, it’s me not him.

So, to deal with the rush of unexpected emotions, I took a puff(s).
I tarik-ed, or whatever you smokers call it.
I inhaled the nicotine and I felt its effect.
I felt dizzy, which later I found out is normal,
and I wasn’t thinking of the stuffs.

Don’t worry, I won’t let myself get addicted,
but guess what was the ciggie brand I smoked.
Gudang Garam, muffucka. Daddy’s.

Funny how I’m always holding, bringing
and buying workbooks I never complete.
Gosh, I think I better go read and exercise my inner accountant and economical expertise.
HA-HA.

Don’t forget to vote for me, and Gwennie too.
Just don’t vote for Seng Ming because his fingers are helping him a great lot.
My fingers are lazy. LOL.
If you’re wondering what the heck am I rambling about,
we are allowed to vote for ourselves too,
but you know I’m just too lazy to bother clicking for hours so please ?

Tips : Register, and go to my picture / sister’s, click on vote multiply times until your finger aches, don’t bother to let it load until you are. The votes still counts.

Nowadays I think I look a lot like what Kang Woei says
I look like everytime he sees me, cou quai bin
(sour chicken face in hokkien)
That fucking retard him, but true also lah.

Exactly like this. =[

Finally the dreaded exams started today.
Malay was the first paper.
Confirm fail.
I slept through the first and a half hour of the 2 hour and 30 minutes paper.

Anyway I was suppose to post this yesterday night,
but something much important came up and I needed to concentrate.
Nah, it had nothing to do with studies. I am hopeless.

Last Friday was Boon Yap’s birthday.
We had fun talking and talking. Practically camwhored with everyone.
Boon Yap is one lucky bastard.
The mom’s so nice and he is so damn pampered.
She gave us like 3 - 4 bottles of sparking juice to finish.
First I thought it was wine. I don’t drink okay.
Can’t even stand beer and David said if I get use to it, it’ll be like water to me,
but I don’t even drink water.
I don’t like the taste, and don’t you dare say water no taste.
Because GOT.

I think it’s been quite some time since I last posted photos.
Been lazy lah. Even the birthday wishes haven’t kao tim.

This is where I come in….

Why am I always on the same side of the same angle picture?
My hair look damn messed up, my teeth so yellow. Knn.
Owh, Wai Kit and me are just friends okay.
In case, a certain someone misunderstands
or forgot that I’ve mentioned him before.

I’m pretty sure you guys had seen their works before.
If you don’t, my dear you’re missing out a lot of fun.

So far, I think this is their best one yet.
Even beat the opera, the Bu De Bu Ai
and their very own first episode, As Long As You Love Me version.
So damn hilarious,
I’ve been watching over and over again seen yesterday night.

Their pretty cute, in their way.

It’s about another 5 minutes more to the end of my Sundae’s birthday,
and although it’s not his best day ever,
and although it’s been a shitty day too,
I hope he knows I’m here for him although I’ve been stressed out alot.

I’d like to apologise for not being able to make it any better for him although I really wish I could but I can’t because he’s back in Penang and not entirely having the fun he should be having when a person turns 19.

I wish you a,

almost Happy Birthday !

I love you, piggy,
and I’m sorry I wasn’t the first to wish you.
You have no idea how bad I felt all throughout the day.
Nothing could really cheer me up. Nothingggg.
If only I could give you one big hug and kisses here and there to make it all bright for you.
Come back when you are ready and can, I won’t rush you.
Don’t worry for nothing will change.
Although this birthday, we couldn’t be together, there will be a second time and then it’ll be havoc for we’ll create ‘em.

and once again, I LOVE YOU.

Every good or fun thing always come to an end.
Geddamnit. Which idiot made that up cause it suck balls.
It really does.

Hate it when I get something really nice and it have to spoil one day.
Hate it when there is something to look forward to but don’t within an hour.
Hate it when fun turns into a total disaster.
Hate it when people change and you realise more things about them you couldn’t see before.
Hate it when everything just have to turn from bad to worse.
Hate it when my mood takes a sudden turn.
HATE IT EVEN MORE WHEN I FEEL BAD FROM ALL OF THE OTHER THINGS I HATE.

Sometimes I just wish I’d grow up quicker so that I can think more maturely?
Bullshit I know, but hey at least I know that I’m bloody immature and know that for a fact, and not try to fake it off as if I am mature from head to toe, cause I know I’m not.

See my point here?

Gotta stay away from them, distracting me from what’s suppose to be.
The happiness they create are just illusions.
My path was almost covered with them.
The 4th day’s another normal day.

I don’t see my source of depression here but I still feel depressed, sad, moody and a new feeling of not going home when I should be.

OH SHIT !
I’ve got darker.
I’m browner than before.
This is not what I call tan and I definitely don’t like it.

Result of my stupidness for volunteering to replace Darren
as a PSKPP* assistance.
Have to go school for the whole weekend and face big size, disgusting, not very mannered male teachers in jerseys running and pushing each other in the muddy field to grab the ball.

PSKPP is the handball tournament for teachers of 8 district in Selangor. You should see them when they’re on the field, they’re barbarians.
Curses, the finger, angry screams, etc.
So not what a teacher should act like in front of students.
Not forgetting smoking in our school territory, spitting here and there, taking of their shirts and showing their big belly.

Yuck.
All the mere reputation of a good teacher went down
the drain with ‘em for me.
Like how they tell you, cursing is bad and all that stuff that had 1% of being a fact are really just crap.

They proved it.

*might be wrong. forgotten what it stands for. I got it right already. Haha.