Love Me, Love Me, Say That You Love Me. *puke*

The Cardigans - Lovefool (Radio Edit)

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Send Me Flying With Just A Phonecall, Pls.

Talked 20+ mins with 'Person' at 2am last night, or should I say today. Can't say more can I? Just that I hid my face in my pillows after ending the call in case I made any unexpected noises out of sheer 'OMFGness'. No, I wasn't expecting to fart, although I had a very silent one during the phonecall, which was very awkward as we were talking about awkwardness in public. I shall shut up about this now or 'Person' will have no face to ever call me again, in which case I would die of loneliness.

Went out with mum and much-hated/loved cousin/apparent-sister, Jasmine. Ate breakfast at Taiwan Restaurant behind Madli Satay. Dumplings are so yummy with iced tea. Mmm, though I miss Kuching Kueh Chap and envy Kristine for being there. Hate her more, but shall forgive her if she posts a picture of a bowl or the magic food. Yes, it is much of a turn on for me. And if you thought I was really serious, get a life, you pervert.

Hmm, it's 20 minutes to 2 pm now. I guess I have nothing else to say at the time being. Go read Kristine's blog. She made me say that.

Fly At Night, Crash & Burn In The Morning.

Talked for 20+ minutes on the phone with 'Mystery Person' till 1 am. Feel very light-headed and floatish. Person says will call more often. Should I be happy or nervous? Am not feeling either as of now. I think I will need 1 more piercing to commemorate this relationship as it has been the most different among the ones I've had before. But dissapointed I was to learn that friends were busy with own things to do. Am very pissed with all of them.

Except Lydia, Kristine, Belinda, and Paulina. Kristine because she is currently in Kuching, Paulina for telling me upfront that she is unable to show up, Lydia and Belinda for being willing to go until the end, of which we had come to a conclusion that today we will in fact won't be going to Parkson to spend time together. I am pissed and angry at other friends for not telling or announcing that they will not be able to come. Am very pissed at certain *ssholes. I have developed an even bigger hate for last-minute f*ckers. They will all suffer severe cases of last-minute panic due to unresponsible informing of Me upon inability to show up on very important and exciting day of outing. SUFFER.

But whatever, I shall seek moral support from Person to cool down. Am hoping it will work. Reconsidering on joining band next year. But needing exposure and experience as band people are greatly ultra-committed. Which is actually very worrying to health and spirit. But whatever, have been playing games and wasting my life away for longer than expected, so band shoulden't be a waste of time. For the best am hoping.

Feeling Stupid. Shoulden't Think So Much.

Stupid idiot was at PC Fair since early in the day.
:( What, no time for me?

Damn Feelings, I'm Being Broken Slowly.

I'm strangely feeling so... desperate.
Why am I just thinking of one particular person?
I hate myself for feeling like this.
I'd better get an SMS soon...
Or... I'm going to be... very mean...

Unhappiness.
Sh*t.

I Love My Friends, I Love My Friends, I Love My French Fries.

I don't like french fries actually. They suck and they're salty. Anyway, Monday will be the day our group, or shall I say, most of our group would be going to the public swimming pool. All you chocolate-giving horny adults stay clear or ima whoop you up a can of 'F*ck Off' soup.

Moving on, it was sweet Lydia's idea to go swimming. Yes, I know, Lydia? Swimming? How? Well, let me tell you, she's ADDICTED to the swimming pool. Very much so that she keeps reminding me, and pretty much herself, that she wants to go swimming. Every single day. Yes.

Well, I don't like swimming because I had a really bad experience when I was swimming at one time. It was at Sunway Lagoon, where they used to have surfing classes at the swimming pool. It was shitty because there were a whole lot of kids swimming there as well. The stupid hotel management should be SUED, as my father is also a law-type person. Very convenient if you ask me. Anyhoo, I was around 7 or 8 when it happened. My father was with me at the surfing site where waves would magically occur. When I said magically, I meant a reason which I am too b*tch-f*cked lazy to explain about. So, there were around 20 or 30 surfers with huge serf boards that you usually see on TV, much like the one in Charlie's Angels. When we were too near the waves, it submerged me completely and my dad partially and then I felt something knock the side of my head. So I was shocked, and swallowed in water. I didn't drown though, far from it. But I was not very fond of germs and bacteria either. Sorry, I was b*tch-f*cked scared of germs and bacteria. And we all know how lazy people are in 'relieving themselves. Instead of going to the bathroom and being charged RM0.50, why not just 'release' the 'juice' into the pool? I mean, no one would notice right? And the chlorine would kill those germs right away! NO. NO NO NO. It's like having a 'No Smoking Area' for a restaurant. You smoke there, it moved through the air. You pee here, it'll flow there eventually. What's more, liquid and gases DISPERSE. AUGH!

So I developed a phobia of dirt and anything dirty. Not really that serious, but I didn't like to get my hands dirty. There was another incident when I went swimming again to give it another try. I was in Bintulu with my parents for a day or two as a sort of long car ride. At the time I also had a very bad bicycle fall scrape on my leg. It was kind of a huge scab patch, I know it's disgusting to imagine, but it wasn't soggy or 'meemee', well, not until AFTER I waddled in the pool of the hotel we were staying in. It had turned a greyish colour and the scab particles started to melt, exposing my flesh. OH GAWD, just thinking of it makes me fear swimming even more. Ugh ugh ugh.

Well, I shall end my post here. Gotta chat with my friends. Hopefully I have the heart to talk about my day at the pool. If I'm still alive by then that is to say...
Good Night.

Everyone's Leaving Me... *sniff* F*ck It !!

I miss school. I miss my friends. I miss my classmates. I miss my tea- umm, I miss iced tea in the canteen. I miss talking in class. I miss getting ready for assembly on Mondays. I miss laughing backstage. I miss wearing my insanely hot blazer.

Oof, Kristine says she wants to run after St.Joseph, Kuching boys. My my, quick on her feet when it comes to chasing boys ISN'T she? Wow. Anyways, she's in Kuching at the moment, probably the reason why she feels horny. Oops. I bet she's gonna give me a piece of her mind when she comes back. Wait, there IS no mind! HaHaHa!

Lolz, just kidding. I miss her though. There's no one to fight with. :( And I'm so bored at home. I wish I could go to band and do something in school. I'm so bored!

My 'big brother' is telling me he's going to study overseas next year. *sob*. Everyone is abandoning me. I'm not surprised if my dog runs away from me when I feed it tonight. *sob*. Screw you Kristine! Screw you Gor! Screw you all!

:( I'll be alone and old, with 72 kittens. *sob*, now I have no damn mood to blog anymore. Pah.

It's Granmas Fault The House Almost Blew Up.

Early in the morning I was greeted with a very tense atmosphere. I could smell something wrong. No, the dog did not fart. Rather I smelt gas. Apparently while I was happily sleeping in my cosy bed, my granma forgot that she had the gas stove on, and gas was seeping throughout the whole house. I woke up because it had reached my room, and I'm strangely sensitive to smells rather than when I'm awake for some reason. Anyways, my granma did not turn it on and walk away forgetting to light it, she just thought to herself to find a lighter. My mom smelt it first when she was outside and immediately came into the kitchen and turned it off. When my granma came down with the lighter, my mom scolded her for not minding the gas. Both of them had a rough past, so my mom says she doesn't feel the need to talk nicely to her mother anymore, and that she doesn't deserve the sympathy. Well, I kind of agree about the sympathy thing, we could have died, what's more, my dad was at work. Now, that woulden't be nice would it, not being able to blow up together as a family. What!? Don't tell me you woulden't want to experience definite doom without your family with you. Okay, that sounded twisted.

I'm kind of bored being at home. I would like to go to the beach again. The photo's you can find in my friendster profile. Don't really feel like posting it here. Maybe I shall call them all up again to go to the beach. Hmm. Kristine would be leaving for Kuching tomorrow though. What a loss of company. Geez, I'm so bored here. Why do I have to go to Kuching at the END of December? It's so near the start of Form 5. Come to think of it, SPM is starting to freak me out. Especially next year when I wanna join more clubs just for the sake of it. I'm worried.

Speaking of SPM, I recently met a new friend on Kawan-ster, or so he calls it, that got 10A1's and a B3 for his EST. Apparently he is very smart. Not to forget 'smart-assed'. Yes, and he constantly reads my blog. But I guess that's what makes him all the more intriguing. I don't often get to know people who belittle people younger than themselves, but I suppose he's different in a way. I woulden't want to put his Friendster profile here, as hope that he does not murder me in my sleep. Some of my best friends know that I do not like older guys. Any guys who are a year older than my friends and I, I do not freely accept as 'friend material'. Sorry to say that because Grace has a boyfriend whos Form 5, and Kristine too, whos apparently planning to break up with her beau. Lydia supposedly left hers a few weeks past, I'm not really sure. They're all fine and dandy, but during the recent beach trip, I reconsidered. I'm sure about is that I still don't like older guys any less. They're all the same. It's just my opinion. But what if you get a bf/gf after school, or when you're at least 18-19? Well, that I won't give a damn. At least we'll be old enough to know the difference between love and lust. Just saying. Age differences makes life complicated. If both partners have SPM the same time, they could study together. Now, what could be sweeter?

Hmm, what else, oh, I would like to go out. I'm deathly bored at home. I do not like staying at home. I don't. I suppose I should be using my free time now to prepare for next year's SPM. But Charlene, Sarah, and Kian Lik aren't. And they're super smart. I suppose Teo E.C. would be, but he's the studious type from the start. I'm not, sadly. I don't study much, that's probably why my marks are always average. Thank God for the english syllabus for Science and Maths subjects. Thank God. *sigh*

Oh yeah, whoever is reading this, try out Nelly Furtado's new song 'All Good Things'. The lyrics are really nice. And if you're dealing with heartbreak, I suppose this would be the song of the week. But what do I know, I don't even go out on a Friday night. But that will change! I shall invite my friends out to waste a day at the beach. I'm estatic already. Joy.

But what if they can't go out because of band?... Sh*t much. Sh*t sh*t sh*t.

Brown Waters, Bloody Sandflies, Scorching Sun, Great Company.

I guess that would pretty much summarize my whole day at the beach yesterday, with good friends makes great company, what can go wrong? Well, let me tell you, not very much.

Starting off the day was waking up in the morning to help my mom prepare the things I would be bring to Tanjung beach later on. It was kind of exciting knowing that my friends would actually be coming because I made the effort to call them the previous day. I would think it was last minute, but I coulden't wait for Kristine to supposedly arrange a get-together at Taman Awam. I coulden't stand the procrastination. And worse still was the fact that the band people, which makes up more than half our group was going to be hella busy the next few days because of the Hong Kong trip.

Anyways, I was the fourth to arrive as Belinda, Sarah and Grace were there already. Grace and Sarah helped me with the stuff and Belinda coulden't get the fire started. Luckily we didn't because we found out later that the charcoal would not be enough. What's more, that afternoon it was very windy. We were kind of stupid to try to get the fire started in an open pit instead of the closed one nearby. Was kind of silly when we decided to shift the coals because a larger group of Chung Hua students were already starting their fire. I think they would probably make barbeque jokes about us. "How many Josephians does it take to light a fire? -Apparently you can never have too many! HaHaHaHa~". -.-"

Moving on, the day was so much better than spending for a longer time at Parkson. There weren't any cinemas, fast food outlets, or cinemas, but it was still more fun than what we usually do, which was just walking around in circles in a shopping mall we go to everytime we want to go out. We're planning to go again, but I'm not sure when. The only people who coulden't come were Charlene, Sharon, and Qhadzrool. I called Charlene and Sharon, and Sharon cancelled last minute. Qhadzrool was in KL, so I guess I didn't need to try. Next to that, he keeps changing his phone number, so whatever.

My mom was asking why we only have 1 Malay friend in the group. I was wondering that too. It's not as if we're racist or whatever, that would be too extreme of an idea. Maybe it's because he's the only one that speaks english with us better than the others. We are mostly english speakers anyway.

Hmm, I think that's all I can say apart that the day was really fun. Sorry this post was kind of short. Kristine also said that my blog was boring and that people should read hers instead because she has pictures to boot. Like, WhAtEvEr Kristine. :P~

Cross The Line And *spfft* Goes Your Head.

Adults can be annoying, really. Oh sure, they provide you with food, shelter, clothing, transport to the mall, give you money when you wanna buy some pirated CDs. Sometimes, there are the days when you think you're just not in the mood, but if you tell them off, chances are, your luck just turned negative.

At times you wonder, 'Why do I even bother talking with them? They always end up thinking themselves right'. In fact, this is quite true, debating with your parents only have you ending up broke. They often use tactics like, comparing you with their friends' children, when only 1 or 2 are complete geniuses, while the others are just ignored because they're just average. Typical. But when we compare ourselves to other kids, they ignore this fact and say, 'We don't care about other kids, we're refering to YOU'. Nothing can be lamer can it? Oh, Sarah just experienced a webcam flash. You know, when a guy flashes his thingie when you least expect it? She didn't see it though, but she's now suffering severe 'omg-wtf-mcb-knsness'. Poor dear. I shall bake her some kick-ass cookies tomorrow. And I'm no baker.

Anyways, moving on, I would like to comment on holiday jobs. I doubt there would be any decent ones with desirable pay available this late in time. I just don't see the use in working 8 long hours for just RM15 or something like that. Please, I would prefer to work for RM5/hour. But I suppose if you're working with around 5-6 of your close friends, it woulden't be so bad. Afterall, we would work in school just as much without recieving a single cent. Another piece of info would be the fact Mr. Patrick Avon, the new teacher-in-charge of the prefects, says that in his reading experience(wow), he had read about there being a law about underage labour, a law stating that anyone under the age of 18 is not liable to recieve payment in cash for working. What the f*ck happened to voluntary work? I highly doubt kids who ARE put into child labour are even paid.

Into another topic, I am now distracted by the fact that something is happening in the game world, so I am closing this post abruptly for a reason as stupid as gaming. Thank you for reading, and if you hate the song of the week, then up yours because there a stop button on the damn player.

Thank Yoooo~ For~ Readiiing~~ My~ Craaaaaap~~~

Dido - Thank You

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Of Dead Birds And Heart Attacks.

HAHAHA !!

Father came back from work saying he nearly got another heart attack when another bird slammed itself into his office window. The windows are practically glass walls. Being on the top floor of the 3 storey office building, he often experiences these kinds of occurances. Poor birds. You wonder what they can do with their little brains apart from eat, sleep and f*ck. Seriously. You'd think they'd learn after their Uncle Bob or Aunty Mathilda doesn't wake up after slamming point blank onto a glass wall at 80km/h. I wonder how sparrows taste like. Just kidding. Stupid.

Anyways, I suppose that's pretty much all I can say for today.