Talk about friendship.
Q: What do you call a person who talks behind your back to a friend? And this person talks behind your friend's back towards you?
A: A fucking
two-faced motherfucking B? More like a whimp, a dweeb, a twat. I have always gone through these phases but I'm just asking, how long will you keep up with this pretence? You have flaws, well, I have those too.
You always think that you're the Queen Bee and you think that everyone loves you, but face the fact, they don't. So quit acting like a regal B because guys are turnt off by you and girls are just pretending to like you. And as for me, I'm through with people like you. I'm barely sixteen yet I know that it's worth losing a f-r-i-e-n-d like you. Please be shocked by this revelation because I won't be around any longer to hang around with you. You're a two-faced, B. And if you or your faithful army of skanks takes wary of this, than congratulations, you have finally drawn these things together. Screw this thing called
sisterhood.
And as for her faithful companions, you deserve much better than a friend like her. Oh, and if you think that publishing a post on my blog means that I'm scared to face you, I'm not. If you knew me well, I hate to tolerate crap. Sorry girls.
(P/S: I've learnt to control the amount of vulgarities and realized that there is no point in being rude through an online community. I've finally respected that, I hope you do it too.)
It's 10:58pm. I have an anxiety feeling washing over me, perhaps I've taken Nerd's words to heart? Bro, you've been a great friend, a brother to me and very predictable indeed. For the times that you've always stuck around for me regardless the distance, I love you, thank you. But I need to be happy, for once.
To be frank, I do not tolerate egoists even if I am one. It gets pretty annoying aftertime because I hardly have the time to breathe and hang out with my friends, like I used to. Mm, I miss my friends. I think its unfair that you always take me away from them. I love them as much as I loved you and I don't see why I can't spare an equal attention when all you do is ask me "what's so great about him/ her" and I can't believe that you stepped on my friend and told me that he's just asking for symphathy, whereas you, have never been in that akward situation and you simply can't accept the fact that I have friends who come up to me when they need help. I'm done with people asking about us. Seriously, I apologized. But how long must you mope around because this will never end if you never snapped yourself out of it. I accepted reality and dealt with the truth, I've gone through a lot with only my best friends because friends last longer than relationships. I wish I could talk to you but instead I'm running away from it. I admit that, but I hate the sound of disappointment and depression.
Overall, I'm happy now. So let's enjoy a Happy meal™.
I'm sorry, I never meant for it to be this way.
If there's any way that I could take those words back, I would, but the guilt-trip is passing on soon. It's 7:05am and school ends late today. I'm sorry, Apit.
Even though I really loved you. I'm going to smile because I need to.
I will never forget you.
You. Rafeeq. You, bringing me back to January 2007. You were the one who took me out to town and treated me to a movie, Cicakman. What's hilarious was that this unromantic movie came with couple seats. I can hardly forget those days where you sent me home and treated me movies. Mm, I've missed you. It's been months since I last heard from you.
HAPPY MONTHSARY APIT!
♥
I can't define myself when it comes to this. You've been really great and I love having you around. After all the times you've stuck with me. I can't believe that months have passed and I'm still yours. I hate it when you say you love me because I keep adoring you more. And I hate saying "I love you" because I know you know that I think it's a drag. I despise that I love you. But I need you be around because that's what makes me happy. Please promise me that you'll always make me happy.
It's 4:14am and I'm awake with Ydee, the all-time nose digger.
You've painted a place in my heart.
And I will never let it go apart.
Remembering the times we spent and the times we got through. I keep dealing with the same pictures because we've never taken any new pictures recently. I look forward to our next meet. This picture was taken during Iffah's birthday. I look pretty retarded and unannounced whereas every looks great the way they are. (Especially Iffah.)
To girlfriends only: Saturday outing.
Contact through my mother, Sri.
I know Rara's latest blog entry might be emotional for some of the girlfriends, but you have to figure why she's finally stepping up. I was surprised you expressed yourself instead of just telling me about the problems. And congrats to you, that they finally came to your attention. I'm happy, Rara. We're actually going to meet up soon. To Ranani, remember, best friends are like batteries.
It is 4:03am. A short entry before I tuck myself to bed.
These are called one-liners.
- Every man has his price. Mine is $3.95.
- I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.
- If blind people wear sunglasses, why don't deaf people wear earmuffs?
- If life gives you lemons, stick them down your shirt and make your boobs look bigger.
- If you understand what you're doing, you're not learning anything.
- If you're happy, you're successful.
- Life's a bleach and then you dye.
I found them on a site and I couldn't help but laugh. I hope they made sense to you, one way or another. Good night. I meant, morning.
I spent my Saturday evening with Fu Chan and Chester.
We caught up to a movie and thanks, Chester! We watched Drillbit Taylor and I would rate 6 out of 5 stars for its humor. I can't recall the funniest moments of the movie, but I had every bit of their crude humor etched in my mind. It was a pleasure to meet Chester too, and thanks Fu Chan. You're the b e z z ! I love you like I love do-nuts.
Fu Chan, if you're reading this, I'm simply reminding you to share the pictures that we've taken.
Oh, the exhilaration of watching wrestling every night. I heard Vickie was going to strip Undertaker's championship off. Here I go again, my second episode of wrestling. So, I'll make this post end. Good bye.
You've got me feeling like a child now. Cause every time I see your bubbly face, I get the tingles in a silly place. It starts in my toes and I crinkle my nose. Wherever it goes I always know that you make me smile.
You! 3 more days.
♥
2007. When we were young(er).
Left to right:
Ween, Hoddle, Sunshine, Dee.(I admit we look pretty childish and ugly here.)
I was greeted by Hoddle in the morning, pretty strange.
It has been eons ago since we walked together to class, and what felt more estranged was that we actually managed to share a couple of jokes together. That's not right, isn't it? I admit that I've missed Hoddle since we last spoke in a serious conversation. Sadly, he got annoyed by my "off-tune" and "sign language" singing that he stomped off and fled with the clique of guys who I assured- never had bathed for 2 or more days. (No grudges. But I'd suggest you'd take a shower.)
Lessons in school presumed after the exams ended. It was pretty mundane since we hardly studied anything new. From time to time, we'd face the frowns and anxiety of every teacher which came in to spoke to us. I kept myself awake by reading a novel, and viola, I accomplished 174 pages of it. I feel, succeeded. Ha ha. For today's movie marathon, I watched 1/7th part of Memoirs of a Geisha, gave up, watched the Hottie and the Nottie, and concluded to watch 5/8th of the Devil wears Prada.
Looking forward for a long weekend ahead. Apart from the deadlines that I've been in debt of, I have catching up to do with my art. God. It's just friggin' N levels. I wonder why I worry much..?
You're smelly. I adore you.
You're smelly. I adore you.
You're smelly. I adore you.
5 more days.
♥
"jerlin is sick, take care ok jerlin" said Jerlin, himself.
Get well soon. Let's meet up.
I miss Fu Chan. We're having a three-way conversation with Syafiq and I just realized that my hair looked great in this picture. Kidding. Ha ha.
Syafiq sent me this picture that was taken a year ago. Can you look at Ween's 15-year-old face? And my attempts to learn Your Call using that scrap guitar? I borrowed it from Syafiq and had its fret board broken and hopeless for repairs. It's still under my bed, a little too worried to have it disposed. Ha ha.
I need someone to tune my guitar, immediately. For, I need to learn new songs before I forget the old ones.
I miss my fucking extensions. It's widespread though, sadly, nyonyas have them too, except in picturesque colours. *chokes* Ha ha. It's despicable that I've yearned to cut my hair, yet want it to grow too. Please help me.
I went out with these assholes to town earlier. I had to admit, I enjoyed myself despite being called "Saw pancake." It seemed like a month ago since we hung out but I'm glad that nothing has changed, except for Ydee's hair length. I love you two assholes. I can't wait when we rendezvous on Monday.
"well i do miss them especially SAW and i dont know why.well she has actually captured a place in my heart and i do treasure her although we arent close." From Sushi's blog. I bumped into her earlier, I guess I missed her too. Frankly speaking, I miss the girls. Everyone of them. I guess we've not been hanging out, considering that everyone's busy with their personal lives, I only believe that KSAW's the one one whose been around for the times I needed a friend. If not her, Finn and Ydee. I miss my girlfriends but sometimes, I wonder why. I want my girls back. *twitching eyes*
GIRLFRIENDS.
Riri, Rara, Ekin, Emma, Iffah, Shahila, Sri, Karmillah, Murni, Adri, Sushi.
It's 11:11PM on my scale and I'm still not tucked in bed. Despite having exams tomorrow, I'm in hesitation of sleeping. I have conjured the perfect excuses into straying from sleep due to this humid weather. I've been heavily perspiring, it's so warm that I have sweat trickling down my spine. It's uncomfortable since my clothes are soaked with sweat. The irony of perspiration - the process of the sweat glands of the skin secreting a salty fluid. Amazing?
My freedom starts on 12th May 2008. I am overjoyed and exhilarated since it seemed like eons since I had spent time with Finn and Ydee. I miss these a$$holes, period.
I can't wait until someone tunes my guitar for me.
Aye bay bay.
It's 7:04AM on my watch and I'm blissfully enjoying a good morning before school. I'm starving but there's nothing for breakfast. So let's skip that for this. I enjoyed most of yesterday despite walking from Orchard to Marina. I came home rather late despite having school the next day, but dad didn't yell, not this time. I was accompanied by Nerd on my way home. I stopped at Paya Lebar because I desperately wanted to talk to him. I missed Nerd. Everyone used to believe that we were siblings because we were indeed, really, really, really close. So I guess I meant to say that I missed him a lot. I wonder if he knew?
Good morning, Labour day.
It's a public holiday, for crissake. Will you be wondering why I am awake by 10:25am? Well, let me explain to myself about what woke me from my sleep. I was awakened by a selfish garbage truck downstairs, most probably because he was in paranoia that he spends his holiday picking up junk. He gave out a selfish honk which went "hoooooo!" and I went sprawling out of bed. What's worse? My body jolted and it fell on my left leg. I fell! What's worse? The surfaces of my skin is scratched and scarred. So, thank you, Mr Smelly Truck for disrupting my morning of a public holiday. I want to feel grumpy but somehow I think Danial didn't have a great morning either. Yuh, yuh, yuh.
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