Fluid

My mommy just have to buy the promised mountain bike. Yes, it's the promised reward for getting 8As in my finals. I'm so proud because my BM is A. Don't read if you think I'm bragging. I just don't care. Look up there, the URL, yep, this blog is mine and all mine to pour anything in.

I haven't updated this blog for a while. Busy with Tumblr. Oh yeah, this Wednesday, I'm going to London, and this Sunday, I'm going to Paris. My leg recovered last week, almost. I'm going to the park tomorrow or the day after tomorrow to skate there.

My back hurts, lack of fluid ~

Cheer Up

Everyone, meet Ilyas. He's my half-brother. He's 3. And he's freaking adorable. And naughty. Look, look at the innocence of a 3 year old and imagine him having a seizure, saliva dripping out of his mouth, eyes staring blankly ahead, mouth twitching.

Inside the emergency room, he just kept on repeating the same thing over and over "Allah Wujud, Qidam, Baqa' ". Okay, that made me turn really sad. Now he's kinda okay. I waited 2 hours in front of the A&E. I miss him. He's in a ward right now, and he's sleeping. I'm going to the hospital to see him tomorrow.

I posted about this stuff on Facebook and Tumblr and Twitter. Nobody gave any respond whatsoever, I just hate you guys. Plain hatred. You don't care about my baby brother, and I won't care about you. So just go on and have a seizure, go into the hospital, and I won't fucking care. I only asked for 10 seconds to spare from you guys to pray for his health. But no. You just can't. Only Syazana prayed.

The others, go away already. You're not my friend if you don't care about the most precious person in my whole life. So there. I said it. This is my blog and I get to say what I feel. Your opinions matter but I won't even give a damn because you don't give anything for my brother.

2 Inovatif 2010

Hello, I'm Dania. I'm in 2 Inovatif 2010, and I fricking love it.

We had this end of year feast at Alamanda Putrajaya yesterday. 11 am. But most of them arrived at 11.20-11.30 am. Pizza Hut. When I was on my way, Aiman called. Turned out, he and Fikri, Adam, and Naim was already there, alone. Haha.

Sarah Athina already reserved the tables for us, 17 people. There's Aiman, Fikri, Adam, Naim, Khairi, Saiful, Afiq, Luqman, me, Siti Sarah, Sarah Athina, Hasya, Adriana, Afrina, Adnin, Adiba, Iman. Ashikin was supposed to come, but she couldn't make it. 3 large pizzas and 3 regular ones. The large ones are all pepperoni and cheese, while the regular ones... I only know the name of one, hawaiian chicken. Soup and coke for each person.

It costs RM216. Sarah Athina sponsored RM50. I used the class money of RM127. And Luqman gave us all a treat with his RM40. The pictures from the feast can be found on my Facebook and Iman's.

After eating, me and Sarah joined the guys. We watched this movie called The Next 3 Days. Kinda boring. Aiman slept while watching it. Even though it's not much, we still enjoyed it. Because we get to meet each other again.

See you guys next year.

Till You're Done

"He's with you till you're done"

I'll put that into mind next time.

Lies All Lies

I thought being friends settles everything. I thought that by being friends, we'd last till the end of the world. But hey, this isn't the first time I'm wrong about things isn't it?

All those promises, all those words. You said you'd buy me an Icy Grape after Eid Al-Fitri. You said you'd bring me to Alamanda to watch Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1, you insisted that I go and you wouldn't go without me. You said in 6 years, you'll go look for me and marry me.

I wonder if all guys make broken promises and go back on their words. It doesn't matter if you didn't say 'I swear', it's still called going back on your words. Gentlemen never go back on their words, ever. So this event just proves to me that you're not a gentleman.

I insisted on waiting 3 years, you didn't want me to. To you, I'm just a nuisance and I'm getting in the way of you focusing on god knows what (I think, no, I know you don't study). I tried reasoning with you, I asked you to study, I asked you not to skip classes. Why? Because I care about you and I want you to be a better person.

I just got over my ex when I met you, you were so understanding, and kind, you listened to all my rants. Then, I had a crush on you. After 2 months of keeping the secret from you, I blurted out. I felt like the luckiest girl alive that night on 11 something PM on someday in September (I decided dates weren't important because I know, deep down that it won't last till the 10th anniversary, but I still had hope). Heck, it didn't even last half a year. I texted you every single day, it was addictive. At first, I wasn't so keen on texting, but you texted me every day, I just replied and replied until then I realized, I'm addicted. It's like a drug, the strongest drug I know. Drugs that makes you cry almost all the time and makes you feel suicidal and you start blaming yourself you feel like you're a worthless living thing if you don't get them.

That is one hell of a drug.

I remember those times when we're both bored to death in June, texting kept us alive, literally. You read the whole post I made, the longest one. You actually read it. Guys don't bother reading other people's rants, especially girls, but you were different.

Were.

Then you left me, you broke off all contact with me. Now I think back of the words "He's not worth it. Leave him." and "You deserve someone better", I'm trying to convince myself that you're really not worth it. It might take time. But yeah. All those marrying me crap, you should have think twice or 10 times before you said it. Don't say you love me if you're going to treat me like this guy did : make me fall in love, leave me, let me be.

This sounds corny but I meant all these words. Why the hell would I tell people lies and get tired posting paragraphs of it? I wouldn't.

I don't tell lies, unlike you, my dear, sweet, honest Adiib.

You said you'd be my friend forever.

Family? Nah

I'm giving up. I can't stand living at my mom's place. I'm gonna take all my stuffs there and move it over here. Next year, my dad's gonna send me to school every morning and I'm gonna stay back at school, he's gonna pick me up in the evening. I know it sucks because having a nearby house is better. I can go to school with a bike, I can ask my maid to send the books I forgot to bring to school.

But I'm ready to give it all up. Because I'd rather live far from school, permanently, than go back to my mom's house.

To whoever reading this, don't judge me, because you don't have the experience of living inside my body, as me. You don't have a separated family, you don't have a bitchy attitude and an urge to swear in diaries when you're mad, you don't have a bitchy little sister who shows your diary about you swearing to your mom, you don't have a mom who treats you like shit.

You might have some of the above, but you definitely don't have all of them. So just STFU.

Thank you

I Am Invisible

*crying*

*sobbing*

*grabbing tissue*

*wiping tears*

*grab another tissue*

*wipes nose*

*sniffs*

What wrong did I do to you that you have to treat me like this? I said at least 5 times I was sorry. I called you countless times. I made wall posts on FB. And you're not responding. You treat me as if I didn't exist.

Watch Your Pants

Liar, liar, pants on fire

You freak. You dare lie to me? You think I'm just gonna sit here doing nothing while you lie to me because you think I love you so much?

Guess again

Note to Self when... Mood Swings

Dear Dania,

Act like a matured person. Yes, you got mad. But act like a matured person.

I'm proud of myself. Ceh mendeeeeee. Haha. But anyway... just try to blend in with the story will you?

I listened to his explanation, which... until now is not explained yet. I didn't storm out of Facebook with stupid thoughts just so he would know I'm mad. That is called a coward. You don't just run away to avoid people's explanation so you can make them feel guilty about it. If they're apologizing, then they're feeling guilty.

I know... Who am I to speak such things? The girl who's constantly swearing, the girl who can't have a stable mood. But I'm saying this as a reminder to MYSELF. This is the only time I act like a matured person, so better make the most of it. So that when I'm acting immature-like again, I can be reminded by reading this post and just calm down.

LOL WTH am I talking about? Haha back to immature again. :)

Voices

I heard voices last night, and it was talking to me. How could it be? I'm all alone in my room and my family's sleeping.

The voice was soft and baby-like. And it was like 'You there, sit there quietly'. I was like 'Who are you talking to? *stiffling laugh'. And the voice 'You, the one laughing there. I laughed a lot last night thanks to the voice. It was kinda offended when I said the voice is like a child's voice. Because it said "aaasaaaal budak kcik laaaa".

Then when I said I wanted to puke when the voice was being... never mind. I asked where is the emoticon for puking. Then the voice made puking sounds which are so unrealistic I laughed.

I desperately wanted to go to the toilet but I was scared (oh please, it's just across the hall). Then it softly said something inaudible. I was like 'WHAT??'. It replied to my question by screaming 'PANDANG BELAKANG!!'. You evil freak. I, an extreme coward, screamed and almost cried that the voice got scared hearing me. Hoho, serve you right.

No offense about the soft and baby-like thing eh, Adiib :P

3/11/10 Audience

Evaluate yourself, please and thank you

Can you see it?

Gratitude

And so, here I am, sitting on the bed, hugging a pillow, watching Kaichou wa Maid-Sama! at Animecrazy.net. Yes I know it might sound pretty boring to you, but I'm planning not to sleep tonight. I'll sleep tomorrow morning, and I'll wake up in the afternoon ~

5 days of holidays after the exams is really relaxing, the heck, it's fun because you don't have to worry about studying or anything anymore. To celebrate my gratitude, I'm recording a song on the piano.

Just for the end of exam's sake :)

Haunted

I can't get Taylor Swift's Haunted out of my head.

The song Haunted haunts my mind. Hey, I like the sentence. Haha. Even right now, I'm listening to the song. It's there on my Tumblr , and this blog got this song too. Hee.

So, yesterday I revamped this blog, and today, I revamped my Tumblr :) I kinda like the results. Feel free to visit my Tumblr anytime. And don't forget to say Hi there.

What a Pal

Sarah caused all of this.

STOP IT ALREADY, BITCH

Don't provoke me about Adiib. Never, or I swear you'll bleed on Monday. Stop saying you're going to be his 4th wife. You know perfectly well he's mine. And you already know how much it hurts to have your head being hit at the back loads of time.

I won't hesitate to do that again.

Her provocations made me post stuffs on Facebook that can be deleted from the sites, but not from the minds of 2 Wibawa students, boys especially.

Thanks a load, Sarah. Now I'm mad at Adiib because of you. Congratulations. As a reward, you'll get this huge smack at the back of the head on Monday.

Accomplished

I feel like I've accomplished a few achievements. Okay it's not a big deal but I'm posting to show I'm bacccck.

Yes, the one-month ban from the Internet has been lifted *angels singing*. The one-week PMR subject End of Year Examinations just ended yesterday. My class was hectic after the KH paper. So much for 2 Inovatif.

Aaaaand if you noticed, I redecorated my blog! Okay not a really big deal, but since I'm the owner, I have the right to brag about my creations and creativity *HHH*.

So far I got nothing interesting, so this post ends here. Just you wait, when it's the school holidays, I'll post so much you'll get tired reading this. Just you wait...

Tantrums Volume I : Resolved

I find it cheating to delete posts about feelings when we are much calmer. I don't know, I just think of it that way.

It turns out his phone battery is out. That explains the texts. And he was online 18 minutes ago to help his friend on FB. Now he's chatting with me and he knew I was mad at him, and he said he's sorry.

Problem solved. Stay tuned for Tantrums Volume II, if there's any.

:P

Tantrums Volume I

I don't even know where to start! I'm fricking pissed at him. Yes, HIM. Let's start by introducing him, okay?

He is :

• the guy I think about before I go to sleep
• the guy I skip class just to walk by his class

Yes, this guy is my crush. Just because he got jealous yesterday doesn't mean he can just ignore me like this! Oh he is so gonna get my sweet revenge. Nobody messes with me and gets away with it.

I text him like, every single day? So it's like a part of my life. But today, I woke up at 7.30 am and I remembered he said he's going to his friend's house at 7.30 to play PS. I didn't wanna disturb his 'winning' or 'losing' or whatever moment, so I stayed quiet. After I got to Atiqah's house, I texted him to see if he's finished playing, he said not yet.

And now he's not replying my texts and when I just went online, I saw he was online 18 minutes ago.

$%&@*^%

*not swearing*

bye.

Redecorating? Nah

Ever since I got a Twitter account, I can't think of anything to post on this blog. I mean, I post almost everything on my Twitter that I don't have anything else worth posting here. I thought about posting about my one-month ban but it's just gonna make my blog much, much, much more boring.

I thought about redecorating my blog but... I don't know. I'm not using my own laptop here so I don't have the Photoscapes and Paint.nets for the header. Yeah, maybe later? Decorating is just not fit for my state right now. In the meantime, those who have a Tumblr account can still see me update :)

Step 3 : Epic Fail

I am a human. I have my own doubts. Sometimes I'm very childish. I skip classes just for the heck of it. No, step 3 has not arrived. I can't focus on not swearing and not skipping classes at the same time. I'll turn nuts.

Talking with guys, I understand them better than I understand most girls. Because girls always have mood swings which are confusing. Oh please don't tell me I have to record their period dates?

HECK NO.

But when I'm talking to him, it's a whole new level. Last night I didn't understand the jealousy of guys, but thank you, someone very, very nice for telling me. Now I do. And I am effing loving this info XD

I skipped class today. By now you guys should feel it's nothing out of the ordinary. I wanted to skip class before BM and after Maths. But the teacher miraculously arrived early, I was like 'Oh .....'. I didn't swear. I said to Sarah, 'aaww... I really wanted to skip class before the teacher comes'

And she said 'then let's go, like, now'.

"the teacher's here already"

"NOW"

and she dragged me out of the back door when the teacher is walking to the teacher's desk, she's not facing us. So yeah, we got away XD Aswan yelled 'hey where are you going?!' but we just ignored it. I was really excited because I got away. Ha.

We spent a lot of time outside class and walked super slow like a, yes, snail so as to waste as much BM time as possible. When we got back, we just went inside the back door and the teacher didn't even notice. Yay to us!

P/S : please do not copy any of the acts above if you have never experienced skipping class or if you just started skipping classes recently. thank you.

Change

I kinda miss the old me. I was nice. I seldom said no to any help requests. I didn't curse. Ditch that, I never cursed. I don't skip classes. I don't bully guys. I don't talk a lot loudly. I got straight A's. Oh please, every teacher who taught me in primary school will say I'm nice.

Now, it's a different story. I'm like Satan's mistress. I swear too much, your ears will hurt if you are near me. Ask Atiqah. I skip BM classes. After 10-20 minutes of the class, then I will come in. Then I got my payment by getting a big fat B for that subject. What a spoiler.

Just now, a 13-year old made me realize what a monster I'm turning myself into. Don't judge her, she's nice. And I thank her. Yeah, I'm really grateful to her. She made me realize how much I missed my old self. So now, I decided, I'm going to change. Change for the better.

Bit by bit.

1. Stop swearing.

2. Ignore all blue-related topics.

3. Stop skipping classes

I save the hardest for last. Really, I really, really can't stand BM that I just can't help skipping it ><>

Pray for my success, Atiqah? =) Thank you.

Tweet

I have been updating my Twitter a lot lately. Partly because I couldn't update my Tumblr so I have a lot more free time. Seriously, I can continue updating my Tumblr for hours and hours without stopping, sometimes I update my Tumblr from 8 in the morning till 8 pm. Tumblr has been slow ever since I got here.

This post is really a short one, I really don't know what to put in here besides swearing about my personal life which is completely none of your effing business but you know about it already since my mouth is sealed so I typed it away without caring who will read that, okay yeah I blabber my mouth about it to my friends and anybody who will care but I don't really care because this is my blog and I can post what the fuck I want.

Wow, that's a long sentence. Longest I have constructed. LOL. TTFN

Chores

Today is a boring day. There, I went straight to the damn point. I was woken up for sahur at what time only Allah and my mom knows. I thought it was my friend pulling my leg, so I smiled. Then I heard mummy's voice 'sahur',the smile disappeared and I woke up with a big blurred expression on my face. I went to the toilet to wash my face etc. and I saw my hair. Wow I thought.

After I reaaaaally woke up for the day, mummy asked me to put on the bedsheets for the bed in the room which Pak Long would sleep in. I was like yeah, yeah, I'd do it with a sleepy face. After I took a bath, I went straight to the bedroom and put on the bedsheets with a lot of effort (pathetic). Last night I had to put on the bedsheets for 3 beds. When 1 was done, I was like yessssss!! then I looked to the left and saw 2 more beds I said alaaaaa... lagi 2.

Today when I was doing my homework (yeah I have tons of them) I was disturbed. I was asked to put on the hooks for the curtains, and hang them up. Then pull them down, fix the hooks again, and hang them up again. God, can't I do it just once??? Alhamdulillah I only had to do it for 2 rooms. One room has 4 curtains and the other room had 5. But it was kinda cool anyway, because I don't get to do this kinda stuff at home.

And now, I'm at the salon (again). My cousin wanted to perm her hair just. like. mine. Haha. Jealous much? LOL JK. I'm only doing this post because I'm bored. TTFN. =)

The Human That Disgusts Me

You guys know the girl who started this war? Yeah it was fun at the beginning. But it's really starting to get on my nerves. I'm lucky I have friends nice enough to back me up. Yeeesh, I hate the girl like hell.

At first she liked Daniel, but Daniel didn't like her. I don't give a damn. She asked Daniel to be her stepbrother, Daniel didn't want to. He asked me to give him reasons so he could give em to Alicia. I said 'Just tell her I don't allow it.'. And so he did. Then she started hating me. Well, she already started hating me when Daniel rejected her.

Let's continue. Then when Ariff defended me on Formspring, she asked Ariff on Formspring why did he chose me instead of her. Hello, that's my boyfriend. And you never even knew him. Moreover, you sweared at him. You really don't know any shame huh, bitch? She already has a boyfriend : Muhammad Danial Boboy. And now she's still angry because of her ex-crush Daniel? Oh god, BITCH, STOP IT. You don't deserve anybody if you have a boyfriend but you still want people's boyfriend and you still have a crush on somebody else.

You don't pity your current boyfriend? I wonder what will he do if he knows that? I'm gonna show you guys some proof that this Danial Boboy is her boyfriend. Don't you guys feel sorry for him. He got a bitch who doesn't know how to appreciate the things she has. Oh yeah, Eira. I noticed that you're friends with this Danial. Do you mind telling me who he is actually?

Then she started talking about assholes. God, I think her brain's contaminated. To think that a 13 year old talking about that kind of stuff? It's just plain gross. She doesn't know how to respect her elders, I expect.

Allah, I hate her.

If she isn't destroyed, I'll destroy her. In whatsoever way. Come and see me. And I'll crush that girl to pieces with no feeling of pity whatsoever.

She disgusts me.

I wish I never knew Daniel. It has brought me more miseries than happiness. There are more than Alicia's unreasonable tantrums.

Wishes Under the Night Sky

This morning (2 am is still morning, look at the 'am'), I got into a bit of misunderstanding. It was all due to my emotional breakdown at 12 after telling Atiqah about my... um, state of health. Then I was kinda moody because I was reminded of my state of health. I forget about it when I'm enjoying myself. But Atiqah needs to know. She deserves to know, as my best friend.

Enough with my health, I'm gonna tell you about the misunderstanding this morning. Okay, correction. I'm gonna tell you how I feel about the misunderstanding this morning. As usual, I'll get all touchy and sensitive when I'm going to sleep. So it happens a boy and a word came by. I got all moody because I thought he didn't like it and... well I still think he doesn't like it, even though he said he does.

He said he's sorry, I won't listen (Usually I'd give in, but since there was an emotional breakdown...). He said he's sorry, still not listening. He said he's sorry, I said if he says another 'sorry', I'm gonna force him to say ____. It's private, I'm not gonna tell you!! Then he said okay, but he's still sorry. I said 'You said sorry! Now say _____. Say it. Now' and he was 'Do I really need to say it? ______ hurm... *dead*'. Ouch that really hurts. I've been wanting to hear those from him so bad I'll give away my... uh... my glasses (I'll buy a new one anyway) to hear those words. But he said it in a 'oh-i-so-dont-want-to-say-this' kinda way.

Then I sulked, I sulked so bad. His 'haha's were no longer there in the texts I got. Then he said 'Ok I'll say it ______ bye' after I sulked for... 45 minutes? LOL I don't know. I was so devastated because he's using the words just to persuade me not to sulk. Not out of sincerity. I was devastated, you know, devastated. Then I said I'm sorry, it's my fault. I just realized it's my fault and I'm the one to blame for my own feelings.

Then my phone battery went low and I can't reply to his message wishing me goodnight. He sent another message saying he's sorry (again...). Then I got up from my bed, walked in the dark, almost fell down, stumbling on things, sneezing all the time, groping for my phone charger. I plugged in the charger at the socket used to plug in the TV wire. Then I replied his message. He didn't reply. I waited there, in front of the tv, sitting against the wall, on the carpet. No blankets, I was too tired to go get one. Gosh it was cold over there. I just hugged myself asleep.

When I got up a couple of minutes later, it was great. I got a fever. Nice. Just what I needed. After not getting his reply for ... (sorry I didn't count again), I lied down on my bed, pulled the blanket over my head, and tried to sleep. I tried, but I couldn't. Then I started wishing. I wish my 'disease' came back and I'm not here but at the hospital, or clinic, or in an isolated room.

I wished I was dead.

Thank you for reading this useless diary of mine.

Formspring War I

This evening, there's the Formspring War I. Cool huh? It's between me and Alicia Zikriela SMITH. Gosh, I don't know why she insists on putting an English name when she's got a proper Muslim name to be proud of? Now look what she's gotten herself into. My friends are teasing her name. Serves her right.

Really, I don't know what's gotten into her head. All of a sudden she starts attacking me on Formspring. She called me a bitch. God her English sucks and she says 'BTW, my english is way better than yours so fuck yourself'. How can I fuck myself, please tell me?

You can read the details at my Formspring account here. All questions are welcomed on my Formspring. If you want to send a hate message, go ahead I don't mind. But someone else might. I got more than 5 people backing me up just now. So, what do you think?

But today is really fun. Just a single hate message on Formspring created all this chaos. Oh right, I wanted to tell you about Alicia. She's only 13. She likes Daniel but Daniel doesn't like her so she hates me. After being rejected in love, she wanted him to be his stepbrother. Well, I did something. But just to help him, not of my own accord. He didn't want to in the first place and asked me to give him reasons so he could use them.

Sorry Daniel, but I just need to post that. Since then, she hated me even more. Here's something, try to understand it :

Dot err offer beach.

If you can understand it, good for you. I love the guys/gals who defended me back there. Love you.

Brown Crown

I just got back from the hairdressing salon. My cousin and younger sis also went there to get a haircut. I went there to get my hair permed. I love it when my hair gets pampered.

Guess how long did styling my hair took? Well, give up? It's

two and a half hours.

Haha, did that spoil your guessing? Thought so. You probably saw that first before you read this whole post. I really can't sit still, can I? The whole time when my hair is not being pampered, I'll turn around, stretch, change sitting positions, sway my body left and right. Really, I can never sit still.

But the waiting was worth it. Oh yeah, my hair was permed at the back, and at the front it was straight but curled at the end. Don't even try imagining it. I never ever imagined my hair would be in this hairstyle. My hair got washed twice.

Did you remember I dyed my hair once in burgundy? Well, the chemicals they put on my hair to perm it washed a bit of the dye. But it was a long time since I dyed my hair anyway, so who cares?

Bye.

So, yesterday was the last day of school. School was fun yesterday, all the laughing and stuffs. Up till now, I've got 6 results. And... I regret not studying like hell for Sejarah and KH. I'm going down and down and down... I'm determined to study hard for the final exam.

This time it's for real, no more bluffing, Dania. The only papers I haven't know my results are BM (lafhskfahskfajw) and Maths. I won't tell you guys (Atiqah, Syazana, Lee, readers) my results out of fear being called 'bajet'. I won't even answer if you ask me, so don't bother. I think only my classmates know my results.

Enough about test papers, let's talk about yesterday. Yesterday during PK (last period), I was bored. Then my friends asked me to join them. At first we played Clap 369. You don't need to know how to play it. It's kinda complicated to explain, ya know? The next game we played is Bom Ba Cheep. Aiman won 2 (I think) out of 3 games. Saiful said 'If Bom Ba Cheep' was played in the Olympics, Ghana would win'. For those who don't understand this, I'll give you a clue : Aiman's skin color is _______.

After that, we played Banana Fried (Adriana accidentally pronounced it like this instead of Fried Banana). When it comes to 'pendek', my group continued with 'pendek Aiman'. Yeah, we love teasing Aiman. Oh oh, there's this one. 'Suck' -> 'suck you' -> 'you' -> 'you bitch'. Haha no offense to anyone. My class is like that all the time.

So yeah, yesterday was fun. Sorry for the bitch part.

I Need Answers

Why is he so damn nice? I feel super major guilty when he says sorry and it's his fault. It's my fault for starting it. I was the one who started getting all sensitive about some stupid unrelated unimportant things. Then I get mad. Then I went all silent. Then he said he's sorry. After that, I feel guilty.

So damn fucking guilty.

God, why did you create him to be so nice? I feel guilty when he says sorry.

Black and White

There will be no lame introduction to this post. I'll just go straight to the point.

I got a guitar.

Okay now the description. I've been waiting for the guitar hmm.. let's see... 3 months ago? And I've been asking my mom ever since 'When do I get my guitar?' and my mom will make up excuses like... well, you don't necessarily need to know.

At first she said she'll get me the guitar after June. Then just before the end of June, she said is it okay to buy the guitar after JULY. I was still okay. Then she said she's gonna buy it after Aidilfitri. I was like... whadddddderrrrfffffu-- but I didn't say it. I just sulked.

Then yesterday, the glorious day of Sunday. Yesterday morning, I dreaded the time I would have to leave for Mummy's house. I didn't even get the chance to go online in the morning. Sure, I slept at 2.30 am but I still consider that as 'night'. I have guitar lessons that day at 11 am. And, since my dad is working (he's getting paid to paint the company's floor because the company didn't want to pay a contractor 100k+ to paint it, so they decided to buy their own paint and pay their own workers for painting them), my mom has to pick me up.

When she called to say my aunt is coming to pick us (my cousin, me, my sis and

my maid), I was like... -_- <--- that. But anyway I got ready and w

hen I got into the car, my aunt said mom needs to go to Kajang for handling some guitar. I thought it was my step dad's guitar when I saw the case. So I don't give a damn. Then when my mom puts the case in the trunk I asked my aunt what's wrong with the guitar (I still think it's my step dad's guitar). She said it's mine and I was like :O (try typing it in a YM chat box and the emoticon you get is my expression).

So, you don't need to know what's wrong with the guitar. There's no

thing wrong with it, just my mom was uncertain of some things. So I went to my guitar lesson br

inging that guitar and when I finally opened it up I fell in love. LOL. I'll be making good use of it. Thank you for reading this particularly long post about 'How I Discovered My Brand New Guitar'.

I didn't describe the guitar. So see it for yourself. And what you see is what I have.

Please ignore my bedsheet. TQ =P

FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUU

I'm not swearing. No, I'm not. I just said FFFFFUUUU. No other thing. I hate exams. I hate em. I hate studying for exams.

I have to distance myself from the Internet. I think I'm gonna cry. Nah forget it. There's the August test this Monday and I only studied a teensy weensy bit that you have to look through a microscope to see how much I studied.

This quarantine hosted by me had better be worth it. If I don't get straight A's for this test, I swear I'm gonna swear. LOL nice one.

I got one last word for this Blogger today :

Dayyum

I am going to do some selfish opinions. So if you don't mind, please leave.

I seriously am freaking bored. I don't get it. People and their obsessions. I don't care if it's a good thing or a bad thing or a wasteful thing, I still hate it. I don't hate the people who are obsessed, I hate the fact that they're obsessed. And sometimes, just sometimes, it makes me hate their obsession even if it's the thing I like.

Like when girls get so damn obsessed with Korean stuffs. I tried asking one of them what's so special, she said... well I forgot what she said. I always forget stuffs which I don't give a damn. It's like everything in their life is Korean stuffs.They have the posters, they use Korean themes in their mobile phones.

Oh for God's sake, I admit it, I hate K-Pop. Do not preach to me about Korean stuffs or a punch will land on your face.

And I don't get it... Guys with their football obsessions. Please, don't make me hate football as much as I hate K-Pop...

That is all. Thank you.

Am I Crazy?

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Am I crazy? I haven't eat rice since 13th August 2010 at 5 am.

And I haven't eaten anything since yesterday from 8.15pm-today 7.30 pm except a packet of chocolates. The chocettes by Cadbury. That's all. No sahur.

Wow I can't believe I didn't eat... Usually I just eat, eat, eat and eat. Now it's just... I can't quite put it down.

This is another shocking news for my friends who really know me: I only drank 7 glasses of water in 2 days.

Usually it's 5 in 7 hours. I am going crazy...

The Little Shut Eye

I can't believe it. I was just gonna get a LITTLE shut-eye while Adiib replies my message on Facebook. Well, so I did. The problem is, my shut eye lasted for 3 hours. It started on 4.45 or so in the morning till 7.30 in the morning. I just lied on my front, my hands curled under my body and the top of my head touching the laptop. I didn't move for 3 hours.

Wow am I still alive? JK of course I am. Or AM I??? OK this is seriously freaking me out. I'm in a bad mood because

• I didn't reply Adiib's messages on FB.
• I didn't reply Syazana's IM on FB.
• I didn't reply Safi's IM on FB.
• I didn't reply Fikri's IM on FB before he gets to idle mode.
• I replied Khor's IM 7 minutes late.

Seriously, do they all have to send me IMs early in the morning? Try sending it to me again, when I'm awake.

Sorry, Adiib.

The Moment

This moment sucks. You know what moment this is? It's period time for me. And I'm hating every cursed second of it.

I hate it when...

• I get mad over stupid things I never cared about.
• I get sad when people doesn't reply my messages or IMs.
• I get frustrated when I wrote a 'u' instead of 'a' and even though it's corrected, I still hate the visible flaw.

BUT

there's a downside as well as an upside of things.

Like...

• I get super duper happy when I can see the person I want to see on the 3rd floor.
• I get excited over little things.
• the happy feeling I get lasts longer.
• it's harder to spoil my happy feeling during this time.

OK, OK I get it. I should probably learn my lesson now and just shut up. But this is my blog. So wheeee! Bye, bye.

Flying

Yesterday there was the stupid sekolah ganti. I, of course, came. But what really bugs me the most is that my class, 2 Ino, have to merge with 2 Kar. It's not like they're bad or anything, it's just that I get super bored when I'm in their class. Sorry 2 Karisma girls. But you guys don't talk a lot. And did anybody pay any attention to me?

NOOOOO

Yes, it's a no. That is why I ran away to my class in Agama period. To talk with my fellow classmates. I ran away, never intending to come back. After recess, I kinda went inside 2 Karisma. Then... I LOVE YOU, Puan Suriyati! We, Inovatif-ans, went back to our original class. Then we went to PSS, APD room, and back to class and back to PSS. When 2 Opt's class teacher asked the guys of our class what class they're from, I was scared to death, knowing each and every member of 2 Inovatif was skipping class, yes, all 14 of them.

We were all scared to go back to Karisma in fear of being scolded by Puan Norlina... When it's time for Mathematics, we all lined up (no, really) and went back to class. Because Puan Zainab is the only one who can protect us from Puan Norlina. We went to take our bagpacks under the name of Puan Zainab. Adiib, kantoi ponteng kelas =P

Yeah, well, that's what happened at school yesterday.

Guess

I was just brainstorming for what the heck am I gonna post on this blog. Then I got it. It's purple and black. It's got sparkly things on top of it. It's got a comb-like black part. Guess what it is. The pic below probably was the first thing you saw, so it spoiled it all. Nyway, I captured this using my hand phone camera so the quality sucks. SUCKS. I was too lazy to get my camera, charge it, wait for a few hours, capture it. Serves me right.

Whatever, bye-bye.

Formspring

OK,

I'm thinking of whether to write in this blog using BM or English like I always do. You guys don't like reading paragraphs n paragraphs of English right? I'm referring to u, Adiib :)

Aw damn it. I just got this huge inspiration to write about the Qiamullail, then 5 seconds ago my dad yelled for me to get ready so I could go back to boredom (mom's place).

Well, I'll see if I'm hardworking to do it tomorrow after school...

Hey, hey, hey! I created a Formspring.me account :)

Envy

I'm sure, someone is envious of my free time. And I know who that person is. Or should I say...personS? Can you guess who they are. Correct. They are the teachers who dominate our teenage life. Honestly, can't you give us a break?

If you count, we have endured almost 8 months of torture in the dull, rectangular building. That means we have only about 3 months of torture from the envious teachers. Just because I'm in 2 Innovative doesn't mean I love studying, I love reading, I love doing work, I love doing assignments. Heck, I'm not even hardworking.

I HATE studying, I HATE doing work, I HATE doing on-paper assignments. Though I might reconsider the more fun ones. Right now, I'm trying not to sleep face-flat on my KH notebook. It's torture to my already half-damages eyes. I regret not doing my work till the last minute, whatever, I'm gonna sleep at 12 anyway. BTW, now it's 11:49 pm. Only 11 more minutes.

I knew I'm never gonna finish it anyway, so might as well not finish it tonight. Tomorrow evening, I'm gonna do homework till my eyes close on their own (not till I die).

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

BTW, I hate school.

Someday

I'm learning HTML by myself via web. Sure, the 1st things u learn are simple. But it gets tougher. Anyway, I'm gonna try experimenting here.

Shoot, the experimenting can't be done here. I suppose it only works for web pages? But you'll see, someday, I'll create a theme by myself. I'll be sure to post about it on Blogger.

I really want a simple Tumblr but it's pretty at the same time, that's why I decided, I'm gonna create one by myself.

Wish me luck!

Tumblr

My Tumblr is not working. All Tumblrs in this world is not working. Apparently they're under some sort of maintenance.

So I'll just type in Blogger. Put some pics here and there, edit the template. Yeah, editing the template is the major difference huh?

Below is one of the pics from one of my favorite Tumblrs. The URL is just below. I love Tumblr so much I've abandoned Blogger... Who cares anyw

ay, it's not like tons of people read this stuff anyway.

My Tumblr!

Haha LOL.

I.T. I.S.....

Apparently, someone very nice gave my number to Daniel. No wonder she was so enthusiastic to get my number. I'm sorry, certain someone, but I don't like it.

I really don't like it.

Because you know what? The first text I got was a question. It has the same meaning as am I Fathin. The sight of her name made me knew. That is Daniel.

That really made me mad. I'm not being sarcastic or whatever. I'm not screaming "OMG Daniel just texted me!!!" in my head. I'm not glad. I'm not sad. I'm not happy for all that matters.

I AM FREAKING ANGRY.

I don't care if you are Daniel, certain someone, Ama, Atiqah, Adiib, Syazana. I don't care who you are. This is what I'm feeling right now.

The ultimate thanks goes to Atiqah Abd Rahim and Muhammad Nur Fikri for cheering me up.

2010 FIFA World Cup

I can't believe I thought football was a boredom. I just watched the first match ever that I didn't give up or sleep during the match. I watched the Finals for the 2010 FIFA World Cup. And I'm satisfied with myself. I supported Spain. And Spain won!!!

ILY Spain!!!

I LOVE YOU

Haha, when Spain goaled, I screamed with a voice so loud and high-pitched, my dad who was sleeping soundly, woke up. You can imagine that. I didn't turn off the TV just yet. I waited till the trophy was handed over to the team, then I was satisfied.

The match's just over so I can't expect a pic of them holding the trophy available on the internet. I googled it. Just now. I'll google it again whenever. So, just for now, the pic's gotta wait.

OK, GOT IT. I still love you, Spain.

Here's the pic of the team captain, Iker Casillas holding the trophy. Surprisingly, my class today is not noisy talking about FIFA. Anyway, I still get my moment (last night and this morning when I shouted to Syazana that Spain won)

No offense Syazana =D

P/S: I love you, Spain

Neighbors

OK, I know that I still haven't made a post about the weekly highlights. So I'm just gonna make it simple coz my hands are cold and stiff. Hmm.. better warm em first. 1..2...3... OK done. Only warmed a bit. Oh see, now it's cold again. You want me to put my hands over open fire??

So, anyway, this week's just a typical, average week. Are u kidding me? No week is typical and average when you're me. I think our principal has had it with us students. She said 'kepala otak awaklah' during the assembly. She was freakin mad at the naughty students.

I also discovered on how to answer the question "What date is it?" when it's either Aswan or Saiful asking it. Lemme make a demonstration. If today Saiful asks

"Weh hari ni berape hb?". Me or Aswan will answer "Uh... 27 England kalah, jadi hr ni... 4 July" and Aiman would just lower his head pretending he doesn't care. We know he's not mad, we're just joking. We means Saiful, Aswan, Aiman and yeah, me.

I found out Aiman's nickname! It's spelled like this.

Epul loves calling him that. When I asked why, he said because Aiman is kinda similar to that guy. And I was like, what's the same. He said skin tone. I laughed hard.

And guess what? I got new neighbours. Aiman and Aswan. Well, practically not that kind of neighbours. They just sorta moved behind me seat in class. Ama and Sarah went to join the girls-dominating-the-row row. So leaving me in the boys-rule-here row. Well, Evangeline sits next to me. But she doesn't talk much. So that means when I'm bored (practically all the time), I'll lean on the wall and turn my head to my left (Aiman) and I'll talk to him. He's cool. Oh God if he reads this he's so gonna be proud of himself.

He's always asking me for help and I'm so kind I'll help him. Here's a simple example of us fighting. Aiman asks "Pukul berape, bitch?". I'll answer "Berani ko pgl aku bitch!".

Aiman: Eh, eh silap

Dania: *ignoring*

Aiman: Aku ckp kat botol tu la

Dania: Ha suruh la botol tu jawab

Aiman: Cpat la, pukul brape syg?

Dania: Sruh botol tu jwb, aku xnak jwb

Aiman: Aku da pgl ko syg kan

Dania: Sblom uh ko pgl aku bitch

Aiman: Tu saje je. Kan da pgl syg

Dania: *in thoughts: i give up, no point fighting* *shows watch*

Aiman: Ok thx

Yeah, we're freaks. Haha