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 :)