A Walk to Remember

I just finished A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks. I like reading books slowly. Mostly because I know when I finish a book, I'll be back to my boring self again and I won't know what to do. And I like to absorb the book as much as I can, or more like, let myself get absorbed into the book.

Like other Nicholas Sparks books, I cried reading it. Sorry Adriana, I don't want to get laughed at by crying in class because of a book. But the tears aren't pouring down so you won't be that disappointed.

I'm memorising my public speaking speech on caffeine. I'll post it on my blog for good time's sake after I give the speech to my teacher. And I made the school spelling team. Okay it's just for MELTA not Spell-it-Right.

Keeper

I'm never a person who's good with words. I just shut up when I don't know what to say. And I have to admit I suck in giving advices. So people should seldom ask me for advices.

When I'm depressed, I'll throw it down, down, deep inside my heart. And when it's full, which is, very rare, I'll let it all out. I'm a keeper, not a passer. Get it? I keep all my feelings and it hurts me more. I don't like, feel one thing then I'll brush it off and I won't be affected by it.

So, the problem is, how do I let it all out? I read books, really emotional books that can make me cry. I don't know why, but it makes me feel better and my heart feels lighter after that. Or I'll play the piano or listen to songs. But books are, by far, the best.

I think I'm writing this because I've been reading a lot of emotional books like Dear John, The Last Song and A Walk to Remember. Hehe, don't mind me.

Life Goals

So, I know my ranking for this test. And I know the chances are slim, but...

I hope it stays on that ranking, just with higher marks. And I hope that it'll boost when it comes to my PMR. I hope it won't go down, down, down next year since it'll be like, really different when I step into Form 4. I hope I get excellent results, and by excellent, I mean, straight A PLUS for my PMR and SPM. I hope I can get a scholarship to Australia. And I hope I can be a botanist, an expert one, if possible. I hope I can live my life fully and have more "I'm thankful"s than "I regret"s. I hope I'll get married one day to a good man. I hope I won't die because of cancer. I hope I won't smoke. I hope my mom will live to see me get married, and have kids. I hope people will remember something nice when they hear my name. I hope I'll do more goods and if possible, no sins. I hope I'd be placed among the people who will go into heaven. I hope my mom will go to heaven. I hope my mom will be free of her sufferings. I hope people will remember me after I'm gone and no longer here.

Those, the extra-long paragraph, are the goals in my life. I hope I'll get all of them.

Ameen.

Dear John

I've been reading a lot lately. It's good, isn't it? I read a book at school and I cried, again. Nicholas Sparks is really good at making me cry.

Adriana laughed at me. Amalia understands me since she's so passionate about books too. So, I've gone blank as to what to type here. Maybe it's because when I read books, my mind moves over so there's a place in my head for a mini-theater.

That's why I cried. The feelings, the setting, all of them being so vivid I can't help feeling the same way as the person in the book. Yeah... and I've finished reading Dear John. I'll read A Walk to Remember later today.

Cooperation Much?

Not to brag, but I finished my soal selidik for KGT. And I got the paper for it today. Quick, eh? Sarah and I went out of my house and ventured around Seksyen 4 Tambahan, asking for random people (mostly shopkeepers) to fill it in. Some were genuinely busy, so they can't help it. Some gave full cooperation. Some are watching TV and eating snacks and they said they have a lot of work.

I know, I'm just being spiteful. And I kinda like it, yeah? I bought a new book yesterday, at Kinokuniya. I got RM100 from my parents (combined, bukan anak lord ye nak sorang2 tibai RM100) because of my results teehee love you mum and dad ♥.

The book is called 'A Walk to Remember' by, you guessed it, Nicholas Sparks. I'm currently reading Dear John, it's not so appealing compared to The Last Song, but still, it's good.

I haven't finished my essay which I have to pass up tomorrow. It's halfway done and the book is open, just like that next to me, with my pen. I'm sorry the laptop is much more attractive than you are, Respon Terbuka book.

The Last Song

I cried. Yesterday. Reading a book.

The title of the book is The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks. I cried before going to tuition, inside my room. And when I was in the living room, before tuition, in front of Sarah, or more like, behind her. She said my eyes went really red, and I was sooooo teary.

And I cried again after tuition, inside my room. The book is sooo sad. Now I'm listening to the song When I Look at You by Miley Cyrus from the movie adapted from the same book. And I feel like crying again.

I wanna watch the movie.

I don't understand it when I tell people are like "you cried reading a BOOK?". Face it people. Some people are like real bookworms. Some people can get really absorbed into a book. They can like feel the setting, imagine it, crystal clear. Some can even smell the waves on the shore. Like that.

Some people don't like reading books. Like my mom. She doesn't understand why I cried reading a book. Books are better than movies. Especially if the author is super epic at tugging readers' heartstrings, like J.K. Rowling (the most epic author of all times) and Nicholas Sparks.

I'll just end this post abruptly if you don't mind. If you do, I don't care I'm gonna end it abruptly anyway.

Enjoy the song.

Numb

A lot of tension have been building up inside of me. And I don't know how long I can hold it. With the constant laughing, noise, hatred.

I feel like giving up, turning myself numb. Not able to hear their laughs, not able to feel hatred, not able to see their faces. It hurts and it's making me depressed.

Impossible

I'm getting lazier and lazier to post stuffs here. Mostly because I think no one reads my rants, which is probably true.

Fikri didn't come yesterday and today. So I, as assistant monitor, have to do most of the stuffs. But Aiman and Adriana helped.

I'm reading The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks. I know I directly refused to read non-magical/fantasy-related books last year, but I've changed (ceh mende). I started reading non-magical-or-fantasy-related books during the kinda-end of last year, beginning with 'Remember Me?' by Sophie Kinsella. And inside the flight to Malaysia from Zurich, I listened to a whole audio book, titled 'Twenties Girl' by Sophie Kinsella. So, you can say I've been more interested in those books or more like, matured. Choose what suits you.

And I'm constantly listening to Impossible and Perfect Nightmare by Shontelle. Mostly because most of the lyrics apply to me. Impossible, I was lied to and got heartbroken. Perfect Nightmare, I'm absolutely in love with someone who I'm not supposed to fall in love with.

End rant

Shoes Off

I got all my results. And alhamdulillah I'm kinda satisfied with them. If you know my twitter or you're a classmate of mine, you'll know my results.

I came back to school at 2.40 to help my classmates with the banner for Maulidur Rasul. But we ended up not painting it because there's not enough people. We just made some extra sketches. I draw a tasbih :)

Then I went to Balai Seri Wawasan to hang out with Adleena. Then Adiib and Shifaa came. No comment. Here's the best part. When Adiib wanted to leave, Adleena waved bye-bye at him. She took my hand to wave at him. But I was holding my shoe. So the shoe was like, in front of her face. I laughed like a madman *still laughing* .

Don't ask why I was holding my shoe. I have my own reasons. Then I hang out with her at the Susur Gajah till she went back home.

Full Name

So, the first day of school huh? Not so good and not so bad. So-so. I got my Science paper and English paper. Now I have to wait for BM and Agama. Curious curious.

Folio questions were distributed, explanations were... explained. Yeah, that was today. I'm still pissed. I'm pissed because...

apparently most people don't know how to spell out my name. Even the ones who remembered it and has typed it down in texts or instant messages. You know you're the one I mean when you read this.

The story begins like this, on a sunny mid-morning, Fikri and I was called out of class to write down our names for the list of class monitors and assistant monitors. During that moment, I wasn't pissed yet. Then, during 3 Inovatif's History extra class, a boy called Rashad from 3 Optimis came. He called for me. He asked for my full name. I asked him why. He said this person wants it. And I was like in my heart "he didn't remember my full name, gth". But I wrote my name down anyway. And do you have any idea how pissed I am? That person knows my full name but he forgot it. What, short term memory loss? Probably. The thing that makes me more pissed is I have to write my full name, which is SEVEN words long :

WAN NUR DANIA BINTI WAN MUHMAD RIZUAN

See that? I should have brought my name stamp along to school. Then when I went downstairs after extra class, I saw Idan. He asked my what my full name is. I didn't get mad at him, since I don't have to freaking write it down. He said that person wanted to make a list of monitors and assistant monitors. And I was like (in my heart) I wrote my name in that list already, why won't you believe the actual person who wrote that name? Dammit.

/end rants

Bowling

I went bowling today. Hehe. I beat my dad in the first game and he made a comeback in the second and third games. I went with my dad (obv) and Sarah. We went to Mines, it was fully booked. Warta, not opened yet. Then we went to Alamanda with low hopes. We weren't disappointed.

We played 3 games. After bowling, we went to TCRS to eat. Sarah doesn't like grass jelly haha. And I finished her drink because, well, for those who know me well enough, my body needs like, a whole lotta water everyday.

I bought a magazine, Seventeen. The clothes in them asdfghjkl I want them soooo bad. But, I have control over myself. Hedonism, hedonism. Now I know where to buy that magazine. And I saw Daiyan Trisha in that issue.

That SMS

This is the main reason you shouldn't trust people. The person who you thought was so nice, actually lied to you. Big time. Now you're hurt, again.

So, remember the words of this person you love. Remember those, okay?

Don't trust people so easily.

Oh Allah, I can't thank you enough for showing this person into my life, making those words by that person much more easy to absorb. I'll remember that for the rest of my life...

OWH Video

Oh, the video of the program is on the Internet. The file size must be huge :/ Sorry, I'm making way too many posts about this, but I can't help it. I like, want to cherish everything :)

Epic-ness

You remember the epic video I talked about in the previous post? Well, I have the link to it. More like, linkssssss. Because there are 2 parts of the video. Watch it. It's super epic :)

Part One

Part Two

Even though it's in BM, watch it. You know I'm a girl who kinda dislikes media stuffs in BM, but there's an exception to everything right?

Offline With Hedonism

I went to Masjid As-Syakirin near KLCC today. I joined a program hosted by IKRAMteens which is called Offline With Hedonism or O.W.H for short. You know, like the 'rempit's type : owhhh. Hehe yeah like that. My mommy drove me there. Thank you, I love you, mummy.

I had to wake up at 6 in the morning. I slept after breakfast while waiting for my mom. Then I listened to songs on the radio all along the journey. After mummy had breakfast at KLCC, she walked me over to the mosque. After signing up or more like, taking attendance, we had breakfast. I didn't eat because I ate already. Then Mariah and Atiqah arrived.

I wore my favourite slacks and a red Jeep t-shirt. When I saw other girls wearing head covers that are 'labuh', I felt awkward. Since I've never worn something like that. Also, it made my heart feel calm. I think I'm gonna try wearing it, insha Allah.

Hedonism, according to Kamus Dewan Bahasa is... okay I don't remember but the general idea is doing something that gives pleasure. It's more like, seeking pleasure, avoiding pain. Our goal in life is to be happy. And to be happy, we must follow the true path of living. And the true path of living is Islam.

I wanted to write what was in my notebook, but it's downstairs, so, sorry. But I shared some of my knowledge in the paragraph above. After dividing ourselves into groups (our leader's name is Asma and our group name is Kizuna which means 'bond', Atiqah suggested it) and hearing some motivation, and watching an epic video about Islamic history (it's super epic. It's so epic I had goosebumps more than I had when I heard "for Aslan!!!" in Narnia. And mind you, I'm a huge aficionado of Narnia), we went to KLCC to familiarise ourselves with the culture of hedonism.

Since I've been to KLCC more times than I can remember, I kinda like, remember the map already == After buying food at the bakery inside Cold Storage, we went back to the mosque. We had lunch, prayed and continued our discussion about hedonism in our groups. Next, we presented on how to avoid hedonism. After the closing ceremony, and watching a video of us (that kakak is really good, and fast in making videos), we prayed, had tea, and went back home.

Going on the Internet for a long time is also considered hedonism if you forget your daily chores and abandon your life and responsibilities. I hope, for the sake of the afterworld, you, and I, insha Allah will stay away from hedonism.

Slowly of course, I'll have a breakdown if I do it abruptly == Oh and by the way, I'm trying to widen my English vocabulary, so I put in some weird words hehe.

Alhamdulillah

So, I've got my Maths paper, my English paper, my Geography paper, and my Science marks. Alhamdulillah for the marks.

Today's the last day for the Puncak Jaya. Alhamdulillah for that. My mood is not so good this week, so a couple of people turned into my victims, some of them are Yaya, Aiman, Atiqah. Sorry for that.

Digital Letter

Dear future Dania,

You have now vowed to not get attached to a person. Having friends are alright. But don't get too close. Your secrets are meant to be secrets. Your private problems should be kept private. You'll only hurt yourself if you get attached to a person.

So keep your guard up. Not everyone in this world is nice. Most of them won't stick around till you die. Once you get attached to someone, you get used to their presence. Then when they leave you to get something better, you'll feel empty. And you hate that feeling.

The moral of the story of this digital letter, is to not get attached with someone.

The present Dania

Song-slash-video

I'm tired, and sleepy. And there's school tomorrow. And I'm hungry. I'm moody. I'm annoyed. I'm everything negative right now.

I'm tired because I had school today until 12.30

I'm hungry because I'm just hungry, I don't have to explain it.

I'm moody because.... you get it.

I'm annoyed because there's this video that is so effing irritating OMG can I like, kill that girl already? Yesterday was Thursday, today is Friday, tomorrow is Saturday and Sunday comes afterwards. Seriously, I know how to read a calendar. We all do. No need to get confused about getting in the back seat or the front seat when the front seat is already full. And you don't get into your friend's car after you just said you have to wait for the bus at the bus stop.

and also this video, I love this one.

Coco Loco

I went to Jusco Cheras Jaya today. I was hoping to watch Black Swan but the movie is for 18 above. I can easily pass for it but my 11 year old sister................... You get the idea. So my dad bought tickets for Mars Needs Moms.

We had another 20 minutes or so before the movie starts and since me and Yaya hadn't had lunch yet, we went to J.CO Donuts & Coffee to eat, well, donuts obviously. I like, really love the donuts there. They're so soft OMG HNNNNNGGGGGGGG. Hm, maybe I should celebrate my birthday there. I mean, like, eating not the partying. NO == I ate a Coco Loco, a donut which is so full of chocolate hehehe.

Then we watched the movie in 3D. I cried when the touching part came. Don't laugh at me. I'm easily emotionally touched during the time of the month.

Gossip

Puncak Jaya for Saturday ended an hour ago. I was supposed to go have cendol with Aiman but since I don't have any girl friends to accompany me... you get the idea.

Adriana sat in front of me during the BM Puncak Jaya just now. She asked "kau ni, ada apa2 ke dengan Aiman?". Me, being me, made a dramatic shocked expression and covered my mouth while gasping. Husna was like totally believing Adriana.

Scared that she would honestly believe my dramatic face, I laughed it off and told her that there's no way it would be true. Adriana and Husna continued gossiping saying..

• Semalam Dania masa dekat bawah, dia asyik tanya nampak Aiman ke tak je
• Lepas ni dia pergi cendol dengan Aiman
• Dia selalu jalan dengan Aiman

and bla3. And I was like 'WTF =='. Then I said I don't like him. And they said something like "kitorang tak cakap pun kau suka dia, haaaaa ni ada apa2 niii" and in my heart I was like 'you guys tricked meeee'.

Seriously, I'm just his friend.

Watlek

Looks like the teacher didn't see me score. And, yes, I wasn't chosen to be in the school team. I told Aiman about that yesterday. And he said "watlek je. Aku pon tak dapat jadi wakil" and Fikri was like "yes, kite sebagai manusia..." he didn't get a chance to finish his sentence because Aiman pushed him while saying "Belah la kau! Kau dapat jadi wakil" and Aiman walked with me across the assembly hall.

Soon, Fikri joined us. We talked. Then we played ping pong along with Aswan. Don't ask if I was good, which apparently is, I'm not. At 6.15, Aiman and I went back home. After guitar and piano class, I went online because I'm afraid a certain kid would wait for me to go online. But he went online an hour after I did.

Then someone tried my patience. He, naturally, helped me membahan. Hehe bestnya bahan. Side note : Kalau siapa2 cuba bahan aku, aku bahan je balik. Takde kesian2 dah.

Bola Baling

I just got back home... So, I'll tell you about my life today from A-Z. You know what my temper is like, right? I scolded Sarah for sitting in such an extreme position, two guys just watched her. I gave death glares to both the guys.

They just watched me scold her during Geography. Fikri said "Macam mak doh" and Aiman said "Aku taknak kahwin dengan dia. Nanti queen control." and I gave another death glare which carries the meaning "Aku pon taknak lah kahwin dengan kau".

After school, Aiman and Adam went to my house to play ping pong. After Sarah had lunch, we played doubles. Sarah kept on making the ball go next door. Then Adam went back home, Sarah went inside because she wanted to sleep and so I played with Aiman.

After Aiman went back, we went to school at 3 for bola baling. Now this is the best part. That game was like a pemilihan. We played for THREE, YES, THREE HOURS. And after the second hour, there was no reserve so I had to keep on running around inside the 'minuscule' field.

During pre-game training, Zahra asked me to stand next to Sarah. She said "korang dua macam magnet, sorang (me) bila dapat bola, *looks left and right rapidly while glaring*. Lagi sorang pulak (Sarah) dapat bola *looks left and right rapidly while glaring*. Ni pertandingan menjeling ke apa???". I can't forget that one. Haha.

My head was hit by the ball TWO TIMES. Worse, it was my teammates who did it. I'm that freaking close to them and they just had to pass the ball up high. But I don't really care. The dizziness only lasted for 1 minute. It hit my forehead. Oh, there was another time. Wait, another two times. Someone, I don't remember who, threw the ball at me and it hit my mouth. I was like, running around covering my mouth at that time to defend the goal and be a wall.

I scored 2 goals out of 4 scored by the girls. Sorry, guys, even if you did score for us, I won't count it. Hehe I'm actually proud of myself HAHAHAHAHAHA okay I better stop before another anon comes and tells me I'm too high and mighty.

I walked out of the school with Sarah and Aiman. I was cycling inside the school because I'm rebellious like that. I mean, who would want to walk when they have a bike? Aiman said he was tired and we (me and Sarah) were like "Kau penat buat apa????" and he said blablabla he played ping pong, he played badminton. May I point out, dear friend, that I ran for 3 hours?

He said our stamina is low. Okay I admit my stamina is kinda low. I said "Tapi aku tau, stamina aku lagi kuat dari Sarah" and she was like "heyyyyy defend meeee!! D:". Aiman was like "That one is for sure". Poor Sarah hahahaha. But sorry, when I'm with Aiman, Sarah can't beat us. For example, during class, Sarah said something out loud and we both (Aiman, me) said "tak lawak". She just sat there smiling in defeat and frustration and holding back laughter and Aiman said "best tak dapat double?".

That's all. I'm beat.

Calmed Down

I can't thank Allah enough for the existence of Tumblr. Hehe. Now I feel much, much better. If he really does like me as he claimed, he'll come by himself. I won't like, go all the way just to search for a guy.

Broken Rules

No, I'm not supposed to fall in love with you.

I'm seriously torn and confused right now and I don't want to talk to anybody except you. A sorry is not supposed to make me melt. No, I must be rock-hearted. Being a person who melts so easily is the reason for all my previous heartbreaks. I'm NOT supposed to love you.

...But why, why, why? YA ALLAH please give this weak girl some strength and guide her to the right way.

I don't know who to talk to about this. I can't have my girl friends... Girls, uh, kinda, uh, never mind. I'll talk to Aiman tomorrow. Early in the morning. Yes, Aiman will listen. Oh Allah I'm so paranoid.

Ping Pong

Exam's over. Hahahahaha. So I invited a couple of friends over to play ping pong, which apparently, I suck in.

Syazana went home with me. We opened the table and played in front of my house while waiting for Atiqah to come. When it was too hot to play, we chilled inside. Then, around 2.30, Atiqah arrived. We played in the, yes, blaring heat. Suddenly, it rained ==

Aiman said he'd come at 4. But it was raining so I thought he wouldn't come. Atiqah went home while I was sleeping. When Syazana wanted to go home, I was sleeping but I woke up. Then Aiman came. It was like, 5.30 at that time.

He was wet and I was like "dude, you still came!". And then we played ping pong. Up there I told you guys I suck. And so... aku kena bahan... Some of the lines are...

• Kena pon kena. Apa pulak tak kena
• Waras

etc

He went back home at 6.20 because he's kind of, cuak at my mom. So he went back before she came home, like, right now. Seriously, she just came back.

So the conclusion is, I enjoyed playing ping pong today with my friends. And, I better practice more so I won't kena bahan lagi dengan Aiman.

Adore

I don't mean to run

But every time you come around

I feel more life than ever

And I guess it's too much

Maybe we're too young

And I don't even know what's real

But I know I never

Wanted anything so bad

I've never wanted anyone so bad

If I let you love me

Be the one adored

Would you go all the way

Be the one I'm looking for?

If I let you love me (If I say)

Be the one adored (it's okay)

Would you go all the way (you can stay)

Be the one I'm looking for?

Help me come back down

From high above the clouds

You know I'm suffocating

But I blame this town

Why do I deny

The things that burn inside

Down deep I'm barely breathing

But you just see a smile

And I don't wanna let this go

Really I just want to know

If I let you love me

Be the one adored

Would you go all the way

Be the one I'm looking for

If I let you love me (if I say)

Be the one adored (it's okay)

Would you go all the way (you can stay)

Be the one I'm looking for

Paramore

Berani Mati

7 subjects down, one to go.

Bring it on, bro.

Okay I am seriously loving the "bring it on" line. Haha but seriously, this time, I was serious when I said bring it on. Why? '

Because I have studied History

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I'm serious =.=

Now I have a list of my most used words. They are...

• Okay
• Yeah
• Serious/seriously
• Bring it on

True eh? Haha. There will be no more storytelling today. I ran out of interesting ones. So I'll tell you what happened today. Fikri didn't take the buku kawalan and ended up being yelled at in the canteen by none other than an angry assistant monitor who just had to take the book during recess time.

Then study, test blablabla. When I was going down the stairs, I saw HIM. Okay I'm reminded of the Lady Gaga song Born This Way. You know? It starts with the line "It doesn't matter if you love him, or capital H-I-M". I'm going out of topic. When I meant HIM, I didn't mean the guy in the post below, I meant Abang Bola hehe. A glimpse, that's all.

When I was about to cross the road in front of the school, Ama came to join me and Sarah to cross the road with us. I was in front. Then Sarah said something like "join aku cross jalan". Ama said "eh sape nak kat kau? Aku nak kat Dania. Dia berani mati" and I was like "hahahahaha" while crossing like I didn't have a care in the world.

So, that's all, I guess.

Negativity

I'm not trying to brag in the story below. But I just want to point out that I'm not stupid. A simple lie like that, I can detect it. I use logical thinking. I never did point out that I'm smart. I only wanted to say I'm not stupid.

Really. That was the main purpose. To say that I'm not as stupid as you think I am. I accept that you, anon, are only giving me advice. But the way you said it, it's as if it's full of hatred. If you want to give advices, there can't be even a single tint of hatred or anger. Or the person you're giving the advice to will hate you. Moreover, your advice will be worthless.

To them, it won't sound like an advice, it will sound more like a critic or a hate post. Furthermore, you're an anon. It might be someone who just hates us and wants to make our self esteem low. If you, anon, didn't make that post about you were only giving me an advice, I'd be swearing. I'm telling you the truth.

But since you meant it well, I'm explaining it to you calmly about the situation. So, thank you for the advice and I hope you get my advice on when you're giving out advices, don't let any negativity tint it even the slightest.

Once Upon A Yesterday

Okay I forgot to tell Pn Zanariah about the test I took. Yeah, the Permata Pintar test. Never mind, tomorrow.

Four subjects down, four more subjects. Bring it on. On second thought, no, don't bring it on. I'm not prepared hehe. I had a fever in the morning but I swallowed 2 large paracetamol pills like a boss. But my face was still flushed. It got well during the English test I think. So I'm very sorry, Puan Norlina, if my essay and summary has zero quality.

So, now that I have time, I'll tell you guys a story. 'She' in the story refers to one girl only.

Once upon a time, a girl had a Facebook. When she logs in, she'll always open her crush's profile. But her heart was crushed multiple times. She saw another girl on his profile, constantly making comments and wall posts.

She decided to confront her crush. She asked him whether he likes that girl or not. He said no, they're just friends. But that girl was really getting on her nerve. And so blablabla, I'm too lazy to tell the full story.

And it is related to the post titled "Cover" . So I won't tell you the full story. She decided Facebook has no benefits so she deactivated her account. But her crush and his girlfriend tu, kami taktau la apesai ngan depa, depa pikiaq pompuan tu nak block depa. Please, she's not a coward to go block people. Try her, bring it on, bro.

And that girl does not make indirect statuses with no name. But her crush does. Just put her name, or is he scared that her wrath will befall them? No, I don't think so.

The ending of the story is... She loved and still loves her 'kasut ladam' so much and is imagining of feeding one of her shoes into someone's mouth. She hates her crush and does not like him anymore.

Moral of the story : Don't try to fool someone who ranks in the top 10 of the form.

Sabar, sabar, tak habis lagi cite. She is me. JSYK.

The End

cool story eh?

Deeeee

I deactivated my Facebook account. But don't cuss me yet in there, I have friends, you know.

Cover

OH MY GOD HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA freak

Just how stupid do you think I am? Do you like, have the faintest idea about who I am? Do you know which class I'm in? Do you even know what I'm capable of?

I am Dania and I'm in 3 Inovatif. I'm capable of swearing at you till you cry, throw my shoe in your face till you're bleeding and slapping you till you get a permanent red tattoo in the shape of my hand.

When you're trying to lie to me, remember the paragraph before this one, okay? I'm not a fool. I'm not trying to brag but you do know I'm in the first class, right? So you should know that I'm not going to fall for a stupid act such as 'oh, nothing' when you just said 'he said something didn't he?'.

OF COURSE YOU SAID SOMETHING TO HIM ABOUT ME. BUT YOU'RE TRYING TO COVER IT UP. THINK BEFORE YOU TYPE. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SAFER TYPING THAN TALKING BECAUSE THERE IS THIS BUTTON YOU CALL

BACKSPACE

Get it?

Tumblr, Blogger, Permata

My theme on Tumblr won't listen to me. I put the code properly already, so change the title font now!

Whatever, I'll just survive with the non-changing title font. Huh. So, this morning I played ping pong. Hehe. I have the table at my house. Come over if you want to play it. I prefer to play at home since the tables at school are conquered by guys.

And I don't like being the only girl in a place full of boys. I'm currently taking the Permata Pintar test. ALLAH, how many more questions till the end? I'm tired of answering. It's getting boring.

REALLY BORING.

Fluorine+Uranium+Calcium+Potassium

Don't talk to me when I'm mad. Seriously, no one wants to see me when I'm mad. And when I'm mad, stop saying 'sorry' again and again.

Jangan nak perasan sangat la aku nak kau layan aku.

To-long-lah.

Kau jangan nak bajet sangat pandai semua benda. Kau tak tahu lagi aku kalau melenting, boleh jadi ape. Kalau aku tak melenting pon kasut ladam boleh tercampak, kau bayangkan je lah ape yang jadi kat kau kalau kesabaran aku dah sampai limit.

Jangan perasan aku nak sangat attention kau, paham tak? Aku ulang ayat tu 2x dah. Jangan nak kata kau kesian la dekat aku sampai multi-tasking lah sambil balas IM aku. EEEEEE aku taknak pon lah kau balas. Nak bagi aku jealous, cakap lah. Boleh makan 1 kaki je. Kalau kau buat macam ni, buat aku jealous tapi still hipokrit, aku bagi dua-dua baru kau tau menyesal.

Dengan kau takkan pandai handle aku bila aku marah. Seorang je kot boleh handle. Tu pon dia ambil masa LAPAN TAHUN. Lapan tahun, sayang, lapan tahun. Sanggup kau tunggu? Agak dah.

Potassium bye

Oh

I won't wait 3 years for him. It's worthless waiting for a guy. Rather than thinking about how to get him back, I better think about how to survive high school and get a scholarship to Australia.

Dear Tumblr

Dear Tumblr,

Please get well soon. It's hard to live on the Internet without you here on the first tab of my browser. You spoke words like you really know my heart. And you know facts about me as if you know me like the back of your palm.

And now, it all changed. With just one click. I tried to get you back. You have no idea how many times I pressed F5 in a weak attempt to get you back. But you're being stubborn. Are you mad at me somehow? You're constantly saying "We'll be back shortly" but how long do you mean by 'shortly'?

Dania

For God's sake, feed the Tumbeasts!! How can you expect me to just ignore this? How? How in the world am I supposed to cope without Tumblr?

No Secrecy

Hehehehe no extra class. I'm so happy to be in 3 Inovatif. After stalking him yesterday (I know my type of stalking hasn't the least bit of secrecy in it), whenever I see him, I'll just like, smile. And I kinda realized no matter how much guys I date with, I'll never forget him. Forgetting my first was easy compared to this.

I don't know... Maybe I'll like, wait 3 years just for him :/ Let me live my moments.

I Love You

I, Dania, now proclaim myself, Dania, as the worst stalker ever in history. Haha. I have Aiman to thank for. I mean, who else sits on the bench at the assembly hall and watch her crush play badminton? Me of course.

Aiman, thank you. Although your plan is to leave me there alone so he'll talk to me, but he didn't talk to me, yes I know, I'm clapping one-handedly (tepuk sebelah tangan). What kind of English is that? My style, I guess.

So I watched him, and when he smiled, I smiled, even though his smile is not even for me. Come on, let me be in fangirl mode. I might look like a

loner or a silent person or a serious person, heck, maybe even a lion-like person, but I'm a girl and I have my moments.

I like, looked at him almost all the time but I try to cover it up by watching Aiman play badminton occasionally. He doesn't read my blog, so I can like, tell my blog everything. My dear blog. I love you.

Heartbreak Postmortem

My mood for this whole week... is in jeopardy. Hahaha okay I don't know how to use that word. I'm a lot more crankier and I talk less to people. I like, distance myself from the human race, ya know? Maybe it's a heartbreak postmortem. I swear, if I see that guy, I'll feed him my handsome shoes. Both of them. Not that I know what his face looks like...

Usually, I don't mind when people get sort of touchy and gets close to me and stuff. But this week, whenever someone like, even hugs me or sits next to me and there's contact, I feel like hitting that person at the back of the head.

OK, I know. I'm not a meow-meow person (a person who tolerates other people who acts like a cat eg. spoiled). But I don't slap people because of that, mostly because my patience is high in school. But this week, yeah... I can't seem to feel any patience at all.

Sorry for torturing your eyes just by blabbering about something. But I really needed to vent it to someone or something. And this is what a blog is for ain't it?