Blessing

I just got home from the tuition I haven't attended for 2 weeks. The first week, I was absent because I had a fever, a viral fever. Blame Ilyas for bringing the virus to me. And there I was thinking my antibody is so strong while kissing and sharing drinks with that kid. The next week, which is last week, I was absent because I went to Johor for the Family Day you already know about.

While I was cycling home, I thought of something that I could put in this blog. And it was kinda an interesting thought, but the chocolate doughnut and the bread made me forget. You can't blame me. Eating is a blessing! Hahaha. I've recently learnt about that as of yesterday -_- 15 years of living and I just realized it yesterday. I'm 14 years behind (you can't eat good stuff when you're less than 36 months of age. If your mom feeds you with smoked salmon or spaghetti carbonara when you're less than 36 months old, then you've got to be weird, no offence though)

Oh yeah, now I remember a bit. The thought that I thought about was about the past. It's something that happened, but I can't remember :( Blast you, Angry Birds for making me concentrate on you so much that I forget. Just kidding. I'm the one at fault here for being such a forgetful person.

During school today, the new ranking for May 2011 test was posted. Guess my rank. Come on, come on. It's 18. What a loser. I dropped from #1 to #18. I feel so stupid right now. But I've been studying History and doing exercises, so I'll just work harder. Ganbatte! Hahaha I've been influenced by Hana Yori Dango from watching it too much -_- but really, I was a Japan fanatic since I was 11, but I'm a diam-diam ubi berisi not the bising-bising tin kosong type, not the type who blabs in Japanese and talks about it every single day. I know how annoying it can be, trust me, I do. No offence to the Japan fanatics out there kay?

Lastly, I'm sorry for any hurt feelings you may get from me or my typing or my mouth or my acts. You have my deepest apologies.

Dania

LOL WHUT

Wakakakaka look at this screencap.

I don't know if you can see it, but try zooming in? If you have a Twitter, you'll know that the topic #adindaevans is number three in the top trend list. Worldwide. And if you do happen to investigate, you'll know the whole story. I won't share it here. Investigate it yourself. But do search for it. Hahahaha. Really, it's very entertaining to watch a girl ranting about the unimportance of virginity and the importance of maruah. Lawak tak? Wkwkwkwkwk betul2 lawak lah, bukan tipu. Zzzzz.

So my friends. The things you tell on the Internet, no matter how not popular you are, is better off not told. Because this girl, she's not popular, after she posted about her lost virginity, she got 100+ followers over the hour. And the whole world might know about it. It's a disgrace to Islam, Malaysia and her family. Not to mention herself.

Me doing this, talking bad things about her, it's okay. Because she publicly told the world about her lost virginity.

LOL WHUT?

Sheet Music

Honestly, I need to start being more organized. My sheet musics are strewn almost everywhere. So I decided to buy a file, which, by the way, I haven't bought yet. I print like wayyyy too much sheet music. And every single time I print it, three or four or even EIGHT pages come out. Way to go Dania. Nicely done. And to make matters worse, I haven't completed my Folio Sejarah. And that means I have to save up my new printer's ink so I can print it on time. Talk about no freedom, huh.

Moreover, the sheet musics I print are sometimes not even accurate and most of them are too hard for me to play! Can you like, imagine my fury on the transcriber? Okay, I should probably blame myself for being such a noob in piano JK I'm not gonna say I'm a noob just so people would tell me "oh nooo you're like so good in playing the piano". Nope, I don't fish for compliments. I don't fish at all.

With a Bang

And memories just hit me like that with a bang, and I can feel my heart fall down to my stomach, knowing that it's never going to be the same.

It's painful enough to leave the past behind, but it's much more painful reminiscing the past. Especially when you're happier during the past. I don't know what I've become now. And it's the most painful when you try to delete the past, delete the history, erasing it so it becomes non-existent and you don't have any proof it ever existed except when inside your tiny heart, there's a voice saying that it happened and you believe that voice.

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?

Looks Like Fun

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?
Panda eyes.

2. How much cash do you have on you?
Not even RM10.

3. What's a word that rhymes with "DOOR?"
Poor

4. Favorite planet?
Pluto

5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?
Fikri

6. What is your favorite ring on your phone?
Speak Now - Taylor Swift

7. What shirt are you wearing?
I'm not even wearing a shirt. Haha.

8. Do you "label" yourself?
Occasionally, yeah.

9. Have you ever pictured your crush naked?

Yes, I'm so ashamed to admit it -_- I was small at that time.

10. Bright or Dark Room?
Bright.

11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?
Are you really brutally honest?

13. What were you doing at midnight last night?
Chatting on Facebook.

14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?

You really want to know? Here..

You have 1 missed call (1) +6012******* since 12:31 pm 22.1.11

15. Where is your nearest 7-11?
The one at Seksyen 4 Tam.

16. What's a word that you say a lot?
Yeah.

17.Who told you he/she loved you last?
Him.

18. Last furry thing you touched?
-A teddy bear my friend gave to me for my 12th birthday.

19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?
Cough syrup and supplements. They're technically drugs, just I don't misuse them.

20. How many rolls of film do you need developed?
None

21. Favorite age you have been so far?
12

22. Your worst enemy?

Naim

23. What is your current desktop picture?
Plain black.

24. What was the last thing you said to someone?
Naik atas dulu au.

25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?
Flying. I. Just. Can't. lsafhgbasshkjb

26. Do you like someone?
Yes, duh.

27.The last song you listened to?
Total Eclipse of the Heart by Glee Cast

Cakes

Those are the cupcakes I made for Syazana's birthday. It doesn't look so appealing in the picture because I'm poor and I don't have a DSLR. The white things on top are confectioners' sugar and the black spots are chocolate sprinkles, something like that.

Sarah and Syazana wants more of them. Hehehehe. I'll make a chocolate cake for Sarah's birthday. I'll make cakes for all of my friend's birthday. Sarah asked me to deliver a message to Daniel : Aku makan cupcake Dania buat, ko x dpt makannnnn.

Done.

Prone

I fucking need to swear, now.

OK, I'm good. I get jealous easily. But then, I realize, guys get jealous too. Sometimes I'm over it, but I pretend I'm mad so I get to be pampered, yeah. I'll do a separate post about the picture of the cupcakes, I'm busy texting and I don't want to connect my phone to the laptop.

I'm really accident-prone. Correction, my right hand is very accident-prone. I've had a lot of cuts for this year only. But it's okay, I mean, it's not like a vein was cut off or something like that... I took a passport-sized photo yesterday, it took 5 shots to get it right.

My face have a healthier color than last year. Last year, my face was pale, literally. No glow, no nothing. Pale. Adleena was riiiight. Adiib really gives out good advices. Thanks Adiib, if you read this or whatever, you helped me a lot. I owe you one for the bottle.

Note to self: I'll massacre Naim for that.

So far I'm getting along well with my new phone. Touch screen rocks yeah. Don't mind me, I'm just blabbering based on what I feel right now. I have the sweetest guy ever. I shouldn't have typed that, right?

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.

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 :)

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

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.

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.

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 Dare Ya

Okay, I lied.

There is no such thing as a regular basis. Did you fell for it? No? Award yourself with a cookie if you didn't. If you did, you can't have the cookie. Get the cookie yourself, I'm not gonna buy it for ya.

DO NOT SKIP PARTS, I PUT IMPORTANT STUFFS HERE.

Title look-up:

I DARE YA

I dare you, to cross the line. Can you see it? No? Here it is.

Big line, huh?

There. Can you see it now? Good. If you can't see it, go to the optician to check your eyes. Or if your eyes are fine, go to the psychiatrist. Do you have mental problems?

If you answered yes, you can leave now. You are now free of more questions.

If you answered no, you cannot leave now. I have more questions for you.

1. Can you stop it?

I lied about the questions. There's only one.

Stop irritating me in the middle of the night. I said it once. Do you have problems? Do I need to say it again? This time, out loud, so the whole country can hear me? He is not the apple of my eye. He is not my heart. He is my best guy (Ama's definition of a best friend who's a guy).

Come on, I dare you. Cross the line. And you'll be amazed of what's gonna happen.

Right.

After.

That.

And I'm mad now.

JK =P

If you fell for it... gotcha!

Hee =D

Head Held High

You guessed it, I wanna be taller. Why? I dunno. I just wanna be taller. Allah please, please, please don't stop my growth yet. At least let me get to the 5' 5" league, perhaps almost close to the 5' 5" league? Or maybe just let me step inside the 5' 4" league. I'm tired of being stuck in 5' 3" for so long.

It's only 1 tiny cm till I get to 5' 4". One tiiiinyyyyy centimeter. It's not even a whole centimeter. I still think I'm short. Coz when I walk in shopping malls, I'll look around and see, many girls are taller than me (though I do notice most of em do wear high heels). But I still wanna be tall.

Not that tall like Adiib or Acap. They're like, um, 170++cm? God their damn tall I have to look up. I like that. I dunno why, I just think that guys with 170++cm height is way cool. 164cm is enough... Oh please, please, please Allah, let me grow till my height reaches 164cm. After I reach it, I'm OK. Bad for Zarif, I didn't stop growing yet. It stopped last year, but thanks to something, it continued this year. Nothing's impossible ya know?

Oh and no, I am not weird. Seriously.

JK.

BYE GUYS!

Dead

Heya, I haven't updated my blog for a long time (yeah right), and now I'm missing it. Oh I miss you, my precious blog... Really, I miss it. And I didn't even intend on posting a new post, but apparently someone asked me why didn't I post a new post.

You know me, after I got sound to do something that I can do, like posting on my blog, I'll post it. But WTH (heck), I didn't have any inspirations coz I didn't do anything today. If you noticed, the title is 'Dead'. Care to guess what it means? It means I'm dead.

Seriously. I brought my laptop along with the wireless in my coffin.

LOL JK.

You know the phrase people always say when they're bored? "I'm gonna die out of boredom!!". Well, I'm not gonna die. I already am dead. Give yourself an award called "Dumbest Dumb" (DD for short) if you thought I did die. Oh hey, I just realized something. The award starts with D. Oh now I feel embarrassed. My name is Dania in case you forgot. But hey, a lotta people got D as their initial right?

Ya know, I'm just talking about nonsense stuff to pass away the time. Now you know why I died.

Boredom killed me.

Tegami

Tegami. You must think I've gone cuckoo huh? Well, I'm not cuckoo(yet)! Haha. Tegami is a song sang by Angela Aki. I love that song and I hear it everyday coz I like it so much. I dunno what to type in my blog but it looks empty so I just typed a couple o' sentences about the song I like. I;m also gonna type some junk, stupid sentences. So brace yourself. And don't be mean!

I discovered it yesterday. Here's the link to that song. Now what was I gonna say? I can't remember. How can I forget such a simple word. There's this one, specific word I was gonna say. Hmm... What was it?

Oh yeah, got it.

Bye

The Swear Jar

I dunno why but when I read the title I think it's kinda spooky. LOL. Yeah whatever. I'm here to talk about it.

The Swear Jar.

LOL how many times am I gonna say that? I'm typing more 'LOL's than I should've. It's only a piggy bank (no, it doesn't take the shape of a pig). I wanna bank more money in it but I'm too lazy to do it daily. Soooo, I turned it into...

The Swear Jar.

OMG I love doing that. The rule's simple. Whenever I swear (which is like, um, I dunno, every hour?) I have to deposit 20 cents. Whenever I say the F word, I have to deposit 50 cents. I really have to stop saying the F word. That's why I made the fine 50 cents instead of 20. So far, I deposited RM 1.20 into

The Swear Jar.

OK I seriously have to stop doing that. I'm going nuts since it's exam season. There's no relationship actually between exam season and me going nuts, just wanna blame em. I put RM 1 for the F word. I said it 2 times. And 20 cents for crab (you get it...). I think it'll be full before the end of the year if I keep on swearing like this...