Shine

I wanted to say this to someone very badly, so I tweeted like so...

and then realization dawned on me. My eyes shone enthusiastically with glee and mischief, knowing it would cause people to think I meant well when instead I meant the complete opposite. I typed out the word, shine, in Google and looked up the meaning in English. 

Shine

to appear with brightness or clearness, as feelings.

As if. I wouldn't dream of wishing you brightness or clearness. Instead of getting your heart all warm and fuzzy thinking well, you should try opting for thinking actually once in your bloody life and maybe you would know the truth instead of pasting a mask of smiles on your face. You revolt me. 

Try going to this page and type the word "shine" under the "Find words -> Japanese" column. Press "search", you will find the word converted into hiragana, しね, and voilà, look at the first result. Your pitiful mind would surely shine with the new knowledge. Just because I know you're so lazy to do so much as type and click, here's the screen-cap

Here's another one from another site, a page with a list of Japanese vulgar words, I went on that page just for your sake of not being in the dark you know, just so I can take a screen-cap for your sake and yours only. Thank me.

I'm being horribly nasty here, so I hope none of you innocent beings think I'm actually talking to you. No no, I wouldn't do that to any of you. You have nothing to fear if you have nothing to hide. If you have not spite me, you are innocent in my eyes and you do not deserve this. However if you might have angered me, this might actually be a message to you, my dearly beloved. 

Shine

this might be completely uncalled for but, click the images to view them in full size.

Sorry to Say

I have a friend. But she comes to me when she doesn't have a friend. When I don't follow in her footsteps, she leaves me and goes off with another who follows hers.

In this post, I would like to express my disappointment in her. We went to tuition together, so obviously she sits next to me all the time. During tuition, she texts a guy. She said that he's not her boyfriend. I used to resent him so much last year but I apologised so I don't hate him, I just like, don't care or whatever. When I asked her who was she texting, and she answered, I decided to be playful like last year, like always and say "eeeeeww!". She didn't even look at me or acknowledge that I was saying anything. Okay, never mind.

When I got home, I was infatuated by Hana Yori Dango. Tomorrow I'm gonna go to a DVD store and look for the DVDs. Since I already watched the whole series (season 1, season 2, final movie), I wanted to search for a new drama, J-Drama preferably, so I sent a message to my 'friend' asking her for recommendations. Guess what? I sent the message like 30 minutes ago and I still haven't got any replies. None at all. What a great friend.

You can reply your 'NOT BOYFRIEND's text while learning but you can't reply the one you claim as your 'best friend's text at all? Sorry to say, but **** ***. I tried to find other words to express my disappointment and anger, but only those two words came to mind.

Attention

Did anyone miss my pointless rambling here? No? Aww that's bad :( Haha never mind.

I'm currently listening to Demi Lovato's Skyscraper. It's inspiring like Katy Perry's Firework, but Demi's voice is more powerful, don't you agree? Right, now I don't know what to type in here. No inspiration much? Well sort of.

Today is not such a good day. I didn't want to go to school due to laziness but I had to (duh, of course). I was sort of ignored early in the morning and it affected my attitude the whole day. I didn't want to talk a lot. And I became a sort of silent rebel. And also, I didn't have my breakfast. I refused to eat. I also don't understand meh the point of me doing that -_- as if I have something to prove when actually I just wanted attention. Sadly, I didn't get enough attention from him, so I just went out of the class after school and instead of going home, I felt like crying, so I went to the toilet, chatted with a friend, washed my face, and theeen go home. After arriving home, I was so pissed off due to the lack of attention from the one person I thought would give enough attention, I punched the wall lightly. I'm not that dumb to damage my delicate and smooth (biar lah perasan jap).

That's all I'd like to share. Thanks for lending me your eyes muahaha.

AVADA KEDAVRA

YOU ARE NOT A POTTERHEAD SO YOU DON'T FREAKING HAVE THE RIGHT TO PROVOKE ME ON SEATS AND 3D.

AVADA KEDAVRA, MOTHER FOOKA

Dramatically

Well, I deactivated my Facebook, again... I can't stand the dramas and all the statuses people make about their life problems. Sorry to say, but I really can't stand those. That's why I prefer Tumblr or Blogger or Twitter.

I have a problem but I don't know who to turn to, usually I just go to Adean and go on and on and on, but now, since... yeah you get the idea. And I can't turn to Aiman because... well, you should also get the idea. Sarah... she doesn't know anything. Amalia... not that close. So, I have literally NO human being to turn to.

I hate guys who are easily upset emotionally. I mean, I'm supposed to be the one bitching, not you. So, quit it. Rather than thinking about how to make you feel better and you just reply a fucking 'k', I'd rather be sleeping.

And I won't activate my Facebook in the nearest time. And I won't go online on YM because I don't like people bombarding me with questions like "why did you deactivate your Facebook account?". I'm sick of drama.

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

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?

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

High Performance

I performed twice yesterday. And alhamdulillah it turned out well (no fainting whatsoever). I couldn't stop stomping when I was wearing those handsome shoes of mine hehe. I'm gonna wear them again tomorrow. What? I like the sound.

Today was nothing special. So I'll tell you about yesterday. I stayed back after school to finish the presentation for BM which is this coming Thursday. After 2.30, we went to Yus to eat and then went to Blitz to buy papers and markers.

When we went back to school, they all claimed that their handwritings are ugly and bla3. I was too thirsty to say anything. And so they asked me to do 3 out of 4 sheets of presentation. Sorry Iman, hehe your table have some marker dots. I never thought high performance meant really, really high that it can make a mark on the table.

Never mind, high performance school = everything high performance, including markers. Our principal asked us not to think about being a high performance school as a burden, instead, look at it from a better point of view.

NO

I think of it as a burden and I can't think of any better point of view. My Physical Education class was turned to one period each week and we can only go out for PE 3 times only per month. Do they like, want the students of a high performance school to get fat or what?? I know I swim, but not all people swim. Most people rely solely on PE for their health and well-being.

Eceh, cakap macam tau lebih je. It's my blog, so yeah.

Smithereens

I can see it. I can see it!!! It's there, on my forearm, the red dot and the hole. Damn anti tetanus shot, now my forearm hurts and it's swollen. My high hopes for swimming is now crushed, blown into smithereens.

I hate liars. I really do. I don't care what kind of lies you make, I just hate it, get it? And I'll hate you and you'll get sins for lying. What's the good in lying? Don't act like a fool.

Anonymous

sjlfbhagbhsjgbadfhkgblauigb;aip;bghjbgipsabgh I am so fucking mad right now.

Apparently someone top upped me with RM10. I'm grateful to whoever that did that. I thought it was my dad, but he said he didn't.

Then he made a conclusion that it's Daniel who did it and got mad at me. And said 'Don't ask him to do that anymore. Ask me or your mom.' Oh please, I don't ask credits from my friends. I have my own money. Look inside my purse, come on, don't be shy, look. There are RM80 worth of money inside. So tell me, why do I have to freaking go ask my friends to buy me credit when I have my own money, duhhh.

And I already said, I don't know who gave me the top up. Cool the fuck down. I'm lazy to go to buy credits. And I'll only spend it by texting a lot. So I better not top up for my own good. For the last time, I did not ask anybody to top my handphone up. Ulang suara, saya tidak menyuruh siapa-siapa pun untuk menambah nilai hand phone saya (except last month, from my DAD.)

Offensive

All morning session students are supposed to go to Games meeting today at 3.30 pm. But I'm not going, like a boss, yeah.

No, I'm not lazy. I'm joining the swimming club, again, this year. Teacher Siti Intan said I just have to come on Saturday and bring this form teacher gave me. And heck no, I don't want to join 2 game society/groups. Think about the energy I'm saving.

A minuscule note to someone. I know that certain someone doesn't read this, but I just have to put it somewhere or I'll explode and slap you in front of the whole class. I'm not your personal assistant slash driver slash bodyguard. I repeat, I am not your personal assistant/driver/bodyguard. Get it?

Call me evil, call me cruel, call me mean, call me bad, I don't care, yeah? And don't even think about sulking when I refuse to come to school just to pick you up from school, when I can just go sleep at home. I mean, I told you I don't have to go to co-curriculum today. Just who do you think you are, my master? If you're my sister then I can do that, because she lives with me. You're just asking me to pick you up so you can hang out at my house.

My patience also has its limits, my dear. Don't think just because at home you always win in a mouth match with your siblings, doesn't mean I'll let you win with me and get everything your way all the time. Remember, one punch from me and you'll be bleeding.

Please

I'm in a really tough spot right now. So I'd appreciate it if you don't come to me blaming me for everything, including the war in Iraq, the natural disaster in Australia and the conditions in Haiti.

I talked with my mom, I talked with a few people, and they're okay. So, please. It's not like after it, I'll be wearing boxers and shorts all the time. No, the suit is a one time wear only.

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.

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

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.

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.