Before Christmas comes, I wanted to say sorry to three of my friends. :) Three male friend who told me things I'd love to hear but I'm sorry I've seemed to 'manjakan' you guys. I just wanted us to remain friends. Okay I wanted to love them but I don't know and boys cannot be trusted. You know. I'm sick of boys giving me hopes and leaves me just like that in then.

I'm sorry for giving you hopes.

I really wanted to love (one of you) if you would meant what you told me it would be lovely. If you don't mean it I might as well give up on guys. :( :( :(

I'm off to Panchor in a few hours. Should I bring my laptop? I'm going to be there for the rest of the week. I guess.
THINGS TO DO IN GRANDMA'S HOUSE
(without the laptop)

1. Cook and clean.
2. Enjoy the air outside. Only when it's not freakin' hot.
3. Eat and visit the kebun.
4. Talk to Winnie and make her talkative like she used to when we were little.
5. Take care of belongings.
6. Draw random things.
7. Listen to songs. And maybe write new songs.
8. Avoid watching TV. (I know it's weird.)
9. Text friends. (If desparately bored, call Epy and force him to do things he didn't want to do like sing Spice Girls song.)
10. Take pretty photos and delete them after 15 minutes.
11. Sit. Imagine. Nap.


:)

As soon as I woke up I found myself a new friend. If she really exists, she is kilometres away from me and is described as a lover of huge tees and little panties combined.

If she really exists. She sounded nice.

Or was it a prank? Again?

I'm going to spend the evening lying on the floor. With a pillow, my laptop and a cup of my favorite tea.

I want to go to bed in your t-shirt.

Joe Jonas is so freakin' awesome in short hair.

I need to get on my tumblr more often. I saved loads of pretty photos taken candid and messy. That, my dear, is art.

I always wanted to be a rockstar. Then, I wanted to be a photographer.

Yesterday was a boring and cold day. It was rainy and I spent my prepaid catching up with Ruben, helping Alan to keep himself entertained, and lecturing Epy separuh mati.

My life is filled with weird guy friends. The things I hate and love.

I haven't written a song in ages. I missed Capri. Seriously. Hahaha. I'm going to buy a guitar next month. I want a white one like Capri. The guitar above is the one at home. It didn't sound as good as before, haha.

I got my results already. So the results was just okay. I could do better though. Biasalah study last minute is my habit. I couldn't live a semester without being busy with unnecessary things. Like back in matric. I've joined camp, church events and moral events. I've just realized I performed solo parts three times (one time hancur because I was sick) and I even wrote the song for my last solo. I also choreographed dances time dekat-dekat exams. Haha. Then you still didn't see me bragging all this to Epy.

I'll keep you updated on more unnecessary roles I've got for this second semester of uni. Can't wait to be back! We're planning a trip to Penang for Christmas. Three days holidays. Of course I needed to go to church on Christmas Eve. And I'm planning to force Tuah to come too!

peace love sunshine :)

I feel stuck. Like I've been punched by an extra large dead turkey on the head. I don't even know where that came from.

Malas want to talk already. Every day ends up the same. At first I think it's fun, lama-lama it pisses me off. Mana ada saya simpati kat dia kalau dia yang tipu saya. All the lies, what for? I know the girls are fake. Tunjuk diri hebat sangat la tu. You always brag about how awesome you are. Blah blah blah. Blah blah.

Blah blah blah blah blah!

I was always keeping in touch with many male friends but I don't brag it to you sucker.
I knew Norin said these kind of friends I wouldn't live without missing after a couple of days. But I seriously think maybe one day I'll celebrate my liberation day like I should celebrate it in Miami or Hawaii.

I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate, I hate.
When am I going to be free from you boss?

Imagine you're woken up on a nice rainy Saturday morning by the vibrate of your phone. And much better. It's blackmail, again.

I seriously began to think this whole thing is amusing. I enjoyed the stupid things obsessive those girls say, while I just replied with 'whatever's and 'up-to-you's. Pathetic, but what a good entertainment for starters. I also began to doubt if this whole blackmail thing is just made-up lies.

Well, thanks anyway. I pretty much enjoyed the entertaimnent. Can't wait to tell Tuah! And meanwhile, I'm just going to pretend I'm the loser being fooled and falling into the trap. Truth is, I've made a trap to trap your trap, sucker.


Life is a smooth ride with fake signboards and lovely sunbeam along the way.
OMG I just made a good quote.