Finally.

To me, this blog is dead.

Should I post or not? I question myself every single time I go online.
When I finally decide to post, my mind goes blank.
Typical me.
I'll make it short.

Why must everything be set around the same time?
It's absolute terror.
An event is one after another.

I can't stand it any longer. If you're using me as a vent to let go of your frustration and anger pent up inside. STOP!!
I'm human too.
Why must you lash out at me every time you're angry or dissatisfied?
Just cause things doesn't go your way, you're using me as the bean bag?
Maybe you should try being one. Then you'll know how it feels.
All the good deeds you did, are they illusions to trick me cause you think I'm fickle-minded?
Just cause you're having a bad day, it doesn't you mean you have the right to lash it out on me.
I rather be anywhere but near you. That's the plain truth.
Cause I don't know how long I can take it anymore.
It takes every ounce of strength inside to stop the tears from flowing.
I'm not sorry I'm not who you wanted me to be. Not at all. I might have last time but not anymore.

I guess that's all for now. Letting it all out felt good.
Sometimes is better not to feel than to feel.
If the person above reads it, well, it's time she did.

Dedication.

Peek-a-boo. Guess what.

Today’s a special ‘occasion’

Yes, we all know it’s the first day of Raya.

But that’s not all. Think, go kill some of your brain cells and think why its special today.

Nearly there?

Oh well, I’ll spare you the suspense and your brain cells.

It’s her birthday today. *points*

Not the trees behind her. HER. The girl. The cute, chubby girl right in front of you!

She turned 14 years younger today. How? Why? You got to ask her. I’m as baffled as you are.

We have known one another since Primary 1. That was 7 years ago.
7 years ago our friendship started and it's still counting.
7 years ago two girls from different classes met during Moral class and they have not turned back since.


Hey, we even graduated together. From Primary school that is. See the banned behind?
It writes "Majlis Graduasi & Jamuan Tahun 6 2006" Prove that we graduated together.



She's smart. Make that very. She's been receiving medals for her smartness since Primary school. Don't play-play with her. Nampak kecik kan? Don't be fooled. She'll easily mash you into potatoes in her studies.


Kalau pandai tentu rajin kan?
Yes, she's very hardworking. We both can be nocturnal animals cause we sleep very late every night. Well, she doesn't have to sleep in class unlike me eventhough she had only a few hours of sleep.




Friends to many. I mean who can resist such cuteness? Definitely not me.
She cares for her friends, thoughtful of them and is great listener. What's more to ask?
She holds a place in our hearts.

Yes, there are times when we disagree. And we squabble. But who doesn't?


She's never short of smiles for you. She's good at cheering people up. You can never be sad for long with her around.


Apparently, a good photographer too. But she's camera-shy. She doesn't like her photographs being taken. Too late. Her pictures are all saved in my computer.


Though there are times she gets easily distracted. By what?
I'll keep that a secret. Maybe she has many admirers, who knows?


She deserves a hug every single day.
I thank God for bringing her into my life. She sure made it worth living.

I hope we'll remain forever friends till we grow old and all out hair turn white and we have wrinkles everywhere.
One day, we'll be sitting on rocking chairs and just stare into the sky.
Then, we'll remenisce about our younger years together.
We'll have a good time then, won't we?

Chick-chack. I got a photo of you.
So if you read this post, remember to do me a favour.
Remember to wish this girl a very Happy Birthday.

I pray that you'll be healthy always. Keep being smart in your studies.
Be happy always. And smile more. You needn't need a reason to smile. =]

I'll end my post here. Toodles.

Maybe. Maybe not.

I feel like blogging. Then I don't.
Oh well...
I'll post a short one today.

I spent my first day of my holiday at Peter's house.
Pearly I know what you're going to say and I know what you did.
Yu Kit and I are going to get you (Pearly) back. *rubs hands in glee* *adds evil laughter*
I can't believe you dared to suggest all those "plans" *speaking to Pearly*
Unbelievable. Unfathomable.
Who knew all of those came from you? Peter must have taught you.
I better find a good hiding place first in case Pearly comes after me with a parang.
Anyway, we didn't do anything that you told Peter. You must be devastated but live up to it. Don't be sad.

Since Pearly couldn't come, it was just Yu Kit, Peter and me. And Fluffy and Pearly. (Peter's sister)
We were suppose to practise but we ended up doing other non-practice related activities. DON'T think dirty. Especially YOU! Yes, you Pearly. I ended up reading Doremon and Shin Chan comics and watching videos on Yu Kit's phone while the both of them watched videos and their private stuff which I won't mention. But it doesn't include me. So off with you're dirty thoughts. Bah...

We watched a movie. Half a movie actually. Night Museum. YK said it was a horrow movie and tried to scare me. Got me totally off-guard but I did not scream. I bet they would have loved it if I did. Then we went to eat our lunch, came back, practised for a while and watched kiddy movies. After that we went back. Long story short.

It was supposed to be a short post but ended up being a not-so-short-one.
I had fun so no regrets except that I wished Pearly was there too so we can have double the fun.
Next time, Pearly, you better make it. Someone wished you were there too. No surprise who that someone was. *winks*

Gotta ciao. Toodles.

Till I post again.

Nerd's read. Storybooks.

Looks like I'm still alive.
No one seems to have updated their blogs. I'm in the no ones' too.
Not anymore.
I'm a little hyper and over the edge thanks to Chris who got it from Vick.
I believe it's contagious. It's called the be-super-duper-hyper syndrome.
Originated from unknown. But Vick caught it from who knows where and passed it to Chris who passed it to me. So there you go. TA-DA!

I'm really tired these days. Not to mention LAZY. Really lazy.
My teacher said I've gone shorter. Is it possible?
All I know is that I've gained weight. Eat, sleep, eat, sleep. That became my daily routine.
I don't want to but I'm so lethargic.

Anyone wants to know how to be smart? It's really easy. I watched Vicki doing it.
Okay, first you need a workbook. Any workbook. Preferably on the subject that's coming out in the exams. Then open the book and put it on your head. Leave it there for as long as you like. You're brain will slowly absorb the questions and answers. Ask Vicki if it works. ROFL.
I just wasted my time writing all that crap. But it was real funny when Vicki did it. Chris and I rubbed the book on her head so she could absorb knowledge faster. Smart, hey?

We're not acquainted no more. Sorry to say. But I can't stand it anymore.

It's a short post but I

Actually it's when I'm free. Or feel like posting which I don't feel like these days.

I rather be hyper-super-duper-happy then depressed and emo.
I'm sick of everyone asking that question. What if I said I wasn't fine. What would you do?
Might as well go with the "I'm fine" answer.
I'm like an emotional wreck. Totally absurd. That coming from a girl who's lost most of the time.
Figures.

I like it when you try to make me happy. I like it when you sing. It makes me happier bit by bit.
Smile. And it passes. So make my day. SMILE. =3

Toodles.

P.S. Thanks for making me feel better. You know who you are. =]
P.P.S. Aina, nak gambar!!

Rants for rats.

I know what to get Chrissy for her birthday.

SANDPAPER and CHALK.

Lots and lots of them.
I bet she'll love them. Think of it as a childhood gift though you're still in your childhood. =]
So Chrissy, how about it?

I knew it would be mind-boggling. It was. It is. That book takes a long time to read. I don't know why. It just does. I usually finish a book in a day. Got so used to it that it feels weird to not finish a book in a day.

I got so sick of it that I don't bother anymore. Why can't you guys just get straight to the damn point? What's the use of twisting and turning the whole thing when you freaking know that you're going to end up hurting her? You won't know how it feels till the same thing occurs to you. You wouldn't want it.

PP, I don't agree with what you did. But you simply wrote what I felt about her. Looks like I'm not the only one who thinks the same way. Every time she does it, I forgive her or should I say them but it doesn't mean I forget about it. I just don't dwell on it. What's the use of reminiscing the past, especially something that makes you angry and frustrated?

I'm becoming very emotional these days. No one knows the whole story.
I just can't seem to say it out. So I'm using this blog as a vent. To keep me sane.
Someday I won't be able to contain it anymore and just burst out crying.
I suggest you to stop reading cause these are all rantings. Nothing but rantings.

We, as in my school, have no cheer team anymore. Thinking of it, it's seems really sadistic.
Obviously I had hoped for something better. I mean come on, performances are a blast but I doubt we'll be going for any this year at the rate we're going. Such a waste. I've gone really rusty.
Back pains are a sore. Refrains you from doing anything.
Pray that I'll heal from the back pains sooner than soon.

I did say earlier in my post that I had a story to tell but I'll keep it for later.

Till happy days come passing by.

P.S. I will talk to you. It's been what, a month?

Plain.

The post before this is very disturbing.
I admit.
My fingers hover over the delete button to delete the post but I'm going to leave it there.
As a reminder to me.

I'm all choked up inside.
It's hard. And it's getting harder. And harder as the days passes by.

Actually I do have a story to post about but someone's pestering me to get off the computer though I just got on it. So I'll keep it short.

My blog is plain. Really plain. And boring. Not to mention. One look at it and you feel the urge to yawn and lay on the bed. Will anyone help me to bring life to it? Say teach me to use blog skins, modify them, make it more lively? I would love to give it a try.

Till the next post.

All's out after all.

Your statement isn’t true. You said an outright lie. And you down right knew it.

Atrociously, you even said it with a cheerful sing-song cheerful voice and added a smirk in the end. What a ravishing end. To me, it was as though you just spewed profanities right in my face.

If I could only shove a pipe down your throat, then you wouldn’t be able to repeat those insulting, hurting, self-inflicting words again. But what’s done is already done. You can’t undo the past. What’s said has already been said.

It's hard to stand on shifting sand
It's hard to shine in the shadows of the night
You can't be free if you don't reach for help
You cant love if you don’t love yourself

I know your intentions. It doesn’t hurt anymore to be left out. ‘Perfer et obdura; dolor hic tibi proderit olim’ Besides, three’s a crowd. Three people with strong personalities will just end up frequently clashing into one another. Sure, you two merged into one. I don’t mind. I don’t envy you guys. I don’t feel a thing. I respected you two. But I think you’re going way overboard with you’re inconsiderate, thoughtless talks. I often pondered, you two had each other throughout the tough and challenging process. You two were often one. I had two more other with me. We were a trio while you both were twins. But now I’m left alone. It feels so vulnerable. It’s like being stripped of everything, standing in the dark with no one there to comfort you or tell you that everything is going to be all right.

I don’t need your pity. And I don’t want it. None. Nada. Glitch. If only the other two had pass. We’ll be having tons of fun now. But who am I to complain? I’ve learn so much.

It's like the sun is shining when the rain is pouring down
It's like my soul is flying though my feet are on the ground
Its like the world is silent though I know it isnt true
Its like the breath of Jesus right here in this room

To be tougher. To not mind your insulting retorts. To keep my mouth shut cause you don’t deserve my breath. I’ll just be wasting it. To learn to be on my own. To count on my own abilities. To think. Hard. To learn to forgive you. To smile as though it doesn’t mean the world to me. To be tough. To stop the tears from flowing. To learn to trust in God. To learn to seek Him. To sum it all, God is always there for me as long as I have faith in him so I should SMILE for whatever’s worth. Why bother worrying.

Whew, all’s out. Don’t I feel relieved. Everyone I mentioned above is going to remain anonymous. I like it that way. Then everyone can go on thinking or believing that everyone lives their happy, peaceful blissful life. Or that maybe Kelly needs some counseling. Oh well… Shucks. I’m perfectly fine, emotionally. The same can’t be said physically. But I’m healing. So smile. *Trust me, you’ll get sick of this word, thanks to me. =]

P.S. Hey KH, I should have bought you the pink one. Then you can show all the girls you’re gayness. ROFL.

P.P.S. That was Latin. If you want to know what it means. Ask me.