Friday, May 29, 2009
Swine flu isn't the only epidemic around. Heartbreaks are also quite prevalent right now and quite frankly, that negative karma is really starting to get to me so I've devised a plan to aid those of you who find yourselves stuck in dating hell! :)
Now, the failure of a relationship (or for the beginning of one :S) is perhaps largely due to the incompatibility of the two parties. So, to forge a successful relationship, you must pick your partners well!
1) The Loud Ones
All my love.
Now, the failure of a relationship (or for the beginning of one :S) is perhaps largely due to the incompatibility of the two parties. So, to forge a successful relationship, you must pick your partners well!
1) The Loud Ones
- These people are usually the ones who can talk a mile, with relatively short attention spans and the ones people usually cannot keep up with. Relationships with these people usually don't work out because the spouses are looking for someone more "subdued." Whatever that means.
- Compatible Partner: someone equally boisterous and irritatingly upbeat because only he/she would be able to handle the high decibels and non-stop chatter. You guys might actually exhaust each other, in the process, and do the world a magnificent favor.
- Possible Partner: the silent, awkward don't-look-at-me ones; in other words, the emo kid. They'd be so glad to have someone so self-absorbed that can potentially shy the attention away from them.
- Look out for someone cunning, witty and fun. God only knows smart people in this world could use some poking to their funny bones. The social butterflies are just what they need to inject colours into their black and white worlds!
- Be incestuous and date someone of your own profession. Just this once, the dating society will allow it because no one should have to suffer the vanities of these people. Except, they themselves.
- Those with severe insecurity and daddy issues (or any other psychological problems), sorry, no dates for you. I recommend a healthy dose of loneliness to ponder upon your lives. But if you insist on jumping into the pool, then please, date someone as nutsy as you. At least you guys can have a group therapy session and relieve the tension.
- No amount of advice can get you someone. But in the event that someone actually falls for you (bravo!), then I suggest you hide your true colours. At least until you marry him/her and get a baby with them.
- The outcast here is described as the attention-seeker, convinced of no one's love and yearns to belong to something or someone. In comes the orphan, who has no familial ties whatsoever so it is a perfect chance for the outcast to mold them into something that can belong to them. These people will give Gollum a run for his money. My precioussss....
All my love.
what we could have been, 2:52 AM.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
I love watching movies but I hate watching it at the cinema with seats that are abominably close to the screen because I just don't know where to focus my eyes on! The screen is so big that my eyes are practically exercising just to have a complete view of the scenes. Oy.
On to more pressing terms, I think I'm going to fail my stats test :( Statssuck.
Love,
K.
On to more pressing terms, I think I'm going to fail my stats test :( Statssuck.
Love,
K.
what we could have been, 1:19 AM.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
I have this theory.
I'm sure I'm not the only person to have realised it but I have it, nonetheless.
I believe that any single girl has the potential to be crazy.
No matter how unearthly cool they are - when I say cool, I mean play-CS-for-twelve-hours-straight and not at all demanding and nagging (a girl will be forever branded as Goddess for this) - there lies within them a potential to go absolutely and completely bonkers when they've met the perfect male specimen. Heck, a guy doesn't even have to be perfect for a girl to tear out her whole head of hair, out of frustration.
Naturally, I am not exempt from this. There's a thin line between "passionately in love" and simply "borderline" crazy. What sets you apart, I think, is the lack of understanding or trust.
Empower yourself, girls!
Killerrs.
I'm sure I'm not the only person to have realised it but I have it, nonetheless.
I believe that any single girl has the potential to be crazy.
No matter how unearthly cool they are - when I say cool, I mean play-CS-for-twelve-hours-straight and not at all demanding and nagging (a girl will be forever branded as Goddess for this) - there lies within them a potential to go absolutely and completely bonkers when they've met the perfect male specimen. Heck, a guy doesn't even have to be perfect for a girl to tear out her whole head of hair, out of frustration.
Naturally, I am not exempt from this. There's a thin line between "passionately in love" and simply "borderline" crazy. What sets you apart, I think, is the lack of understanding or trust.
- Never ever jump to conclusions and start spewing random accusations that have no tangible evidence. Women are prided for their supreme maturity and intelligence. Make use of this and tread carefully. You don't chase after a deer with a rifle when it's already noticed you, do you? Let it go; pick your battles carefully.
- If you think your boyfriend is being "courted" by another girl, never ever lose your head around her. Remember, she is the enemy. Military tactics need to be employed in order to defeat her. And crying and confronting the worm head-on is not the way to go.
- The male sex always, and I mean always, need their space, to a certain extent. So, never try to come between them and their quality time with their friends. Remember, this isn't done out of some need to be away from you or due to his lack of of feelings for you. Boys will be boys. The same standard, however, does not apply to us. Girls aren't allowed to be girls (indulging in far-fetched borderline-psychotic theories) and if we have the misfortune to concede to our nature, we will be forever condemned for it. That's why we have to utilize our God-given talent of thinking to act accordingly.
Empower yourself, girls!
Killerrs.
what we could have been, 7:52 AM.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Just for the sake of the future when one of us might want to go back to old entries and then you read Ryhan's previous entry and go, "Ohey, so who won American Idol? Kris or Adam?"
It's Kris Allen!!
I honestly believe that Adam deserved this more than Kris. It'll be a lie if i say that Kris is the best singer out of season 8, cause we all know he's not. But hey, who cares if Lambert didn't win and Allen did. I believe that the top 5 will have a LONG singing career in front of them. And that's what matters most :)
you can go higher,
you can do deeper,
there are no boundaries,
above and beneath you,
break every rules,
cause there's nothing between you and your dream..
Kris Allen- No Boundaries.
you know who.
as you were.
I honestly believe that Adam deserved this more than Kris. It'll be a lie if i say that Kris is the best singer out of season 8, cause we all know he's not. But hey, who cares if Lambert didn't win and Allen did. I believe that the top 5 will have a LONG singing career in front of them. And that's what matters most :)
you can do deeper,
there are no boundaries,
above and beneath you,
break every rules,
cause there's nothing between you and your dream..
Kris Allen- No Boundaries.
you know who.
as you were.
what we could have been, 3:55 PM.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I'VE BEEN RUNNING AROUND LIKE MY PANTS CAUGHT FIRE. Why? Cause the new Idol will be crowned tomorrow!! Adam or Kris, it doesn't matter anymore, I have come to terms with the fact that they are both breathtaking in their own way. Isn't that just great? That way, I won't be disappointed with the results tomorrow. Oh and Shawn Johnson, my FAVOURITE gymnast, won Dancing With the Stars!! :D Was at an MP meeting in the afternoon and I am really really really disappointed that SHE has decided to rule out the one event I'm in charge of. Urghhhhhh!!!!!!
Mom had some news about the scholarship. Apparently, they won't be calling in a second batch for the interview as the quotas have been filled. :( I'll just have to keep it together in this bloody battlefield. ONE MORE YEAR, just one more year and Insyaallah, I'll fly off too. Amin, amin. Remember : When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. :)
bisoux,
ryhan
Mom had some news about the scholarship. Apparently, they won't be calling in a second batch for the interview as the quotas have been filled. :( I'll just have to keep it together in this bloody battlefield. ONE MORE YEAR, just one more year and Insyaallah, I'll fly off too. Amin, amin. Remember : When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. :)
bisoux,
ryhan
what we could have been, 5:32 AM.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Today, in a nutshell, was like walking into my room. You simply don't know what item of clothing you were going to stumble over or if the spiderweb would still be there to form a crown on your head as you walk in. Totally unexpected and utterly full of first-time mishaps, which translated in Kilah language, can also be known as ADVENTURES!
First was the accident Heirna had during handball. After several hours, I finally discovered the truth and no, Raihan didn't maliciously pushed her. Heirna had turned around in a very odd angle, causing her leg to be distended. You could see her bone jutting out and for about twenty to thirty minutes, she stayed in this really awkward position because it was simply too painful to move. This has never happened to me, and I feel so bad for her. I hope she gets well soon! Although, I do envy her. She gets to skip GP!
Arif, Baz and I then went off with Nani and her sister Jimah to scout some possible places for the farwell dinner; just want to do our share to lighten the load. No crime in that right? We checked out Kiulap Plaza Hotel, IGS Hall and the Palm Hotel, although this hotel has no ballroom available. The Kiulap Plaza Hotel is perfectly acceptable! More than that! It's spacious and well-furnished. If the price quotation comes back and turn out to be cheaper, I think it would be an awesome place to have the dinner.
Atfer our long hard day, we decided to cap it off with having a drink at Ahan Thai. Then, what do you know. The car got stuck in the mud and despite our Herculean efforts of pushing the car as Jimah reversed it, it still would not move! We were also splattered all over with mud from the tyres' aggressive attempts to free itselves from the mud mask! Arif kept suggesting we put rocks under the tyres. He might as well have spoken to a deaf person because we totally bypassed him. Sorry, Rif! :P So, Jimah called her friend, who tried, for so long to reverse the car, to no avail. I mean, seriously dude. It didn't work when Jimah tried it with four MS kids pushing it, it won't work with you alone behind the wheel. Sorry. HAHA.
Just as I had predicted, he had his friends come to help. It was already past 6 and we were so hungry and tired. Most people would see this as unfortunate and a stick in the mud (HAHAHA), a real damper to end the day. But not us! We were so ecstatic. We took it in stride. I think it had to do with the company :) Just like the debate fiasco. Is it just me or do weird things always happen when I'm around?
Anyway, Arif was right when he said we had to use rocks and trees. I'll never ignore you ever again, Rif! No matter how silly you sound saying half of the things you think! HAHAHA NADAWAH. We finally sped off to Ahan Thai and had dinner there for about an hour. Gila nyaman. I love cheap comfort food! HAHA. Oy, what would Mrs. Singh sayyy!
Pictures were taken. Hopefully they would be up on facebook tomorrow (Y)
So tired that some words aren't even bolded,
Kilzyboo! xOxO EGBA BABY.
First was the accident Heirna had during handball. After several hours, I finally discovered the truth and no, Raihan didn't maliciously pushed her. Heirna had turned around in a very odd angle, causing her leg to be distended. You could see her bone jutting out and for about twenty to thirty minutes, she stayed in this really awkward position because it was simply too painful to move. This has never happened to me, and I feel so bad for her. I hope she gets well soon! Although, I do envy her. She gets to skip GP!
Arif, Baz and I then went off with Nani and her sister Jimah to scout some possible places for the farwell dinner; just want to do our share to lighten the load. No crime in that right? We checked out Kiulap Plaza Hotel, IGS Hall and the Palm Hotel, although this hotel has no ballroom available. The Kiulap Plaza Hotel is perfectly acceptable! More than that! It's spacious and well-furnished. If the price quotation comes back and turn out to be cheaper, I think it would be an awesome place to have the dinner.
Atfer our long hard day, we decided to cap it off with having a drink at Ahan Thai. Then, what do you know. The car got stuck in the mud and despite our Herculean efforts of pushing the car as Jimah reversed it, it still would not move! We were also splattered all over with mud from the tyres' aggressive attempts to free itselves from the mud mask! Arif kept suggesting we put rocks under the tyres. He might as well have spoken to a deaf person because we totally bypassed him. Sorry, Rif! :P So, Jimah called her friend, who tried, for so long to reverse the car, to no avail. I mean, seriously dude. It didn't work when Jimah tried it with four MS kids pushing it, it won't work with you alone behind the wheel. Sorry. HAHA.
Just as I had predicted, he had his friends come to help. It was already past 6 and we were so hungry and tired. Most people would see this as unfortunate and a stick in the mud (HAHAHA), a real damper to end the day. But not us! We were so ecstatic. We took it in stride. I think it had to do with the company :) Just like the debate fiasco. Is it just me or do weird things always happen when I'm around?
Anyway, Arif was right when he said we had to use rocks and trees. I'll never ignore you ever again, Rif! No matter how silly you sound saying half of the things you think! HAHAHA NADAWAH. We finally sped off to Ahan Thai and had dinner there for about an hour. Gila nyaman. I love cheap comfort food! HAHA. Oy, what would Mrs. Singh sayyy!
Pictures were taken. Hopefully they would be up on facebook tomorrow (Y)
So tired that some words aren't even bolded,
Kilzyboo! xOxO EGBA BABY.
what we could have been, 7:54 AM.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
OMG. Jeg elsker deg ALEXANDER RYBAK!!! That's Norwegian for I love Alexander Rybak. Or soemthing. Sounds a bit weird though. hothothothotstufffff.
All I need is you and your violin Rybak. :p Totally deserved to win the Eurovision.
p.s. sorry,short random post, but whatever. :p
p.p.s. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT criticise his English. haha
Hilsen virkelig,
ryhan
what we could have been, 7:53 PM.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
ADAM LAMBERT AND KRIS ALLEN THROUGH TO THE FINALS!!!!!!!! :D
I'll give Gokey some credit, he put up an excellent fight but at the end of the day, charm and a little bit of gay aura win it all! :p This might be the firt American Idol season ever, in which I don't mind seeing either of the finalists grab the title, I usually take sides. Ahh..memories of the David vs David days. :) Both Adam and Kris are exact opposites, Adam being the ultimate performer who pulls out all stops once he's on stage and Kris being a wallflower at times who radiates a mysterious aura when he performs. And and and, I totally love Kris's version of Kanye's Heartless. Who knew you could sing that song acoustic? So anyway, may the best man win! p.s. sorry emah and yas, we rubbed Gokey's departure in your face. :p
On a completely unrelated note, now is the right time to explain everything. Yeah, you know who you are. This isn't funny anymore, okay? They can get hurt, and I don't want to be responsible for that. Let's just call it what it is and get it over with. Seriously. Geez.
A very confused and annoyed Raihan
I'll give Gokey some credit, he put up an excellent fight but at the end of the day, charm and a little bit of gay aura win it all! :p This might be the firt American Idol season ever, in which I don't mind seeing either of the finalists grab the title, I usually take sides. Ahh..memories of the David vs David days. :) Both Adam and Kris are exact opposites, Adam being the ultimate performer who pulls out all stops once he's on stage and Kris being a wallflower at times who radiates a mysterious aura when he performs. And and and, I totally love Kris's version of Kanye's Heartless. Who knew you could sing that song acoustic? So anyway, may the best man win! p.s. sorry emah and yas, we rubbed Gokey's departure in your face. :p
On a completely unrelated note, now is the right time to explain everything. Yeah, you know who you are. This isn't funny anymore, okay? They can get hurt, and I don't want to be responsible for that. Let's just call it what it is and get it over with. Seriously. Geez.
A very confused and annoyed Raihan
what we could have been, 6:36 PM.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
True friend is oxymoronic.
Is there really such a thing as loyalty? I am incredibly disillusioned and doubtful of its very existence. Although it seems that Loyalty will win the battle to shatter my disenchantment, something will always come trampling down the road and slaughter every belief I have left. It is inescapable. Yes, literature people; all those dark and bleak subjects some of the poets continuously mack about are actually dead-on accurate, no matter how hard you and I try to fight it. The glass is more than just half empty. It's down to the last inch. Rain might fall and fill it up to the brim, but nature will take its course and the glass will, once again, be half empty.
Is there really such a thing as loyalty? I am incredibly disillusioned and doubtful of its very existence. Although it seems that Loyalty will win the battle to shatter my disenchantment, something will always come trampling down the road and slaughter every belief I have left. It is inescapable. Yes, literature people; all those dark and bleak subjects some of the poets continuously mack about are actually dead-on accurate, no matter how hard you and I try to fight it. The glass is more than just half empty. It's down to the last inch. Rain might fall and fill it up to the brim, but nature will take its course and the glass will, once again, be half empty.
what we could have been, 5:16 AM.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Awake. (Starring Hayden Christensen, Jessica Alba, Terrence Howard, etc) Definitely a must watch movie. Afiqah approves!
My eyes weren't dry the entire length of the movie. It was THAT fantastic. I just caught in on Star Movies. And my oh my, might i say what a mighty fine specimen that Hayden Christensen is! LOL Clayton Beresford Jr, who he plays in this movie, just dethroned Jasper Hale as my number one (fictional) man. It'd be so awesome if my boyfriend was like him. LOL :)
It was just the most sweetest thing ever when the thought of Sam made him numb of pain. The love he had for her made everything else disappear. ♥
But then oh, it spirals down afterwards. I don't want to say much about this movie cause I'll probably just spoil the ending. Just watch the movie, if you haven't. And get ready to be hypnotised by the blue eyes of one Hayden Christensen :) :)
And on a completely different note. Liverpool FC, i bleed red only because of you. Now, win for me! Win!!
As you were.
EDITED: Liverpool won! Wohooo!! ♥
aaand and, congratulations to Danny Agger who just became a new daddy!! So happy for you! :D :D
My eyes weren't dry the entire length of the movie. It was THAT fantastic. I just caught in on Star Movies. And my oh my, might i say what a mighty fine specimen that Hayden Christensen is! LOL Clayton Beresford Jr, who he plays in this movie, just dethroned Jasper Hale as my number one (fictional) man. It'd be so awesome if my boyfriend was like him. LOL :)
It was just the most sweetest thing ever when the thought of Sam made him numb of pain. The love he had for her made everything else disappear. ♥
But then oh, it spirals down afterwards. I don't want to say much about this movie cause I'll probably just spoil the ending. Just watch the movie, if you haven't. And get ready to be hypnotised by the blue eyes of one Hayden Christensen :) :)
And on a completely different note. Liverpool FC, i bleed red only because of you. Now, win for me! Win!!
As you were.
EDITED: Liverpool won! Wohooo!! ♥
aaand and, congratulations to Danny Agger who just became a new daddy!! So happy for you! :D :D
what we could have been, 8:51 AM.
Friday, May 8, 2009
I love animated films.
Corpse Bride was what spurned on that declaration! I was feverishly (quite literally as it was incredibly hot this afternoon) finishing off my History essay just so I could indulge in my favorite pastime of watching movies without a care in the world and the threat of homework to haul me back into reality.
If you haven't watched the gory and macabre yet appealingly quirky animated flick that is Corpse Bride, then you are really missing a lot. While it is quite reminiscent of The Nightmare Before Christmas (same producer, Tim Burton; is there any wonder?) the plot is fresh and hilarious. Due to dire financial straits, Victoria Everglot - the daughter of an aristocrat - is catapulted into an arranged marriage to a nouve-riche fish merchant's son, Victor van Dort, who is a sweet bumbling mass of nerves. Upon their first meeting, which was on the day of their wedding's rehearsal, they develop a certain affinity for each other, and both suddenly looked forward to the wedding, instead of dreading it. However, Victor, who is by nature a nervous boy, is unable to execute the recital of his vows flawlessly, leading the Pastor who was officiating the marriage to suspend the wedding until Victor could, as we say it, get it right.
This led Victor to stumble off into the forest, frustrated with himself. Alone in the forest, he begins to practice his vows and to his surprise, he could remember them! To complete the act, he inserted the intended wedding ring into a tree bark, not realizing it was the rotting hand of a female corpse, Emily, who accepts Victor's unintended marriage proposal and vows and takes him to the underworld. Several incidents then ensue which I will not disclose here because I wouldn't be able to do the film justice. So, people, do watch this! It's incredibly entertaining and the characters are all drawn so peculiarly, as is customary for a Tim Burton film. This one newspaper man who kept ringing a bell was shaped like a huge bell; sort of like the one Quasimodo tended to in the Hunchback. Victor is a thin and tall boy with literally stick-thin legs. But his eyes are huge and covers up most of his face. The combination of these two peculiar features are enough to make you laugh when you see him running.
So who lent their voices to the characters? As you might have guessed, Victor is played by none other than the poster boy for Tim Burton's films, Johnny Depp and Emily, the ghost is played by TB's real-life ladylove, Helena Bonham Carter. It's a must-see, in my opinion. So go out and buy a copy and tell me all about it! (: I will now go scratch my leg for I seem to have been bitten by a damn mosquito.
Love, Kilah.
Corpse Bride was what spurned on that declaration! I was feverishly (quite literally as it was incredibly hot this afternoon) finishing off my History essay just so I could indulge in my favorite pastime of watching movies without a care in the world and the threat of homework to haul me back into reality.
If you haven't watched the gory and macabre yet appealingly quirky animated flick that is Corpse Bride, then you are really missing a lot. While it is quite reminiscent of The Nightmare Before Christmas (same producer, Tim Burton; is there any wonder?) the plot is fresh and hilarious. Due to dire financial straits, Victoria Everglot - the daughter of an aristocrat - is catapulted into an arranged marriage to a nouve-riche fish merchant's son, Victor van Dort, who is a sweet bumbling mass of nerves. Upon their first meeting, which was on the day of their wedding's rehearsal, they develop a certain affinity for each other, and both suddenly looked forward to the wedding, instead of dreading it. However, Victor, who is by nature a nervous boy, is unable to execute the recital of his vows flawlessly, leading the Pastor who was officiating the marriage to suspend the wedding until Victor could, as we say it, get it right.
This led Victor to stumble off into the forest, frustrated with himself. Alone in the forest, he begins to practice his vows and to his surprise, he could remember them! To complete the act, he inserted the intended wedding ring into a tree bark, not realizing it was the rotting hand of a female corpse, Emily, who accepts Victor's unintended marriage proposal and vows and takes him to the underworld. Several incidents then ensue which I will not disclose here because I wouldn't be able to do the film justice. So, people, do watch this! It's incredibly entertaining and the characters are all drawn so peculiarly, as is customary for a Tim Burton film. This one newspaper man who kept ringing a bell was shaped like a huge bell; sort of like the one Quasimodo tended to in the Hunchback. Victor is a thin and tall boy with literally stick-thin legs. But his eyes are huge and covers up most of his face. The combination of these two peculiar features are enough to make you laugh when you see him running.
So who lent their voices to the characters? As you might have guessed, Victor is played by none other than the poster boy for Tim Burton's films, Johnny Depp and Emily, the ghost is played by TB's real-life ladylove, Helena Bonham Carter. It's a must-see, in my opinion. So go out and buy a copy and tell me all about it! (: I will now go scratch my leg for I seem to have been bitten by a damn mosquito.
Love, Kilah.
what we could have been, 5:04 AM.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
I don't care how much they cost, or how they'll make me look fat when i wear them with my DVB skinnies, I WANT THEM! I mean, just look at them Marc Jacobs flats!! They're not your average Keds, they're a total fashion statement! I want them in every colour and every design, but living in this fashion Uganda called Brunei, I'd have to wait til Mom's trip to Australia OR my sister could get one for me in UK. *HINTHINT* If you're reading this, bimbo, get me one!!! I'm actually doing you a favor, now you don't have to buy me a birthday present. Consider it done! :p I will not settle for a pair from ebay that probably still reeks of the previous owner's feet!
MARC JACOBS MOUSE FLATS!!!!!
Also found these cool 'Obama McCain Keds' that were sold during the campaign last year. I'm not exactly sure how that's supposed to be an honour, getting your face pasted all over a pair of shoes. Doesn't that make it look like you're getting your face, and everything that comes with it, trampled on? Read : Doormat! But whatever, still totally love Obama. :) They designed a whole collection based on the campaign, with both McCain and Obama Keds, but these are my favourite. :)
what we could have been, 3:46 AM.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Have you ever wondered how you would turn out had you been born in a different era, parents and place? Here is my desired alternate life:
- Era - a futuristic one; where aliens and humans coexist in harmony.
- Parents - none. I am the product of a mutated process that does not require biological cooperation from this mediocre race called humans. In this era, it is commonly unheard of for a human to be born via birth. We are children of science! A by-product of the vision and sheer determination shared by Humalien, the advanced scientific movement that has, throughout New Futura (the era I live in) history persevered to create a perfect hybrid of both humans and aliens. In this hybrid, the weaknesses of both species will be eliminated, to give a hundred-percent efficient creature. The first Hybrid was created on the 208th Maranday (it is no longer called Monday), 7000 Millenia.
- Place - Earth, along with more than half of the world's population, were decimated and consumed by the -- now mythical but was once, deadly -- global warming, which from history and geography records is defined as "the increase in the average temperature of the Earth that can either plunge the world into an indefinite Ice Age or desertification." The latter occurred, but not before a quarter of Earth's population managed to escape, using five hundred space shuttles, to the temperature-neutral Mars. Here, any species of creature can survive. There is also no longer a fear of the Sun, as it has exploded millions of years ago in the same incident that made Earth mere history.
How cool is this?! Haha. This is just a joke. Rest assured, there is no fear of me stripping naked and participating in a Paganist ritual of worshipping the moon. Nor will I join Tom Cruise's joke of a religion anytime soon. I am just trying to alleviate the stress that I have been constantly bombarded with of late. Also, this is a manifestation of my obsession with X-Men. So, don't take this seriously. :)
So, who is weird enough to do this?
So, who is weird enough to do this?
what we could have been, 3:21 AM.
Guten Abend :)
I apologize for my previous post because it was very brief and some mentioned that the font is pretty hard to read. As mentioned before, I am new at this so please excuse my bimboness.
I had a very productive day today, thanks to my dearest sister :) I owe her money and I am super broke. So she made me help paint her room green. Not really paint, just take the wallpaper off her walls. Agus, my grandpa's worker, is doing the painting part. But still it was super tiring cause the air-cond was off and no fan :( But before that, i went to this shop to make our handball jersey. Go Ultimate Velocity :) TWO CHORES DONE :) all i have left is homework :( I have so many outstanding homework. Sorry, teachers. I'm only 17, what do you want from me? Later, I'ma watch Wolverine with my darling cousins but my legs and my many homework are killing me. I can't really walk properly for the time being so if you see me walking around looking like a sloth, don't laugh. I don't know if i can play in the badminton tournament on Friday cause I think my legs are not going to recover by then. PFTTH! Have to go now, my brother wants to skype with her girlfriend. Lovebirds :p
Auf Wiedersehen,
Emah.
I apologize for my previous post because it was very brief and some mentioned that the font is pretty hard to read. As mentioned before, I am new at this so please excuse my bimboness.
I had a very productive day today, thanks to my dearest sister :) I owe her money and I am super broke. So she made me help paint her room green. Not really paint, just take the wallpaper off her walls. Agus, my grandpa's worker, is doing the painting part. But still it was super tiring cause the air-cond was off and no fan :( But before that, i went to this shop to make our handball jersey. Go Ultimate Velocity :) TWO CHORES DONE :) all i have left is homework :( I have so many outstanding homework. Sorry, teachers. I'm only 17, what do you want from me? Later, I'ma watch Wolverine with my darling cousins but my legs and my many homework are killing me. I can't really walk properly for the time being so if you see me walking around looking like a sloth, don't laugh. I don't know if i can play in the badminton tournament on Friday cause I think my legs are not going to recover by then. PFTTH! Have to go now, my brother wants to skype with her girlfriend. Lovebirds :p
Auf Wiedersehen,
Emah.
what we could have been, 1:58 AM.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
My greatest fear is not of heights, nor of spiders, snakes or creepy crawlies or whatever. My fear is fairly unknown: the fear of being forgotten, the fear of being ignored and/or the fear of nobody caring about me. Athazagoraphobia. That's the correct term for it. You have no idea how much of a heaven sent it is knowing the term athazagoraphobia. For the past two years, i've lived with a sad conclusion that i'm depressed for feeling this way. Haha.. And now that i know i'm not mentally incorrect, i feel like i can finally breathe easy. Am not exaggerating. My fear is something that i have lived with for two years. And it has grown to an intensifying degree since the last few months of 2008. Especially in the eyes of the ones i'm close with for 5 years. I'm scared, terrified even, of the thought that i'm being replaced. A feeling which i can't seem to ignore lately.
If i were to be gone for good on planet earth, i very often wonder if anyone would ever miss me. If anyone would notice my absence. Because i know that i'm not exactly the most funniest, or the most interesting, or the smartest person you've ever met. I'm very much so like the average jane. And who would miss an average jane? Almost noone. I go through with it everyday in school. Or should i say, especially in school. No one waits for me if i go out of class or lab last. I'd be the last and lone soul in a line of buzzing chatter when going to another class. Everyday. Unless i make the effort to leave before everyone else does to avoid being ignored. It hurts. Woah, understatement of the year! I don't know.. Maybe it's my fault. I don't exactly have the most loudest voice or the most shiniest personality in a room full of loud voices and sunshine personalities. Maybe i should learn to be both. Or maybe i'm just paranoid. Sighs.
Well, whatever it is. I'm embracing my athazagoraphobia. If i can have a tattoo, it'd say athazagoraphobic. And I'd place it on my wrist..
To overcome a fear, one most embrace and admit it, y/y? :)
lol
if you're wondering,
it's Afiqah..
as you were.
If i were to be gone for good on planet earth, i very often wonder if anyone would ever miss me. If anyone would notice my absence. Because i know that i'm not exactly the most funniest, or the most interesting, or the smartest person you've ever met. I'm very much so like the average jane. And who would miss an average jane? Almost noone. I go through with it everyday in school. Or should i say, especially in school. No one waits for me if i go out of class or lab last. I'd be the last and lone soul in a line of buzzing chatter when going to another class. Everyday. Unless i make the effort to leave before everyone else does to avoid being ignored. It hurts. Woah, understatement of the year! I don't know.. Maybe it's my fault. I don't exactly have the most loudest voice or the most shiniest personality in a room full of loud voices and sunshine personalities. Maybe i should learn to be both. Or maybe i'm just paranoid. Sighs.
Well, whatever it is. I'm embracing my athazagoraphobia. If i can have a tattoo, it'd say athazagoraphobic. And I'd place it on my wrist..
To overcome a fear, one most embrace and admit it, y/y? :)
lol
if you're wondering,
it's Afiqah..
as you were.
what we could have been, 6:54 AM.