Me : So how was work?
Mom : Hard, Hopefully you'd study hard and get a great job where you dont have to do anything, studying matters, it'll get you somewhere.. *yada yada about education*

Me : I'm into biology
Mom : Yeah, but you have to study hard and hopefully get a scholarship to a great college that'll take you somewhere and then you can get a great job, studying matters, it'll get you somewhere *yada yada about education*

Me : I want a dog?
Mom : Yeah, study hard first, get good grades, get a good job that pays you well and then you can buy a huge house and your own dog, Studying matters, it'll get you somewhere, unlike me, i took it for granted * yada yada about education*

Me : Ya know Gel's mom got a tattoo!
Mom : Yeah, so you study hard first, get good grades, get a good job that pays you well and then you can do anything you want without caring, you have to study hard, get into a good college, *yada yada about education*

Me : So whats for lunch?
Mom : Oh the usuals, see you study hard and you can get a great job and then buy all the food you want and you can do anything without caring, just study a lot, studying matters *yada yada about education*

Me : I'm going jamming later
Mom : If only you were like that about your studies, wow, you'd get great grades, a great job, do anything you want after that with all the money in the world, education is important now but you dont understand * YADA YADA BOUT FUCKING EDUCATION*

ME : I GET THE POINT. STOP RELATING EVERYTHING WITH EDUCATION. I GET IT!
Mom : Yeah, You dont understand the hardship I go through, slaving away everyday for you, You know being a mother is the hardest job in the world *yada yada somehow relates the topic with education and how important it is.*


Three goddamn words, Mom.













I GET IT.

I go to school every goddamn morning, Listening to every tom, dick and fucking harry tell me how important this stage of my life is and how PMR's gonna make a huge effect on my life and how I have to study my fucking ass off. Get B's and C's for my trials as I watch my other friends fight over marks to get a higher A, It makes me feel stupid. Like I'm hopeless. Worthless. I can't even score THOSE FEW FUCKING MARKS. Come home, feeling like shit, and on top of all of that, I get lectures from everyone on how education is important and how i should work my ass off now to benefit later, Then I go to tuition just to hear my teachers tell me how hard PMR is and how I should work my ass off. Come home, Get lectured somemore. I GET IT. I FUCKING GET IT. I'M TRYING MY BEST LA. JUST GIVE ME SOME GODDAMN AIR!

Today was just another Saturday. If I was a good enough friend, I would've gone for Roshinni's Bollywood party. Unfortunately, I didn't have an appropriate apparel. Maybe if I did, My day wouldn't have been so dull.

I was supposed to go for the Manchester game too, But my dad never got back to me. Typical. He took my bro and his girlfriend's son. Obviously, He was the only reason my dad bothered. My dad isn't really a football fan, But her son is football crazy. He wouldn't have cared if my brother wanted to go or not. It's just... Well, I don't know. I guess after what happened the last time, My life with my dad seems to revolve around her family. I don't see the fairness in that. Just because they lost their dad, They had to steal mine? Maybe it's not their fault, It's his. He let them use him, He made himself so vulnerable. He walked away on his flesh and blood to be with them.

Anyways, I don't wanna talk about it. I just made peace with my dad and I'm trying to forget the bullshit he caused me.


The match between Manchester United and Malaysia was pretty predictable. Manchester was in on the joke. As you know, (unless you live under a rock) Manchester beat Malaysia and the score was 3-2 . MANCHESTER TOOK IT REALLY REALLY EASY ON THEM. Malaysia was playing like a goddamn retard! They missed the throw in, The goalkeeper ran way out of reach when Manchester was about to shoot, When they tried to defend, They lost stamina and tripped. Sigh, It was embarrassing. I guess they didn't even have the confidence to match up. Almost 3/4 of Malaysia was on Manchester's side.

I think I'm changing. My toleration to bullshit is slowly decreasing. There are so many things that annoys the crap out of me. Sometimes, Some people say some stuff that... I've totally lost enthusiasm in. Like Love. But I wont be pissed off or anything, Just too annoyed to answer or comment about it, let alone say anything at all. And when I dont, People'll ask me to cut out my emoness and smile. What the hell? I'm not being emotional, I just have no comment on the topic. It's bullshit.


Ok, I dont know what my point is. I just wish I could find the same enthusiasm I once had long ago.

I don't believe in 'Bad Influences' . I guess its just puberty kicking in, and life fucking itself up on your behalf....... and you giving in to it.

You know, I've came across so many narrow minded people. Well, I'm not condemning them, I'm just saying... They'd stick to their beliefs in every situation without giving every other possibility a chance to redeem itself. They'd live in a system of their own, Made supposedly for 'the better' but In the end, They'd kill themselves on how they wasted time planning instead of living.


What's their motive? We're all going to the grave alone anyway.

To start off, NEW MUST HEAR-BAND LIST :D

• The Cab
• There For Tomorrow
  
• You, Me At Six
  

I don't understand why the world doesn't agree in my taste of music! I think it's fucking awesome :O

Giuli said there was nothing special bout There For Tomorrow! !?!?! Let's see Paramore kiss their ass. hahaha

I dont know, But I think I'm drifting away from Paramore day by day! Most of their songs sound the same, Literally. Emergency, Crushcrushcrush, Conspiracy, Decoy, Caught Myself, Pressure, Misery Business, Until Tomorrow, Decode, Fences?! Same beat, Same riff, Same note.

They're so annoying!

Josh farro and his overreacting eye-liner,
Zac and his COMMON DRUM ROLLS.
Jeremy and his beard that he lost control of at the age of 9,
Haley and her multicolored hair and ability of hitting notes that no one ever dared to try!
Tyler and his inexperience self that's just trying to fit in.
Fueled By Ramen and their goddamn cliche records!
Alternative punk rock and their pathetic excuse of an 'IMAGE'

In A Local Bookstore.

*Odd foreign couple spots an attractive pencil rack*
*Odd foreign couple approaches it*
*Odd foreign couple looks at it with a rather imaginative expression.*
*Odd foreign husband picks a specimen up*
*Odd foreign couple tries to come up with an explanation.*

Odd foreign Wife : So THIS is a 'Nip Pencil' !


Nip? You gotta be kidding me :S

AWWWW. hahaha. It's kinda creepy to be honest.

It's amazing how bitchy a person could get. I don't even understand why they're such sadists. They just love seeing people in misery, I guess they get aroused by the sight. But you know what? I'm not gonna let them get to me anymore. It's my fucking birthday in 3 hours! And I refuse to feel any form of sadness. JUST FOR ONE GODDAMN DAY. Tomorrow, I'm gonna party LIKE AN ASSHOLE! I just hope I don't get bashed :S well I don't mind it, Just. I don't wanna go home with traces of food in my hair. I can't risk it! I'd have to go for mahsuri in a damn afro if it happens. Hey wait, I guess I can.. Skip Mahsuri :D

Party longer. nyeh :p

It's so sad to see how the world has suddenly fallen deeply in love with Michael Jackson. Literally EVERYONE is singing his songs, Finally taking time to watch his videos, Blogging about him, Making videos about his shocking death. Not that I'm opposed to it, But The fact that they only started appreciating him after his death. When he was alive, Everyone mocked him, Accused him of molestation, Michael Jackson was a huge joke that everyone was in on. He was tortured for so many years because some family accused him of molestation. Tabloids were leaking out false information, Mad TV was freaking making spoofs about the whole thing, He was emotionally tortured in jail,
And the best part is, The family admitted that they lied about the whole thing after Michael Jackson's death.

He didn't even live to be vindicated. What's the point in loving him now? It's too late.

It was a very normal day. Too normal to be true, Evil was expected just around the corner. The sky was a normal shade of blue, And the traffic was so predictable. It seemed like a potential crime scene. Luckily, I brought along my paper glue but I didn't have my trusty orange juice with me. It killed my confidence a bit but I survived.

At approximately 5.45 that evening, As I remembered, I walked out of Kasturi with Gerbin, My egg beating side-kick, As we saw this white man sitting down in front of a pathetic excuse of 711. He had this box placed in front of him that no one seemed to care about. Us, Being the awesome people we were, We Found it rather unusual that a foreigner was begging. Not JUST begging, The expression on his face looked like someone set his cat on fire or he was forced to kill his whole family cause giant ants were attacking the world. Ok, This is starting to sound like the plot of The Mist.


ANYWAYS


We approached the poor man, and the box in front of him said "I Lost My Money, I Can't Go Home. Help Please" in three different languages. Obviously handwritten by three different people. Didn't it occour to whoever who wrote that to HELP HIM GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE instead of just lending a hand? Or a couple of fingers literally?

Well, We instantly felt a huge burden on us. This guy was just sitting there helplessly, And everyone was just walking pass him, Some would take a second look, Some would just make him seem invisible. Why we didn't think he was a fake? Cause he didn't ACTUALLY BEG like everyone else.

In the train station, There're at least 4 different beggars who take different shifts just to beg at that specific spot. And these people aren't even retarded. At 3, This Chinese guy with a damn stoned face and a blue shirt will sit down and smile at everyone and beg, then at 5, He'd get up and walk to another spot, Then this lady with the biggest head and the smallest body I've ever seen, Would come and sit, smile and beg. Then when she needs to go take a piss, She'd nicely walk off, Leave her slippers that she could miraculously afford, Her food, HER GODDAMN CUP. And when she comes back, Sits and begs some more. Sometimes, This Indian shirtless guy with pimples all over his body would come. But recently, We haven't seen him much. Must made deals with other beggars.

BUT HERE HE WAS, JUST LOOKING AT THE GROUND, HOPING THAT SOMEONE WOULD ACKNOWLEDGE THE FREAKING BOX.

Being the superheroe that i am so awesomely,

I ran to the closest corner, Ripped my shirt off and unraveled my superhero outfit, Pulled out an involuntary glow in the dark samurai sword and some sour skittles, FLEW TO THE FOREIGN DUDE
























































Gave him 3 bucks and saved the day :)

I hate it when people go around telling everyone their life story, In other words, the "pity me, I'm too useless to figure out things on my own so I should shower everyone else with my misery that I exaggerated about" story. Some people go to the extend of actually sitting at the road site, Begging for money. Seriously, It can't be THAT bad. It's actually hard to tell between the fake and real now days. The other day, I saw this chinese lady sitting near the bank, Begging for money. And at night, I saw her taking the bus home. What the fuck?!

Why can't she just get off her ass and get A REAL JOB? What's the point of cheating people anyways, It's not like it pays off.

The society is such an embarrassment, It's disgusting.

People ALWAYS jump to conclusions. When they're given a challenge that they ACTUALLY HAVE TO WORK FOR, They come up with different excuses, most of the time concerning them, just to get out of it. Not realizing there are MILLIONS of unfortunate people out there still making the best out of things. I mean, IF YOU REALLY GAVE A DAMN, YOU WOULD FIND A WAY. Like 'biar putih tulang, jangan putih mata' ! . wait, what? =/


Anyways, I don't even know where I'm going with this.

I've seen too many people die in the past few months, Days actually. And I think I've finally learned to appreciate life. I've come to realize that misery isn't stalking me, I just often think of situations to call misery cause honestly, Everyone loves misery, don't they? Misery is easier to find than happiness. And happiness is often temporary but misery could last a life time if you hold a grudge. In conclusion, Life is wasted because people are so drawn to misery more than happiness. I've got bored of misery and I think it's time I add a bit of colour to my life. Life is short. I know that line seems so cliche, But it's true. Today, I could be sitting here, Typing this goddamn post, Tomorrow I might die in a gnarly car crash on the way to school? I won't be surprised tho, My grandpa's a fcuking reckless driver. My point is, No one knows when it's time to go, So might as well make the best out of... 'NOW' than wait for 'THE NEXT TIME' cause 'THE NEXT TIME' might not even exist. Tho, I still find it awesomely ridiculous to keep healthy.

Eat well, Stay fit, Die anyways, Yeah?