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Kadang kadang aku nak buat satu blog
Dimana di situ hanya ada aku.
Satu blog dimana di situ hanya ada kawan kawan aku.
Satu blog yang hanya ada aku dan orang lain,
bukan kawan kawan aku.

Untuk orang secretive macam aku, buat blog ni susah sebenarnya.
Heh

Oh okay, there's so much pain in one day.

13 Oct 2011

Just got back from school. English was tough man. Tak sepatutnya buat main main tadi, lukis lukis bagai. Tadi, my classmates ask me, "weh kau kau, kau nak pakai apa hari amal". With an innocent, cute little face I answered "baju kurung"

"baju kurung?"

"Ha'ah baju kurung lah"

"Oh kau dah janji dengan budak budak sana ke?" sambil tunjuk ke arah kelas sebelah.

"eh takdelah, aku sorang je. Baju kurung"

"serious ke ni?"

Ada muka main main ke? Aku tengah buat muka cute + risau + tak paham ni.
"Serious ah. Korang kenapa?"

My question was left un-answered, bersepai sepai atas jalan raya, berkecai dipijak mereka yang lalu lalang.



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Still, kepada korang schoolmates saya, korang pakai baju apa?
Nak tukar fikiran ah cemni, sekarang taktau nak pakai baju apa pulaa


Btw, today is my Mom's birthday.
Datang rumah sini meh, wish my mom ni. Cepat lah cepat lah, cemna mau jadi menantu yg berdedikasi ni? *winkwink*

Via mobile

Hai.

OMG OMG OMG Im on phone.

Abang dpt phone baru bhai~
kbye

Imperfect perfection

Ive been on tumblr for quite a while now. Ive figured out something. Its negative to be exact. A lot of people keep complaining how imperfect they were, how their crushes didnt like who they were and some sort of stuff. And how do they try to be the best out of the best to obtain their crushes' heart lah kot. Well, I dont care if its only on tumblr, but the fact that it isnt only on tumblr. Its in my surroundings. My classmates, my best friends, my acquaintances-friends, my we-only-know-each-others-name friends. Its happening here. And Im getting bored of this stuff. Its getting nowhere you see!

Hear this peoples, NOBODY IS PERFECT and nobody is gonna be one. Lagipun, perfection is subjective. Really. You'll gonna be perfect in one's eye but not in the other. I heard stories about how you deeply in love with this A guy, and how the B guy loves you even more than the A guy. You chase for the A, but you'll miss the B guy. You'll end up suffering your whole teenage life. Worst, your life.

See what I mean, we're all perfect in our own way. I dont say like you cant change for the better. But what Im saying is SLOW DOWN WILL YA?! I know what you'll gonna say, its easier said than done, aite? But you dont need to get so emotional, I mean like teribbly, critically emotional, I mean like extremely fucking extremely emotional.

Oh and I love food the very the much too. I cant stand it too. But I wont stop doing what I love, eating! And painting, and web browsing and online shopping, and surfing for some DIY stuff, ooh and lookbooking. See, I love doing things that like my mom said 'things that will make you get fat, young girl'

Im on my period so pardon me for being so so so like "whats wrong with this girl?" And this is the lecturer in me typing. So bye!