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so sleep alone tonight
Shu Ern.
16 earthling years. Gutsy and sarcastic. Mushroom on head. Hide sweets at unreachable places just so that she doesn't eat too many of them. Breed dinosaurs. |
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Obsessions
My last post before I went to the camp, unwillingly.My current obsessions are: Swimmers, mostly Michael Phelps. He's the little magical creature who swims like a freaking whatever-thing-that-swims-fast. He definitely knows the way to win. Just keep swimming, swimming , swimming , swimming...... I know he's a fish in disguise. I just know he is.
Panic At The Disco. They're effing funny. You know they are just they are. A video for all of you funny lovers!!!!
 My will: -I wish to have a hair weave before I die in the camp. Burn it to me if I died before anyone can get it for me. - I want a puppy but don't burn it. Burn its photo to me. - I don't want to go at ALL!!!!! I'm a goddamn idiot!!!! - Please send sms to me and greet me good night. I will be lonely there. - Think about me and my hottness all the time. It helps to cease the thought of wanting to see me. - I don't want to die yet!!!! - I think I'm going to die. Remember I will be kill by snobby brats. - Please sue them for me!!!! I have money in my bank account!!!! After this post, I'm still an effing idiot who will be going to camp tomorrow, UN-FUCKING-WILLINGLY. Ah... It's been a long time since I've cursed.
Vain, pervert, crazy and Dumb.
If you think something crazy happen in your life, well think again. Today I got my Maths paper. So as you know my gene doesn't carry anything in Maths except 1, 2, 3. So I failed miserably. Failed as if literally fail flat. And then this crazy thing happen when I was checking the answers. A question that I don't know at ALL, I simply tembak only and I got it correct. I don't even know the formula. That's why I always say that I'm PSYCHIC.The fun doesn't stop there as I got my BM paper 1, I literally stopped breathing. I didn't even get half of it correct which is so pathetic. I got only 18 of it correct and I call myself genius when it comes to language. Bleh~~ But my oh-so-awesome writing save my ass so I won't get an ugly mark. And the real shocking thing is I'm the lowest for paper 1 in my class. At least I think so. I think I need to publish a book called " Write to Save Ass ". I bet it will be a New York Times bestseller. When it comes to New York Times bestseller, almost every book I bought is a New York Times bestseller and have great review. It doesn't matter if it's a crappy book or have shitty plot, it always have review so great that you can't help but buy it. And when you brought it home, you just want to burn it and let the cockroach eat the ashes. So if every author can get a great review, why not me? The most frustrating thing lately is the International Camp. I wish I was a spoiled, rich brat so I can't get my ass out and let them keep the RM 200. Unfortunately, after spending RM 200, I have to spend a hell lot of money buying gifts for people I don't know and having them to taste our traditional food. I mean come on, they can go to an International Food Fest if they want. We will just share our culture and experience by our mouth. Words are the best weapons. I'm still craving for a freaking hair weave. I want my long luscious hair!!!!! Few days in a week, I would think that I'm vain. 1 week in a month, I would think that I'm a pervert. 2 weeks in a month, I would think that I'm crazy. 365 days of the whole year, I would think that I'm...... STUPID!!!!!!!!!!!! Even I can't stand my own stupidness (ben- ness) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Everything popular is wrong. Oscar Wilde
I am the new funny
Today I skipped the briefing at HQ. I just don't like the people and atmosphere there. I don't like the people who thinks that they're all that and act all high and mighty. Just my own not-so-good experience. They just can't handle some jokes.The world is a freaking wonderful place. Yesterday when I was watching the qualification for the swimmers, I was awed. Not only that they can swim like a freaking fish but they are extremely good looking too. And not to forget about their abs. Their abs are mind blowing and the advantage of watching the male swimmers competing: They wear tight tight tight swimsuit. And when their muscle flexes, it's a fangirl moment. Their smile of victory, priceless. Nothing beats a man who makes sport sexy and do it with effortlessness. Gosh, I sound like a huge pervert but it's really hot. All of them are so good looking and you might wonder " Is a Hollywood movie about swimmers?" I seriously need hair extensions. Not a wig, not those glued on ones. I want the ones which are sewn in and called weave (?). Maybe. I want to know what I look like with luscious long hair. I'm too much of a lazy ass to keep my own hair long. My hair is so freaking thick, it's uncontrolable. I'm going to the International Camp soon. Very soon, too soon. I wish I hadn't pay for it. I just hated it just by the thought of it. I don't like going with all the snobby people who thinks cheap is the new funny. Sorry, honey. I am the new funny. And I don't even freaking knows why everyone just laugh and laugh and laugh. Sorry if I don't speak the language cheap. I wish I could just keep my big fat mouth shut and not go there in the first place. I hate myself now. Apart from all the shit going on, the world is still a wonderful place with my existence. P/S: Boo doesn't like the girl swimmers and he's jealous of the eye candy I got from the male ones. If you haven't got anything nice to say about anybody, come sit next to me. - Alice Roosevelt Longworth I keep telling myself, everything's OK...
在东京铁塔 第一次眺望 看灯火模彷 坠落的星光 我终于到达 但却更悲伤 一个人完成 我们的梦想 . 你总说 时间还很多 你可以等我 以前我不懂得 未必明天 就有以后 . 想念是会呼吸的痛 它活在我身上所有角落 哼你爱的歌会痛 看你的信会痛 连沉默也痛 . 遗憾是会呼吸的痛 它流在血液中来回滚动 后悔不贴心会痛 恨不懂你会痛 想见不能见最痛 . 没看你脸上 张扬过哀伤 那是种多么 寂寞的倔强 你拆了城墙 让我去流浪 在原地等我 把自己捆绑 . 你没说 你也会软弱 需要倚赖我 我就装不晓得 自由移动 自我地过 . 想念是会呼吸的痛 它活在我身上所有角落 哼你爱的歌会痛 看你的信会痛 连沉默也痛 . 遗憾是会呼吸的痛 它流在血液中来回滚动 后悔不贴心会痛 恨不懂你会痛 想见不能见最痛 . 我发誓不再说谎了 多爱你就会抱你多紧的 我的微笑都假了 灵魂像飘浮着 你在就好了 . 我发誓不让你等候 陪你做想做的无论什么 我越来越像贝壳 怕心被人触碰 你回来那就好了 . 能重来那就好了 ---------------------------------------------------------------------Even though it's a love song but I just think it's beautiful and suits the atmosphere. The first time in a very long while, I cry for everything. It's not ok. My heart aches. Not your cliche love story
How long can we hold on to it anymore? Tell me, you're trying hard and it hurts you like a bitch inside not to talk to me. Tell me, you fake your smiles. Tell me, you want to talk to me. Tell me, it's not just me feeling this way. Tell me, you want everything to be alright. I know she's more important than me. Maybe I should have make an impression bigger before. Maybe I should make myself so important that you couldn't live without me. But I know I'm easily replaceable. I don't mind being the least important. I don't mind being abandoned. I don't even mind that noone's on my side. Cause I believe that when we're together, its ok. The desire of wanting to treasure this isn't making anything in life easier. The fact that we're farther apart can't be denied. Even if I'm hurting inside, I won't say it out loud. Cause I know I'm making it hard for all of us. Tell me what to do. Abandon me if you want. I will do whatever to save this. Somebody has to be the sacrifice and I don't mind that person being me. I want everything to be like it used to be. When it seems like a stupid ordinary boring fantasy but back then we're happy. At least we're happy. What if I failed my exam? But now, everything just feels like adding salt to the wound. I kept things to myself, so if you seriously want to make up with me like I do, talk to me. We will sort things out. I'm sure we will. We're best friends afterall. Even if we don't get along well, even if I don't like your favourite colour or celebrities, I'm sure there's still something there that makes us, us. Come back. Be what we used to be. I'm praying hard. |
