I suddenly feel like I'm being boycotted by everyone.
Friends, babes, even my mum and dad.
I'm not talking so much at the moment.
Not feeling all that good either.

JY

This has been such a difficult week, and yet it's still not over.
I try not to think about it, I try to laugh all the time.
But everywhere I go, I see it on papers.
Whoever I talk to, they're bound to be talking about it.
I see their faces everywhere. Everywhere.
The news is on the radio, on newspapers, on bossy people's mouth.
Don't you know bitching about people is not nice?
The ideal thing to do is to shut up and pay your condolences.
We know you're curious. But there's a difference between bitching and discussing.
Don't go blaming anyone. No one is to be blamed.
Don't tell me bullshit like: "If I'm in that situation, I would have..."
Or: "They should have..."
Bullshit lah. Try losing a friend, or a son, a brother.
Then come and tell me what you want to hear everywhere you go.
Show respect. Bitching is not respecting.
It comes in all forms. Not just in the form of joss-sticks.
Suddenly he becomes everyone's friend, suddenly everyone knows him.
Don't be such a hypocrite. Stop blaming this, blaming that.
Nothing could have prevented this from happening.
And the worst thing is, our dear principle doesn't even try.
No silent mourning, no paying respects.
He blabs on and on about our own koku's good and bad.
In the bitchiest manner you can ever imagine.
That, is not on.

My opinion, let this pass quietly.
We all need a new start.

I've just realized I sorta know the missing guy from Chung Ling.
I cried, though I don't know him that well.
I cried, though he may not know who I am.
I cried, though he and I may not have even shared a decent conversation with him.
I cried because he is one of us.
He is my age, in my same condition.
Perhaps even shared something in common.
He's still so young, he have many un-blossomed friendships,
so many uncovered meanings in life, maybe his one true love.
He could still have graduate, could have enter college.
Today I cried with many others that cried for him.
I cried hoping and hoping that he will survive this.
Life is a sadist; when it gets to bored, it fucking punch you in the face just to see you in pain.
It's cruel, it's evil.
You have to brave through every obstacle it throws at you.
But. It shows us that there is still hope in our world, there is still love.
People out there is crying for him,
because they care for him, they love him.
"And I hope you can understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, even though I may not meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, kiss you, I love you.
With all my heart, I love you."

I love you; still do, always will.
Until you tell me to stop, I never will.
Today a boy a know died, never to have loved.
Let's not do this,
Let's not waste any time.
Please come back.

Quote of all times:
"Slam all you want. You will still be here tomorrow, reading my blog like it's the fucking Bible."
Don't slam too much, my 'darlings', one day your balloon will go 'POP!' and then we'll see who's still standing tall. =)
Peace out.

I love you; still do, always will.
Until you tell me to stop, I never will.

Today is the PB farewell.
I really suck at farewells, because I always cry.
Our drama could have gone better, but aiya,
happy tiok ho. *hua hee tiok ho*
No pics, cause I didnt bring my cam,
I didn't wanna hold my phone cause they were splashing water everywhere.
I like the station games. It's so much better than the TC one.
You can see the difference laa, when you see who led the preparation.
In my opinion the best of the 3 activities is this farewell.
Damn high, and somemore I cried in the end.
Keep up the good work! =)

Thanks for the memories. =)

I saw a quote in someone's blog.
"When you fish for love,
don't bait with your brain,
bait with your heart."

Then I go thinking, 'If you can't get your fish, you lose your bait.'

I can see the balloon go 'POP!'

Dug this two pictures up from the PC just now. It's amazing how kids grow. =)

'NO!!! Don't jump!!!'

I like this. She could be a model.

Be like a duck;
Above the water look calm and unruffled,

Below the water paddle like hell!

It's like this blogging wave just come and go.

When I do have time to update, I get somewhat addicted.

Then exams come, and I neglect my blog, and start to feel too lasy to update.

Sighs. But still, I AM HERE. Wahahaha!

Exams are over. And I'm finally sleeping enough.

My eyes are still in a critical panda condition, but there's time for recovery.

I wanna... needa...

SHOP!!!

It's the Mega Malaysian Sale!

WHOOOO!!!

I have waited and waited, patiently, for the exams to end.

You see, mua, have been saving for a long long long time now.

And I think I deserve a treat.

BUT.

[here comes the big but(t)]

RY is sick. Awww.

And shopping alone doesn't seem much fun.

So I'm gonna use the first few days to read for free in Borders first.

And maybe chio a bit in Coffee Bean with the new notebook.

;)

Happy Hols, baybeh.

I stare into the mirror,
That girl stared back at I.
I know,
I cannot hate; I cannot lie.
I cannot fear; I cannot cry.
And yet,
a single tear,
Fell down from her eye.

I wanna cry.
Please, just let me.

I've given you chances, lots of chances.
Please, please just stop making my life miserable.
If I've said it once, I've said it twice.
(I've said it four times, actually)
I'm not your girlfriend, and I don't wanna be.
What's wrong with me being around boys?!
I'm not even doing anything I shouldn't.
I'm making friends, that's what I'm doing.
You wanna control who I bond with, too?
I don't have to, I don't want to give you reports of what I'm doing.
I don't have to tell you when I'm eating,
when I'm doing my homework,
When I'm shitting.
I'm happy with my life as it is.
Stop suiting yourself in my life so comfortably.
You think you know me; well you don't.
STOP.
Please, just stop.

I watched 'Bend it like Beckham' with my bro just now.
I really like the movie, but there's just something.
You know, when I normally watch chic-flicks
I'll always be waiting for the parts where the male lead appears.
But there was something weird about this particular male lead.
Towards the end I realized the guy looked so much like Chris.
Check it out.It freaked me out like hell.
And the creepy thing is... ...
Jonathan Rhys Meyers' character is a ... ...
... ...[wait for it]... ...
A girls team coach.
I know, right?
To top it up, our(me and Chris) relationship* is kinda awkward right now.

*relationship not as in girlfriend-boyfriend relationship. It's just kinda more than friends but not really there yet. So it's awkward.

I am currently feeling freaked out and disturbed.

It's my dear bro's PROM night yesterday.
I know, hurry up and SCREAM!!!
Sighs, I know there won't be any picts to display, knowing him.
But, still, it's prom.
I'm gonna ask if he got laid.
>.-

TC was fun, in overall.
I liked the last day, hand ball match with juniors.
But WTF?!
Play fair kay.
It's a friendly match.
We've tolerate enough.
Just you wait.
*pinky*

Owh, one good thing happen, at the very least.
I'm 'promoted' to fully senior.
Finally got my batch and nametag today at the closing ceremony of TC.
=))
I AM actually happy, but I'm not sure I really should be.

...

Went to the beach with my darliesss.

Ish, I wasted money on taxi.
Originally, the fare to B.Ferringhi was RM28.
I argued so we can go for RM25.
But then on the taxi we decided to get down at paradise hotel.
That, wasn't B.Ferringhi.
CS says just give him RM15.
But stupid me gave him 20.
Aiks.
I realized we can go out spending less money if we went to the beach.
The whole journey was less than RM20/person.
Cheap, I know.
I'm dead beat.
Nights all.