Future Love.

This has got to be the weirdest day of my life.

Hari Raya Haji. Suck ass.

I woke up at around 12pm today. >_> . Since it’s Friday, had to go for Friday prayers with my brother. -.- . That’s when the day starts to get lousy. Took Bus 30, and the moment we got to our stop - wait, there are two stops, one before the other . Then my brother alighted at the stop before the second one. I assumed he was going to alight at the second stop ‘cos he always does. -.- . I stupidly fished my wallet out like a sad moron. Yes, everyone was staring at me. _l_

That was not the only fucked up thing today.

THE BLOODY MOSQUE WAS FULL.

Full’s not enough. I could have sworn I saw people praying ON ROADS. Shit!!!!!!! Then, after we prayed, we took like, 20minutes just to walk out of the mosque. That’s because fugly and inconsiderate banglas walk so slow and you know what? I heard some of them joking and laughing and blocking the way, when people right behind them are SUFFERING LIKE SHIT.

I hate banglas. Seriously. Not because of their colour, don’t get me wrong. They are just so inconsiderate! What really irks me is that, they don’t bloody realise that there are good-looking people at the baaaaaaaaaaaaaack. _l_.

Bus ride back.

There was this particular (ugly) bangla, who was on bus 30. People need to go back home, and celebrate whatever shit they’re gonna celebrate at home. And this fucked up bangla was the last person (at the back of the bus) and he didn’t bloody mooooooove innnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. I was so pissed off at that moment. >_> . He was acting dumb (or already) , looking around, like nothing’s happening, while people are squeezing at the front. He even made the bus LOOK so full, that some others can’t even board the bus. I didn’t have the guts to confront him, because :

1) He’s too ugly and I would wanna look at his face. My eyes would’ve burn.

2) My brother would’ve seen me, and it’ll be totally weird.

Then got back home. My aunt’s family was already there. Locked inside my room and slept. -.- . When I woke up, Everyone was gone. Big party outside, or something. The house was a mess.

Enough about this crappy day. I’m gonna get revenge. Not really revenge. >_> . I’m gonna teach her a fucking lesson. She’s gonna get so heartbroken that she’ll jump off the building or something. Mwahahahahahahahhahaha. She’s creepy though.

No other crap to say.

Bye.

It’s … 3:07 am.

Listening to Starstrukk - 3OH!3 & Katy Perry.

Whooops. random. -.- . I don’t have anything to update about, so I’ll just update this dead blog for the sake of updating this dead blog.

I’m been totally patient these days. What a fucking miracle. And I’m being a totally good friend (lol) . I’m serious! (about the patient thing).

How patient?

The computer couldn’t start, so I sent it to my uncle’s house.

BY WALKING.

His house was at st.91 , mine’s at st.81 . Not quite far, but, whatever. I had to carry the goddamn Cpu all the way there, 10mins walk. I took the long way, by accident.

GUESS HOW MY FUCKED UP GRANDMOTHER HELPED?

She was like, nagging about how TIRED SHE WAS. Oh fucking crap. I know how old she is, (not sarcasm) , but look who’s carrying the bloody shingz 7kg (?) Cpu?!?!!

God knows how furious I felt at that moment. I could chew her bloody vagina off, to shut her up. HOW FUCKING SELLFISH COULD SHE BE?!? But, the amazing thing is, I kept all the anger for later, and just nodded. I mean, why do people nag? I know, I sound like some ignorant bastard right now, but seriously, WHY IN THE NAME OF SCREAMING WIDOWS? (random) . Shit, I get pissed off. Does it help? By nagging? It makes everything worse. Urgh, whatever. I just hope I won’t loose too much patience.

Oh, speaking about my fucked up grandmother, and stupid unreasonable moments, there was this time I went to the library, alone. When I got home, I saw my mother, and my her at the lift lobby. Then my mom ask me where I’ve been. When I said the word LIBRARY , my grandmother said some crapzxzxz, again. Wow, how much saliva would she save if she stopped nagging for a day? She wasn’t really nagging, but, URGH, WHAT FREAKING EVER. -.-

( I felt like stuffing my books I borrowed into her damn loose vagina at that moment. )

Anyway, speaking of libraries, I’m going all the way to Toa Payoh later today. 4 books. 2 by Nicholas Sparks, 1 by Dickens and another by Golding. Woooh~. I’m a total bookworm this holiday. I’m not done with ’ I Love You Beth Cooper ’ yet.

Oh shucks, it’s dark here, and I feel like someone’s behind me, right now. -.-

I can feel it. Shit. God damn.

The title? I have no idea. I need somebody. -.- . I sound so deperate, but I miss school sosososososo much. And, I feel lonely. Totally lonely. Shingz. There was a moment when I felt totally depressed. TOTALLY DEPRESSED. Let me explain some fucking weird moments.

I was alone at home. I was watching Survivor Samoa. Then one of the girls was like, totally hot. Hothothot, eventhough she’s like, 20? -.- . Human nature. Then there was like this guy flirting with her.

Conversation with myself in my head (at that moment)

” Fuck! That’s my woman! “

” Wow, I like his blonde hair. “

” I wish I was blonde. “

*rushes to the mirror*

” Shit, I’m not blonde. “

*runs back to the hall*

” Damn, I wish I’m American. “

I know, it was so weird. -.- . Then after that, I felt like crying. Idk if I did. Haha. I was like, so lost. It’s like I don’t have anyone caring about me anymore. (total mushy crap).

Fine, nothing else to blab about.

Bye. :O <— That’s the only emoticon I’ve used for this post, other than -.-

Hello.

Not been posting for, god knows how long.

Anyway, I’ve been pissed off so much lately. I wonder what I’ll do the next time I’ll have to face her. I’ll get my hands tied, in order not to slap that bitchful ghost-seeing face of hers.

Woops, spilt. Whatever.

Who said I wasn’t interested? God, I hate people who misunderstand something I say and think that they’re right about it. Shit. They piss me off bad.

I tend to irritate people too, sorry. :X . Just depressed, about pointless stuff.

I watched 2012, awesome effects.

Lousy storyline. Ok, not lousy, but not as good as I thought it would be.

4/5 ?

Going swimming today, hope it’ll be fun.

Bye.

I hate to say it, but yes, I’m depressed.

And the worst thing is, I don’t even know why! I read this book, ” Diving In “, and it was extremely amazing how the British and American could make out/ have sex in three days! Yes, I meant three days after they first met. I’m not saying it’s a good thing. -.- . I’ll quote one part of the story. It feels weird just reading it. It’s a girl’s book. That day at the library, I just picked a random book. Which happens to be this book. It’s totally different in a girl’s view.

Art = Guy

Collette = Girl [ Writer ] ( Just saying, ‘cos some idiots can’t differentiate. )

” After a while I looked at my watch and saw it was after ten, and said I had to go. We walked out to the alleyway alongside the bar, where we’d shackled our bikes. Art put his arm around me, and as soon as we’d got round the corner away from the glare of the street light, he turned to face me, and we started necking. It was wonderful, touching him, tasting him, bearthing him in. I didn’t close my eyes right away - I wanted to see him, know him. Then after a while, I did close my eyes. Art was so good to kiss. It felt as though all of him was behind it.

HAHAHAHAHAHA “ he started undoing the buttons on my shirt .. ” . That must’ve taken a lot of bravery to do that. LOOOOOOOOL.

Anyway, If the guy was the writer, it would be muchmuchmuhcmuchmuch more different ! He would’ve said how powerful he felt and raped her on the spot !

I’m just sharing this part. I’m so interested in this book because I wanted to know how a girl sees a guy. -.- . Ok, I’m talking sensible crap.

And seriously, I feel lonely. But with friends taking care of me every second of every minute of every hour of every day, I feel a lot better now.

Thanks. I love my friends :] ( that sounded totally cheesy ).

So, I’m currently searching for somebody special who is much more understanding this time. Hehe.

Bye.

Baby if they ask me,

Stop there and let me correct it.

Hello. I’ve just came back from ArtPark & GekPoh’s Mcdonald’s. Studied at Mcdonald’s and headed to ArtPark. I had a great time there ‘cos Sahara & I played with the sand at there. We made the faces of people we DESPISE. I made _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ‘s and she made _ _ _ _ ‘s . Then, you guessed it. We destroyed their faces like a vultures scratching a log of wood.

( But nobody can deny that their faces look much uglier in real life. )

Bye.

I tried so very hard not to loose it.

- Haven’t Met You Yet ; Michael Buble

Anyone wanna know something? I went for Friday Prayers at Darussalam Mosque. And guess what? I walked from DOVER MRT BACK HOME, WHICH IS NEAR PIONEER MRT! Great accomplishment. LOL.

Bye.