monologues.

little person, blame nobody but yourself when misfortune you brought upon yourself finally comes full circle; back to you.

i found that in a stupid olden language-ish book i read borders yesterday. somehow, i could only understand this line, out of some many pharagraphs of THY CAN ONLY BE BLA BLA BLA BLA AFTER BLA BLA BLA. you get my point. the whole book just looked like gibberish to me. like how you would pass me a chinese book and i would shove it into your mouth if you asked me to read it (:

my mum was pissy AGAIN. like, she's the one totally bringing the whole atmosphere to a dull mourning type of environment because of her little fits and all, AND SHE HAD THE NERVE TO SAY I AM SUCH AN ANNOYING CHILD WHILE THAT LITTLE KID OF YOURS WHO'S BEEN THROWING STUPID LITTLE TANTRUMS SINCE SHE WAS A WEEK OLD IS NOT ANNOYING AT ALL. NOPE, JUST BECAUSE I STARTED SPEAKING UP,I HAVE BEEN LABELED UNDER VERY ANNOYING. THANKS MUM, FOR RUINING EVERYDAY OF MINE. ugh, family. it helps to be grateful sometimes (:

if you smile through your pain and sorrow ;

people just come back to kick your ass. or they just tell you, you look like an idiot smiling at nothing. glee, you mislead me.

ishh. i need more pictures on this blog ): but then again, im not a camwhore, neither do i actually own a camera so, eat that suckers. no pictures for you. if you like, you can imagine pictures, you know. trains your brain. you can score better for pmr or something.

OH CRAP, PMR. WHAT THE SHIT. I HAVE TO STUDY MORE. YES, FINISH THE WHOLE TEXTBOOK! as if. im not in the mood for pmr. and it's kind of still a long way to go. no worries, yet. but then again, my ipod touch depends on this PMR thing. i must get 7a's. any lower, and i have to pay my mum for every a i get. which means, if i get 6a's, i pay my dear mother RM 600 from my own pocket. i feel like a total crazy ass, but, it's an incentive, and im not ready to lose anything.

gandhi is getting annoying. this powerpoint on him, is really shitty and since my group is comprised of 6 complete lazy bums, we're getting almost nothing done. almost. we're hoping that pn harbans totally forgets and decides to have fun and games tomorrow. fat chance, but whatever.

OH, PEBLE. YOU ARE ONE BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. I ALREADY HAVE MARKS MINUSED FOR BM. not that's i'll ever get a chance to get 100 for bm but, SCREW YOU, PEBLE. 20 FREAKING MARKS ISN'T VERY LITTLE. AND I HAVE A HISTORY OF TEACHERS DESPISING ME. the skies don't look very blue :/

ugh, school just bursts my bubble nowadays ):

'better stand tall when they're calling you out, don't bend, don't break, baby don't back down.