She ain't a diva.

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Miri, Sarawak, Malaysia
I write to keep from going mad from the contradictions I find among mankind - and to work some of those contradictions out for myself. If ordinary people complain that I speak too much of myself, I complain that they do not even think of themselves. - Michel de Montaigne

Friday, April 30

seriously.

i think i suffered a disease
cause i'm to lazy to blog & all
oh, come on
i wanted to blog but because of this disease of mine, i just can't
HAHA
SLOTH DISEASE
i'm deeply sorry if i annoyed anyone of you with my craps
*wink wink*

Monday, April 26

delicious yummy excellent marvelous ♥

Desserts ;) i forgot the name already. anyway, its very nice & yummy.

McDonald ice-cream ;P Cornetto Sundae. yums 

Teh C Peng Special in Carlsberg glass 

 Mushroom Soup at Pizza Hut ;)



i haven't had the time to blog properly
so
paham-pahamlah











Saturday, April 24

chip chip chip

wahhhhhh
seriously, i got so much to tell
i just don't know how to start
tragedies, stupidities, bitches, happiness, laughters, sadness
ohh, i just don't know where to start
i'll sort out some issues then write in this blog ;)
i hope so-lah
OHH YAA
xda menang apa-pa for Festival Tarian :( 
but, i'm happy for Penari Perempuan Terbaik from SMK Dato' Permaisuri
she deserves it plus, she's beautiful ;)
i thought Penari Lelaki Terbaik was the handsome one but it turn out to be the bomoh =.="

*anyway, FRUSTRATED*
(sambung tomorrow-lah)
:)

Thursday, April 22

OMIGOSH

GOSH
finally, my blog recovered ;)
i miss you, bloggy
i got so many things to tell
but, not today
i have to finish my Folio Moral
UGH

Saturday, April 10

once upon a time...

19 November 1993, a baby girl was delivered. Bridget. That’s her name. ‘A very girlish name,’ says the father. She was born normal like other babies. Families from every corner of the world knew about the born baby. Smile on their faces can’t really describe how glad they were to have a baby girl in their family. Especially Bridget’s parents. They were so thankful they had her.



Day by day Bridget grows with great health. She went to kindergarten and that was when everything started, literally.


She started cheating and bullying other kids. It’s nothing serious because she cheated on her kindergarten test. She pretends to find her colour pencils in her bag but she’s actually looking for answers to her test. She’s very smart at cheating at her age. She bullies kid like Brian, who is very weird looking. She was not alone; she and her friends did that. A very brave action at a very young age, bullying other kids. Everything that she did in kindergarten was unknown to her parents because Bridget was a good girl when she’s at home.


Then, she enters a primary school. She did very well. No bullying & cheating. Maybe she changed, maybe not. Everything was fine until she was in Primary Four. She finds herself much uncontrolled. She just wants attention from her friends because she feels like no one wants to be friend with her. She thought she had a best friend but she was wrong. When she was in Primary Two, the teacher wants her to write names on the blackboard if anyone makes noise while the teacher is out. And yes, she did write names on the blackboard including her ‘best friend’s’ name. But, she wasn’t aware that her friends didn’t like that. She was alone during recess. She learnt something that day; to not do something like writing her friends name even they were noisy. She started losing her one and only friend, Lola, when she was in Primary Five. Lola met Britney who has the same interest. They were together the whole time and Bridget was left alone. Since then, she craves for more attention. She needs someone, a friend but no one wants to be her friend. Luckily, she was still naive and thinks that it was normal until at one stage she tries to break Lola and Britney friendship. She tells fake stories to Britney about Lola but her attempt was never successful. Bridget just kept quiet until she finished her primary school.


TO BE CONTINUED

Thursday, April 8

randommmmmmm pics.

ohh, avean ♥



lea admitted just now ;( probably dengue.
BOOOO you dengue!


Brandon a.k.a Eliek ;)
oh oh, very 'huge'. AHAHA.


errrkkkkkkkk =.=" o gosh!


first time trying those ;) slurpppp.


lady bug ♥
i  ate her. AHAHA. it was from Nor Najwa.
xie xie ;)


ermmm =.="


shot by Tok Jora.
niceeee ♥
never thought my injured mobile phone could do that.


that's all i have for today
gees, LAGGING

Tuesday, April 6

delay.

ohh.
Everything is just beyond me.
Getting worse as time goes by.

I am sorry for myself if im the one who cause this all but yeah can’t deny it, i hate my life ;)


Basically, this is all about my life in school as that’s the only thing i have right now. I have no other things to do than to go to school & problems basically comes from, of course, SCHOOL.


Nehhhhhhhhhh, not really ;) im the one who ask for it *not literally.


Firstly, i am not always clear conscience. I say bad things and words about other people and then felt bad about it. I find that some people are just 'evil'. They simply say or do bad things to people without even thinking of his/her feelings. Ugh, hello, i hate that kind of people ;) you’re not alone in this world. Learn to be polite, fucktard. I have been so passion with this kind of people. I don’t know why i just kept my mouth shut when they say things they’re not supposed to say. Perhaps i don’t want to make a fool out of myself arguing with ‘retarded minds’. Seriously, GROW kids. Im not saying im an angel or whatsoever here but at least be good to others ;) Im gonna be good to you if you’re good to me. No reason to hate if we’re good to each other. Anyway, jokes had their limits too. You joke too hard, people get hard on you. Just be nice. As easy as that ;) no matter how much you hate me, if you’re nice to me, you’ll get the better side of me. If you find yourself so hard to live with me or see my face, go off. Don’t ‘torture’ yourself with your fake smile.

Secondly, why are the discipline teachers so mean? Can’t they be more, you know, not that monstrous kind. We’re not supposed to be scared of the teacher but to respect them. Well, im scared of my discipline teacher. She’s just full of ‘red’ energy. Every time i see her; I’ll be like, ‘OH MY GOD. NOT HER *find something to do**fast*’. Yeah, that’s how i usually act when i see her. I experience something i consider ‘nightmare’ when i was in Form Two, i guess. I wore short pant but not the hot pant kind. It’s knee length short. Yeah, she saw them and guess what, ‘Kenapa awak pakai seluar pendek macam ni? Sudah diberitahu jangan pakai seluar pendek. Sudah la anak Penolong Kanan Satu’. OMIGOSH. Can you believe that? I still remember the words she said. I know her dialogue doesn’t sound so mean but if you’re standing in front of her with her very evil kind of tone and her red eyes, you would go home and cry. Excuse me; my short pant had nothing to do with my father’s job. That was so many years back and im not over it because every time she sees me, i feel like she’s finding something to be mad at. Whatever it is, i have a few months left in school so, i’ll be ok. HAHA. Anyway, i write about this because she took my friend’s mobile phone. We were supposed to do our kerja amal but we’re done with that so we snap photos just for fun. And that was when she came and took the mobile phone with her. We were like, ‘untuk kerja amal’ and she was like, ‘beri saya.esok explain dengan saya’. She walks away and we laughed hard. AHAHA. It was so funny cos Ida tried to act normal, like there’s no mobile phone in her hand but it didn’t quite work. Maybe we’ll see her tomorrow.


Thirdly, why the hell do the girls write in the toilet? First person writes then the second person replies. WEIRDDDDDD. It doesn’t look good, girls. I, which is very the busy body kind have to stay in the toilet just to read what you guys wrote. HAHA. No, the main point is, why toilet? So weird, so childish, so not flattering. We have to look at all the words and do our ‘business’. Well, at least we have something to look at. HAHA. No, stop that, girls. It’s becoming serious and im becoming confused looking at all the words or should i say sentence ;) they were like texting, you know. Haiyoyo. I should try them sometime. It’s a way to express our hatred towards someone, right? HAHA. But, nehhhhh, i won’t do that. I have blog to do so ;) but, i don’t think i’ll write names because it’ll be like, another version of World War 2. So, might as well i don’t write names as maybe i still respect that somebody as a person.


*Now, this post is supposed to be post on Monday but my mum forgot the broadband and left it at school. So, i wrote this using Microsoft Word as i really want to blog. And now i feel a little bit okay :) so,



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