Why Why Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

For this whole post, I only got one question.

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WHY SO PANAS?????????


I am dying of hyperventilation and over-heating. Someone please slap me back to life because I got my Physics and Chemistry papers still to gooooooooooo!!!!!

Today, I make a vow.

Which I actually intend to keep okay. Whatever, I make vows intending to keep them all the time but somehow I always fail doing so BUTTTTTTTTTTT this vow that I am making today, I WILL keep. NO MATTER WHAT.

And that is, to only use shopping bags when I go shopping and really, SAY NO TO PLASTIC. (I've actually started this long time ago, but this time, I'm really SERIOUS.)

Whatever, I'm not going to declare how much I care for the environment or how much I even KNOW about the dangers of plastic usage, but since there ARE experts (meaning those scientists and environmentalists and researchers) out there who are trying to encourage the populace to reduce their plastic-usage, then I figured, Just do it la.

Cos there's no harm in just DOING it anyway, so why not? You don't have to KNOW really WHY reducing plastic-usage is good for the environment, what's important is that you KNOW it WILL be good for the planet. Even if you don't believe the experts, there's no harm in just USING cloth bags as opposed to plastic bags ma.

Sometimes, when you do things, it's okay to just do for the sake of it, and not because it will cause a BIG difference or whatever. For example, when a beggar comes to you for money, instead of making up all sort of excuses saying that;

Oh, he still has fully-functional limbs, he should be able to work to earn money. I won't spoil him by offering him money or;

He looks like he belongs to some syndicate who cheats the public's money or;

He looks DARN healthy why is he begging? I am sure he's gonna use the money to buy drugs and alcohol or;

I've already given the kid money the other day, I'm not gonna give him anymore.

When I see people on the streets who are begging, I automatically give them money. I don't think up elaborate stories of how that person's cheating or lying or whatever, because I'm only trying to HELP. I don't question why he needs the money, but I only know that he NEEDS the money.

If we were to research every beggar's background before offering them money, then the purpose of HELPING someone is already defeated. How can you really tell why someone needs the money? You will never really know, so to cut the story short, just do your part, the PART that you WANT to do, and just give the money. And walk away knowing that you have helped someone.

Isn't that mush easier? If that person REALLY uses the money for something bad, then it isn't your fault is it? You really aren't in the position to stop such things from happening right? Your part is to just give the money, and that's it. Anything that happens thereafter, does not involve you anymore.

At least, that's my philosophy. Just do something for the sake of it, it is OKAY. As long as you're sincere, or heck even if you're NOT sincere, at least so long as the that particular thing is DONE, then you've played your part. (=

Cloth bags. Offer money. Finish story.

Adioh! ;)

UPDATE!!!!: Ashley informed me that Adam Lambert has actually broken up with his boyfriend before the wild show. So, oh well. Maybe he isn't that bad after all. BUT STILL. He was so flirtyyyyyyyy towards Kris Allen during AI right. I know la Kris is fucking hot and all, and no women or gay men can resist him......including me...... =DDDDDDDDDDD but during then Adam was still attached to his bf kan! Hmpf!

Okay, so I swore never to come online or post in my blog until SPM is over. I LIED. I really tried, but I fail. I am such a failure.

There is not much to say la, only that my life right now is such a bore. People keep telling me, suffer for few more weeks only! Few more weeks only, after that you are FREE! FREEEEEEEEEEE! But it's very difficult to make yourself SUFFER you know. You try la sitting in front of a BIOLOGY TEXTBOOK FORM 4 and 5 and see whether you want to kill yourself or not. So to prevent myself from KILLING MYSELF, I stay away from the Biology book.

Did anyone hear about the AMAs? Of course I am talking about Adam Lambert as if anything else about it is even remotely interesting. I SAW the video of Adam practically making out with his keyboardist, shoving some dancer's face, erm, below his belt and instead of feeling super interested I just felt like punching him.

And no, it was not because what he did was super slutty and sexual, but it was because HE IS IN A COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS POOR BOYFRIEND. If he was single, I wouldn't have minded about his wild behaviour during his performance, heck, I would have even been EXCITED (yes I am a pervert), but he has a boyfriend! Kesian his boyfriend only.

Stupid Adam Lambert. Imagine what his boyfriend must feel. I mean, even if he KNOWS that Adam was just doing it all for show and For Your (Our) Entertainment, STILL. It hurts one ma! Stupid stupid stupid Adam.

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Continuation! Part 2! I still haven't given the story a name! So you can call it all you want! =D

Read the first part HERE.

She was the most beautiful of imaginations that I could ever have, well, imagined. She had these thick black wavy locks which fell all over her shoulders, her puffy red luscious lips were made all the more gorgeous because it was curved into a smile and her eyes were what that gave her away. I should have known. A goddess wouldn’t have cat-like eyes in orange colour. A goddess wouldn’t have perfectly thin brows which arched into a sophisticated curve at the ends. And most importantly, a goddess wouldn’t have two red horns protruding from her thick black-haired head.

When she spoke, her voice was everything like the slur of a snake. It was very interesting to see her whirl around in her red smoke and then zooming back at me just to see me startle.

“Who are you?” I questioned her. I now realize that, even with my supposedly good wit with words, what with my commitment to journalism and blogging, the way I asked was a little bit disappointing.

“The one you’re looking for,” she slurred and then laughed in this mild but definitely evil manner. “I could give you anything,” she said, “anything you could possibly want, if only,” she stopped to look straight into my eyes, “you would help me in return.”

I nodded, lost for words not only because of what she had said but also mainly because her cat-like eyes were too much for me to handle.

“You only say yes,” she purred, “if you can handle my words, as well as my cat-like eyes.” Yes. She could read minds. My eyes must have bulged out really much because she gave a really long laugh after that.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.

...to be continued...

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A short story I came up with because I was too freaking bored with my Sejarah textbook.

Jein

It was the best feeling ever. To be able to have everything. To be able to get anything you possibly think of. To be able to feel whatever feeling you preferred to feel. And that was how it made me feel. That was how it changed my life.

I had been in my job as a freelance journalist for more than three years. Apart from that I made a living through blogging. I always had exciting jobs and advertorials to do but it never seemed to be enough for me. I had always wanted something extraordinary and absurdly exciting in my life. I wanted to be free. I wanted everything I could possibly want at any moment of the time. It seemed impossible and, well, absurd, even to myself. But my perception changed after I found the treasure of my life.

Apart from my boyfriend, this was something I would never have dared to wish for, because it was simply impossible. But one fine day, while I was walking to the train station as usual after my freelance interview with one of the fashion people in Bryant’s Park; I took a different route which led me to a dumpster. I was busy texting my boyfriend at that time, so that could have been why I didn’t see where my legs took me.

Anyway when I finally lifted my head to see where I was headed, instead of looking at the usual train dashing pass me, I saw that I was at this really secluded lane, where its walls were all covered in graffiti and its floors were strewn all over with rubbish. My instinct told me to walk away but something behind the rubbish dump caught my attention. It was shimmering with the very little light that came through and its glitter was impossible to miss. I walked to it and found that I was looking at the most beautiful lamp ever.

It was golden in colour, with all these ancient carvings all along its body. It was a little bit smeared with dirt so naturally I gave it a little rub to clean it. Then in the dim lighting of the lonely street, out came this big puff of red smoke from the snout of the lamp. I was petrified with fear and I kept my eyes locked on the silhouette that emerged from the red blur.....

...to be continued...

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YESHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OMGGGGGG Did your royal highness mention did SHE HAS JUST GRADUATED!!!!??!?!?!?!?!?!??! =D =D =D

YESH! I am FINALLY a HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE! I can now peacefully skip school without having to risk the wrath of my Mum or my sis or my Dad or CHERRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

But actually, I still have the face the wrath of Cherrie, who isn't happy whenever I skip school, hehe. Because the Form Five's in my school have graduated, but there are still like extra classes for us to attend.

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Please don't remind me of SPM SHIT! Don't mention don't mention don't mention!!!!

Fine I'm going back to my Sejarah book now. Adioh. -___-

Don't let anything happen to you.

Long ago when I was still in primary school, I remember my sister and Mum and I were talking about friends and best friends. I was in Standard Two I think, and I think that was the first time I ever really considered someone my friend.

And then I asked my Mum and sister if they had best friends and my Mum corrected me and said you can only have one best friend, as she is the best and if there is another one who is as good as her, you cannot call her BEST anymore. Best is the ultimate, and you can only have one.

So I was very stupid and naive that time, so I thought that between my two closest friends, I HAD to choose one, because I thought everyone had a best friend and if I didn't, I was weird.

When I was in Standard Two, my two closest friends were Zee Yeng and Sally. So I remember I was very disturbed because I couldn't choose between them. I kept thinking what one of them had that the other didn't, but I liked them equally much, so I was very angry that time because I couldn't pick one BEST FRIEND.

Why am I talking about this?

Because I guess whoever turns out to become your best friend is the one you spend the most time with. And in my case, I guess it's my sister. I know we've argued, and I know I am very harsh when I am angry but I've stopped that now. I was very bothered by the transition that had to happen, when Tommy appeared in her life, but soon, when I became accustomed to that, I realised that it is inevitable for changes to happen as time passes by. But I am fine now, because instead of thinking that Tommy has appeared in my sister's life, I accepted the fact that Tommy has appeared in OUR lives. I makes it better, really.

I know that ultimately, when you grow older, you will have to find your own husband, and then he will become your reason for living, and your relationship with your family and siblings will drift apart. I used to get really angry that things about my sister, Tommy will get to know about it first before me and my Mum were told of it. But I'm over that now. Tommy is a nice guy. I know he is. So I'm alright with him around.

But I'm upset when something about my sister, is not told to me, but to some outsider. I feel crushed to have to find out that there is something probably really important about my sister, that I know nothing about, and am supposed to pretend that don't, that is told to some person who isn't even very close to my sister in the first place. If it was Aun Jie or Mummy to have known first, I wouldn't mind. But not.....that person.

Maybe that person is the one who told my sister about this important thing, so I cannot blame her that she knows it first. I really, really hope that this theory is true. Because I love that person alot actually, and I don't want to have a reason to hate her.

But I don't like it that she's rubbing it in my face. That she knows something about my sister that I don't. Or maybe she isn't rubbing it in my face. She's just concerned about my sister. I hope it's true.

Last whole night I was rolling in bed, feeling crushed and depressed and upset and I felt like I wanted to die. It was really, just, depressed.

I really wished I could call Cherrie last night but of course it was no use because her phone is always dead. Not dead as in no battery but dead as in she will throw it to one side and only check it like, four days once.

This is not a very right time for me to be depressed. SPM is like, hello, two weeks plus more?

Please God, put me out of this misery. I don't want anything BIG to happen to my sister, I want her to be safe.