Thursday, August 23, 2007 . 5:52 AM

Name three guys you LOVE:

1. HAKU
2. ASHITAKA
3. HOWL

I love all things Hayao Miyazaki ... You name it.

Tuesday, August 21, 2007 . 2:11 AM

God, I have done you wrong.

Please forgive me. I don't want to be like this. Please remove this part of me, and wash me clean with your blood again.

I really don't want to be the fool I am now..

Forgive me, Father.

Friday, August 17, 2007 . 4:51 AM

I scalded my thumb while baking chocolate chocolate-chip cookies.

I don't know what happened, because I was wearing the oven glove...

There's this big patch of white [burned] skin on my thumb. I have to tie on an ice cube wrapped in a towel on my thumb otherwise it will really scream in pain.

Darn...

*PSLE oral was okay, by the way..

Sunday, August 12, 2007 . 2:28 AM

I cut my hair today, and I look like a right twit.

It stinks.

The sides are way too thin and I can think of no way to solve it..

Maybe I can add micro-braids in my hair or something!

Yessssss ...

Saturday, August 11, 2007 . 6:49 AM

If you read my post, good.

Get a life, bakka.

It's taken a long time to find freedom to write this down freely.

You are nothing but a blatant copycat. Unoriginal, fake and brainless.

Let's see, first of all, you copied all my preferences back in Primary Four. You promised not to like The Click Five when I did, and one month later, as expected, you broke your "promise".

Oh, countless other incidents that has faded away from my memory.

In Primary Six, that's exactly when I shelter much hate for you.

You copied my way of writing and talking. You know what? What do you copy me for? I hold my own personality and I am in no need of an imposter. And news flash, you're one, Rashidah.

One of the main reasons why I think you copy me is because of Hadi. Are you trying to adopt my rare personality so he can notice you?

Not to brag, but I'm not someone with a character you see everyday.

Fat chance, he's not. You keep denying that you have feelings for him but I can see through your act. You're such a poser. And it's not like everyone likes you either.

Filbert hates you. I hate you. Khaing hates you. And most probably, Hadi hates you as well.

You have an al-stinko body odour because you practice no self-control. You gorge on food and that's all you ever do. Your hair looks disgusting, but that's what matters to me the least.

One of the biggest things that make me clench my teeth whenever I see you is because you act like you're Einstien when you're not.

Just because you're in the "best class", you think the world of yourself.

Let's see, when I don't understand a question in maths, and I ask about it, do you try to explain it?

Answer? No, you don't. Instead, you open your big mouth and protest the loudest. Are you trying to call me stupid? Can't dare to say it to my face?

I can be sharp with words, but be thankful that I have not cut you down.

Yet.

Gina is much smarter in maths than a bimbotic bakka like you, and does she complain? No, she explains the question to me.

You're the one who protests the loudest, and are you so smart? You're not. So quit acting like you are.

You are nothing but a whole-sale copycat, and I hate you.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007 . 9:37 PM

Now it's just me. And maybe a few others.

Why I cried today? Mainly because yellow house lost. And red house won. Yet again. Call me a sore loser, but try working so hard to do your best and losing.

And I hate that stupid playboy who was standing on two chairs waving his hips back and forth and cheering with this stiff fake accent.

And I hate my stupid cousin who is demanding my attention on the phone and laughing when I told her yellow house lost.