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it's 2am and i'm cursing your name - Thursday, August 20, 2009 @ 6:05 PM

ohmyfish.the entire day just sucked.
cheer was pretty piss-ful and sweat-inducing.
physical-education was trecherous with dozens of eyes boring into my skin.
science was boring yet efficient.
HELL, when are we getting our papers back?
you know the highest this time is like 26? FUCK, my previous score was 27. i'm really damn sad. i totally screwed this science test up and i really fucking regret it. IT WAS BLOODY HELL, SCIENCE! my passion, my life, my motivation to actually listen up during lessons. why the HELL didn't i study? i'm going to breakdown if i don't get the A1.
and you know what? i really don't give a damn about MATH anymore. despite today i was really being an efficient girl and finished my notes! I FINISHED MY BLOODY NOTES! that's like the miracle of the century. and i miss nadiah my answer supplier.
anyway, here were some stuff that cheered my up when i was like fucking depressed, worrying about my science marks. y'all so have to watch THIS.

MEGAN FOX is ultra-hot. and the amanda sy-something looks abit like nerdy taylor swift. HAHA, but this is a horror movie! and i cannot take gruesome scenes for nuts but i realy want to watch this(:

HAHA,well, an ex-high-school-musical fan would surely be interested in a movie than vanessa hudgens is starring in right? and ratings said that the trailer's crap, too much vanessa and too little aly but the movie's awesome - as quoted. YEAH,but i'd rather watch jennifer's body.

and did i mention i prefer my blog having an all-female audience?
because mr. oh-so-nice benedict ong came up to me and said 'a slut will always be a slut'
WHAT THE HELL. he thinks that i type all the aliments or whatever dieases, illness, infection you call it that i'm suffering from IS A WAY TO GET ATTENTION AND PITY FROM PEOPLE WHO READ MY BLOG.
well, get it straight, my blog is for me to express my feelings and keep track of what happened.
if you think i'm a SLUT then don't read. if you think that i'm looking for self-pity then GET LOST. if you think i'm the sort who wants attraction THAT much, seriously, you don't know me at all.

and what happened today backed up my mom's inference about me having a nerve disorder.
during cheer there was a sudden jolt of elecricity within me. and HELL, half my face - the entire bloody left side- went NUMB. i couldn't feel anything but the pins and needles. so FUCK IT, how do you want me to cheer and well, do the nobody dance like a slut(that's what you think i am right, benedict?)or even actually say the words out. and the whole world was like GNAK GNAK GNAK GNAK.
cheer pisses me off.
the world dissses me off.

and i don't really care if i go back to me paracetamol habits anymore.
and mr benedict, i don't post all my paracetamol consumption on my blog just for people TO ASK OR PERSUADE ME TO STOP DRINKING THE BOTTLE OF PINK SYRUP OR CRUNCHING THE PINK TABLETS.
you know what, i'm so over the pink tablets. i'm going for the white ones which has 4times the dosage.
I ROCK MY HEAD OFF, DUDE.

NATASHA, NATASHA, NATASHA, NAT-A-SHA(ALGAE!)
this is the song that is currently stuck in celastine's head, i know she loves me and natasha too much.
i got i heart stuck in my head, thanks to KRYSTAL LIM la.

ooh,and did i mention my guitar is my favourite object in the world?
and my mom is trying to confiscate it from me.
after beverly actually GAVE (gave is the past tense of GIVE. and when you give something to someone, the person is not obliged to give it back cause it her possession already) me the guitar, my mom is threatening to take it away if i continuing playing it.
WELL, she doesn't want me to msn, she doesn't want to watch tv, she doesn't want to read book, she doesn't want me to go to sleep. then what the hell does she want me to do?
SO ALL I DO AT NIGHT is just to play taylor swift songs on the guitar and cry cause i feel damn well depressed that i don't get to do what i want.
what i really want is to study science, just pure bio and chem alone, with geog. obviously that subject combination doesn't exist. but my mom is like rallying for triple science and going on a strike for the double science political group.
physics is really not my cuppa tea even though 'ohms' are cool and electricity is freaking hard to understand. and my mom is like PHYSICS IS ESSENTIAL, YOU DON'T HAVE A CHOICE. TAKE TRIPLE SCIENCE.
so if i don't buck up, my guitar will slip away from me.
and i'll breakdown and cry because there's no other way for me to express my feelings.
and what i REALLY like to do, is to science-ing around, reading, playing guitar and writing stories.
do note that being BIMBOTIC, dancing or singing or running doesn't make it up here. because it's not who i am.
i know i'm not born to be a dancer. check out my hand-eye co-ordination and you'll know why.
i know i'm not born to be a singer. because till date, no one has ever COMPIMENTED on my singing since the era of my choir conductor whom i really love and adore. and hell, i'm over it. i'm just not good at it. I GIVE UP.
i know i'm not born to run. sports is really so out. i don't understand why the hell i actually even thought of jogging regularly to build up my muscles? screw myself.
i know i'm not born to be a bimbo. remember, bimbo is defined as a pretty, rich and unintelligent female. TAKE A LOOK, WHERE DO I STAND IN ANY OF THE DEFINITIONS? FINE, the unintelligent part. so an unintelligent female is called a DUMB BITCH. or the so-called 'no-brains-no-looks' that the dancers used to call me - and i think no one has any idea how much that insult cost me. not a bimbo.

so you know what, i'm sick and tired of what people say to me.
i'm sick and tired of people commenting that I CANT SING.
i'm sick and tired for J calling my bimbo.
i'm sick and tired of people commenting on my seniors.
i'm sick and tired of people accusing for wanted boy-attention.
i'm sick and tied of people saying i'm not pretty, i'm not smart, i can't dance.
YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ANYMORE.

i'm just going to live life the way i like it.
i'm going to channel all my inspirations and frustration into my music and my stories.
they are the things that control my life. they rock my head off.
not people.

BUT I MISS SCREAMING AND FIGHTING AND KISSING IN THE RAIN
IT'S 2AM AND I'M CURSING YOUR NAME
I'M SO IN LOVE THAT I ACTED INSANE
AND THAT'S THE I LOVED YOU
BREAKING DOWN AND COMING UNDONE
IT'S A ROLLER COASTER KIND OF RUSH
AND I NEVER KNEW I COULD FEEL THAT MUCH
AND THAT'S THE WAY I LOVED YOU
go listen to the song so when i'm having my guitar exams tomorrow, people won't look at me as though i'm singing an alien song.

ONLY PARACETAMOL, TAYLOR SWIFT AND LOUSIE BAGSHAWE CAN LIFT THE HELL OUTTA MY SPIRITS.
not even amanda low or tan shaomin. cause i know that they're fantasies and to reach them, it's impossible. but i really admire them. and i don't care what that black-shoe bitch calls them or calls me. cause they're my motivation.

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I FINISHED MY BLOODY NOTES! that's like the miracle of the century. and i miss nadiah my answer supplier. anyway, here were some stuff that cheered my up when i was like fucking depressed, worrying about my science marks. y'all so have to watch THIS. MEGAN FOX is ultra-hot. and the amanda sy-something looks abit like nerdy taylor swift. HAHA, but this is a horror movie! and i cannot take gruesome scenes for nuts but i realy want to watch this(: HAHA,well, an ex-high-school-musical fan would surely be interested in a movie than vanessa hudgens is starring in right? and ratings said that the trailer's crap, too much vanessa and too little aly but the movie's awesome - as quoted. YEAH,but i'd rather watch jennifer's body. and did i mention i prefer my blog having an all-female audience? because mr. oh-so-nice benedict ong came up to me and said 'a slut will always be a slut' WHAT THE HELL. he thinks that i type all the aliments or whatever dieases, illness, infection you call it that i'm suffering from IS A WAY TO GET ATTENTION AND PITY FROM PEOPLE WHO READ MY BLOG. well, get it straight, my blog is for me to express my feelings and keep track of what happened. if you think i'm a SLUT then don't read. if you think that i'm looking for self-pity then GET LOST. if you think i'm the sort who wants attraction THAT much, seriously, you don't know me at all. and what happened today backed up my mom's inference about me having a nerve disorder. during cheer there was a sudden jolt of elecricity within me. and HELL, half my face - the entire bloody left side- went NUMB. i couldn't feel anything but the pins and needles. so FUCK IT, how do you want me to cheer and well, do the nobody dance like a slut(that's what you think i am right, benedict?)or even actually say the words out. and the whole world was like GNAK GNAK GNAK GNAK. cheer pisses me off. the world dissses me off. and i don't really care if i go back to me paracetamol habits anymore. and mr benedict, i don't post all my paracetamol consumption on my blog just for people TO ASK OR PERSUADE ME TO STOP DRINKING THE BOTTLE OF PINK SYRUP OR CRUNCHING THE PINK TABLETS. you know what, i'm so over the pink tablets. i'm going for the white ones which has 4times the dosage. I ROCK MY HEAD OFF, DUDE. NATASHA, NATASHA, NATASHA, NAT-A-SHA(ALGAE!) this is the song that is currently stuck in celastine's head, i know she loves me and natasha too much. i got i heart stuck in my head, thanks to KRYSTAL LIM la. ooh,and did i mention my guitar is my favourite object in the world? and my mom is trying to confiscate it from me. after beverly actually GAVE (gave is the past tense of GIVE. and when you give something to someone, the person is not obliged to give it back cause it her possession already) me the guitar, my mom is threatening to take it away if i continuing playing it. WELL, she doesn't want me to msn, she doesn't want to watch tv, she doesn't want to read book, she doesn't want me to go to sleep. then what the hell does she want me to do? SO ALL I DO AT NIGHT is just to play taylor swift songs on the guitar and cry cause i feel damn well depressed that i don't get to do what i want. what i really want is to study science, just pure bio and chem alone, with geog. obviously that subject combination doesn't exist. but my mom is like rallying for triple science and going on a strike for the double science political group. physics is really not my cuppa tea even though 'ohms' are cool and electricity is freaking hard to understand. and my mom is like PHYSICS IS ESSENTIAL, YOU DON'T HAVE A CHOICE. TAKE TRIPLE SCIENCE. so if i don't buck up, my guitar will slip away from me. and i'll breakdown and cry because there's no other way for me to express my feelings. and what i REALLY like to do, is to science-ing around, reading, playing guitar and writing stories. do note that being BIMBOTIC, dancing or singing or running doesn't make it up here. because it's not who i am. i know i'm not born to be a dancer. check out my hand-eye co-ordination and you'll know why. i know i'm not born to be a singer. because till date, no one has ever COMPIMENTED on my singing since the era of my choir conductor whom i really love and adore. and hell, i'm over it. i'm just not good at it. I GIVE UP. i know i'm not born to run. sports is really so out. i don't understand why the hell i actually even thought of jogging regularly to build up my muscles? screw myself. i know i'm not born to be a bimbo. remember, bimbo is defined as a pretty, rich and unintelligent female. TAKE A LOOK, WHERE DO I STAND IN ANY OF THE DEFINITIONS? FINE, the unintelligent part. so an unintelligent female is called a DUMB BITCH. or the so-called 'no-brains-no-looks' that the dancers used to call me - and i think no one has any idea how much that insult cost me. not a bimbo. so you know what, i'm sick and tired of what people say to me. i'm sick and tired of people commenting that I CANT SING. i'm sick and tired for J calling my bimbo. i'm sick and tired of people commenting on my seniors. i'm sick and tired of people accusing for wanted boy-attention. i'm sick and tied of people saying i'm not pretty, i'm not smart, i can't dance. YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ANYMORE. i'm just going to live life the way i like it. i'm going to channel all my inspirations and frustration into my music and my stories. they are the things that control my life. they rock my head off. not people. BUT I MISS SCREAMING AND FIGHTING AND KISSING IN THE RAIN IT'S 2AM AND I'M CURSING YOUR NAME I'M SO IN LOVE THAT I ACTED INSANE AND THAT'S THE I LOVED YOU BREAKING DOWN AND COMING UNDONE IT'S A ROLLER COASTER KIND OF RUSH AND I NEVER KNEW I COULD FEEL THAT MUCH AND THAT'S THE WAY I LOVED YOU go listen to the song so when i'm having my guitar exams tomorrow, people won't look at me as though i'm singing an alien song. ONLY PARACETAMOL, TAYLOR SWIFT AND LOUSIE BAGSHAWE CAN LIFT THE HELL OUTTA MY SPIRITS. not even amanda low or tan shaomin. cause i know that they're fantasies and to reach them, it's impossible. but i really admire them. and i don't care what that black-shoe bitch calls them or calls me. cause they're my motivation. 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