There's always gonna be another mountain. I'm always gonna wanna make it move. Always gonna have an uphill battle. Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose. Ain't about how fast I get there. Ain't about what's waiting on the other side. It's


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LOSERS.
Thursday, September 30, 2010 @ 9/30/2010 11:28:00 AM
There's no school for me today!





I just wrote a freaking long post and it came out just like that.
Blogger, you are so on my revenge list.


Could I.
Friday, September 24, 2010 @ 9/24/2010 10:21:00 PM


Can I have this dance?

Take my hand
Take a breath
Pull me close
And take one step
Keep your eyes
Locked on mine
And let the music be your guide.

Won't you promise me (Now won't you promise me)
That you'll never forget (We'll keep dancing)
To keep dancing
Wherever we go next

It's like catching lightning
The chances of finding someone
Like you
It's one in a million
The chances of feeling the way
We do

And with every step together
We just keep on getting better

So can I have this dance? (Can I have this dance?)
Can I have this dance?

Take my hand
I'll take the lead
And every turn
Will be safe with me

To be afraid
Afraid to fall
You know I'll catch you
Through it all

And you can't keep (even a thousand miles)
Us apart (can keep us apart)
Cause my heart (cause my heart)
Is wherever you are

It's like catching lightning
The chances of finding someone
Like you
It's one in a million
The chances of feeling the way
We do

And with every step together
We just keep on getting better

So can I have this dance? (Can I have this dance)
Can I have this dance?

Oh,
No mountain's too high enough
Oceans too wide
Cause together or not
Our dance won't stop

Let it rain, let it pour
What we have is worth fighting for
You know I believe
That we were meant to be,
Yeah,

It's like catching lightning
The chances of finding someone
Like you (Like you)
It's one in a million
The chances of feeling the way
We (we do) do

And with every step together
We just keep on getting better

So can I have this dance? (Can I have this dance?)
Can I have this dance?

Can I have this dance?
Can I have this dance?


It hurts a lot, inside.
@ 9/24/2010 10:04:00 PM
I like you. Really, I do.
But I am afraid to go forward.

Why do people expect a lot from me? They put their expectations way high up but they never provided me with a ladder to reach it. You say I can do better. You say my standards are way higher. But since when? Since when have I set standards in this topic? And why are you judging me based on just this? I thought you would support me. But you criticised him. You say he is not the one for me. You say not to waste my time on him. You say he is not worth it. But you tell me. When was the last time a hot guy came up to ask for my number? When was the last time boys wanted to hang out with me? When was the last time I was really close with one guy? The answer is simple. Never. It is easy for you pretty faces. Just one snap and 10 guys come rushing to you. Well, guess what? I am not one of you. I am not a pretty face. And last time I checked, no guy wanted to be close with me.

I was really hurt when you said mean things about him. He was the first person to ever be close with me and you could not even shut you gap about the way he is. That the problem with the world today. You think love is about looks. About popularity. About standards. Well, that is such a shame because that is not the true meaning of love. I did not ask for your opinion about him. What is bothering you so much that we are close? What is the problem that I cannot be close with him? Why do you keep saying that he is not good enough for me? Well, I think he is. And that's the thing. It is not you who is close with him. It's me. So, why are you so bothered? For once in my life, I could dream about happy endings. Until you came and crush it. You couldn't be happy for me. You cannot even do that for just once? Or at least, mind your own business? 

I was always there for you. I was always the one to hear your problems. I was always the one to hear you talk about some cute guy who stared at you at the corridor. Or about the guy who had a crush on you. But why are you treating me like this? How do you think I feel? You think it's fun being alone while you are out there with the guy of your dreams? I am still a girl and I need somebody to love me. I can settle with nice, why can't you. Why must you expect more than just nice? And the thing is, I have never talked about him to you but you still criticize him? How would you feel if I criticize the one you love? Oh wait, you would not feel a thing because you have never felt the true meaning of love. Oh, and I am so jealous of you. Not.

Yes, he is imperfect. But so is everybody else in this world. I hate his sling bag, I just wish he would use a haversack. His hair is so primary school and I would always want him to put down his fringe. He wears that nerd specs, which makes him looks nerdy. And he doesn't have the most beautiful face around. He has this stupid habit of touching his hair and then adjusting his specs eventhough it does not need to be adjusted. He is also not the most smartest guy around. His face has pimples and his voice is still in primary school. Not the fitest guy around too. Sometimes, I think he is too fat. And not enough muscles. He has the most stupidest mindset about life and always tempted to waste his. He can sometimes be too emo too. He can be too close for comfort and it can be quite freaky. He has too many attachments in school and  and I don't like poopularity. He demands a lot of attention but when he doesn't need it, he really doesn't need it. He jumps to conclusions too easily and he allows his feelings to get the better of him. He needs a hobby as he doesn't seem to have life since he is always bored. He has this stupid girl who wont let him go. And oh, how I hate her so much. He isn't the studious type either.

But whatever. I do not care about you people. I like him the way he is. He is taller than me and that is so rare for a guy his age. He has such white skin which does not have any effect in the sun. He plays the guitar and I am such a sucker for guitar players. He has the cutest laugh ever. And his eyes are so soft. I can just stare at them the whole day without getting bored. He makes me feel so special and that I can be the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world. Eventhough I know I am not. He wants to spends most of his time with me. And when he doesn't see me, he is always texting me. He cares for me more than anybody in this world ever does. He is always so hilarious and makes me laugh. He is always so open towards me and he tells me things he never tells anyone, even his closest friends. He treats me like we had known each other for so long and we are so close. He is the most sweetest and caring guy I have ever known and I always get that warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach whenever he is around. He is so not a mat rep as he is the goody two shoes kinda guy. He is really pious too, something which is really rare is guys nowadays. He doesn't mind wasting and sacrificing his time for me. He have this power of ignoring what people say and not minding other people's business.

I just wish you would understand me. I just wish you could be happy for me. Just once.


I WON AN AWARD!
Sunday, September 12, 2010 @ 9/12/2010 11:42:00 PM
My boyfriend texted me.
"Sofia Coppola's film 'Somewhere' wins top prize at Venice film festival"

Hahaha. I am funny.
But, really. Wouldn't it be nice if I won an award for a movie I directed?
Hmm, director huh?

UPDATE.

Yeah, I secretly took my handphone from my mum. But it was for something important, the camp. Oh, and frankly, my excitement for the camp is gone. God, I need to get some happiness in my life. Okay, so I have just finished my homework. Yeah, I know right? Quiet early for typical me. Maybe it is because I never go out jalan raya as much as I should? Hmm. Okay, nvm. Oh, and if you want to know how much I got from hari raya, I really don't know. I have a habit of not opening my green packets until the end of hari raya. And surprisingly, I am never tempted to peek how much is inside everytime I get one. Hmm, I am that good. Hahaha! Anyways, tomorrow is school and I am not looking forward. God, 1 week doesn't seem like 1 week. It seems like 1 minute to me. But in my opinion, the September holiday homework is quiet moderate. Maybe it is because the school wants the Muslims stuents to prepare for hari raya. Anyhoo, I could finish the homework. Or am I missing something here? Ahh, nvm. Worst come to the worst, I will get kick out of school. I'll get a new school then. With my rare personality, which school wouldn't want me? Hahaha, ignore that few sentences. Anyways, I don't think there will be anymore jalan raya until next weekend. So, that means I won't be able to update anytime soon. Hmm, check out me facebook for updates. Ohh, the moon and star thingy? I saw something like that before, except the star was nearer and facing the curve of the cresent moon. But that was a long time ago. Oh, and just saw the UDI POP videos. Gosh, I really wanna say something here but I am in such a good mood and I don't want to ruin it. So I will just say, Congratz and Too Bad. And yeah, it was expected. Okay, moving on. I have just realised that the photos in my facebook are nearly 600! Hahaha, I am in that many pictures? And if you see, I have only uploaded 5 pictures. The rest are tagged by awesome people. Hahaha! Okay, let's aim for 600 kay people? Hahaha. What's next? Hmm, okay I think I am done. Bye.

Peranakan Museum Trip.
Pictures courtesy of Nadd and Istiana.
More on facebook.

 


Go away, Feelings. I hate you.
Saturday, September 11, 2010 @ 9/11/2010 10:33:00 PM
Heart out post.
So, skip this post.
Cause Mr Moody married Ms Angry and had a baby named Sad.
And it's gonna be long.
Here goes.

I am so sorry. But I don't really like Hari Raya. Most probably ever since somebody moved into my house. But we've been through this. This post is about other things. Let see, first day of Hari Raya. Typical me wore PE shorts and T-shirt in the morning. And typical her, started nagging anout me and how I dress. Yeah, whatever ah. But I wore that outfit for the rest of the morning until guests came. Yeah, then guests left at like 5pm? So we went out like 5pm+.

Yeah, went to grandmother's house first. And there is where everything wrong happened. It started when my mum didn't allow me to use the thing you use to clip at the back of your baju kurung if it is too big. Yeah, my baju kurung is always too big cause of my body proportion. If I wear the pair according to my height, it would be too big cause I am tall. But if I wear the pair according to my size, It would be too short cause I my body is thin? So, my parents always buy the pair according to my height. Then, mum didn't let me use that clip thing. And I look like one fat girl. I can like cut the baju kurung in half the size and still fit. So yeah.

But then, she forced me wear jewelery. Omg, I hate wearing baju kurung already. And now she wants me to wear jewelery? Like as if she don't know I don't like jewelery. Wtf ah. Then I wore earings only, and then she keep quiet. But then in the car, she took out all these gold jewelery sets and ask me wear all. I was like wtf? No way! Yeah, she told me these were from my great great grandmother and blah, blah, you know what. I still didn't want to wear them. I asked her why should I wear since I already have the earings on. But all she said was, just wear them. Then she forced me wear one of the gold bangles. Omg, I feel like a freaking old lady. Then, I just pushed the bangle as high up my arm as I can to hide it in my sleeve. Blood circulation slowed, but it was worth it.

Then, reached grandmother house. Then I realised. My mum once told me a story. When mum and dad weren't married yet, dad brought mum to meet his parents for the first time. Mum heard grandmother saying to dad, why is she so naked? Where are all her jewelery?. Then she was like so cold towards mum the whole day. The next time, mum's mum lent her jewelery to mum and omg, grandmother was like so nice. Yeah, maybe this is why mum is forcing me to wear the gold jewelery. But for what? To impress grandmother? Impress for what? Hmm, need to do more research.

 Anyways, went inside house. Everything seemed okay. Then dad said to my cuz, Your always slim, always so thin eh? That hit me so hard. What am I dad? Omg, everybody in school is saying I am so thin and they see me everyday! Cikgu Y is asking me to eat vitamins due to my thinness and Mr V is asking me to eat more! Reletives whom I see few times a year doesn't say anything about my size? What does that mean? They don't care about me! Omg, I was so angry. Partly with my dad too. Omg, dad, that hurts. Oh, I bet, if i used that cllip thingy, my relatives would say I am thin too. Yeah, they would. And that cousin of mine. I blame myself for being ugly. But how can I compete with her? Wait, what am I competing for? My dad? Sheesh, she can take him. I don't give a damn.

Then, things were okay. But people started talking about school and future. And omg, that topic is so hated. I don't need anybody to tell me what to do. Especially, nosy relatives. Sheesh, so I talked and played with Iwan. Then, he went to eat the kuih, typical him. Then the older cousins asked him about school and CCA and stuffs. Yeah, they were surprised about him in choir and why he quit rugby. Sheesh, whose the person who asked him to stay in choir when he wanted to quit? And without that person, would he be going to Hong Kong this December? HUH? Sheesh. And everybody is all so, Awwww, that is so cute! Yeah, whatever.

Then, blah, blah, blah. I was standing at the entrance of the kitchen. Then my aunt look at me weirdly. I asked, yes? Then she asked, do you like earings? I said, no. She said, nvm, I go take my earings. I was like, are you freaking deaf? Then, she came back a box. She asked me to go inside the kitchen and I sat down beside her. She opened her box, inside, little jewelery pieces, about less than 10. She gave me a choker made of beads. You called that jewelery? Then, she called in my cousin. The 'slim' one. And my aunt gave her a pair of earings. Then, a beautiful choker. Then, another earring. I didn't care about the earrings. But that choker was beautiful.

But nvm, I wasn't surprise she would give it to my cousin. I wouldn't look beautiful even with jewelery anyway. Yeah, then I rejected an earring. Then my mum was like, she is always like this, geting her to wear a gold bangle was that difficult. Sheesh, mum, do you have to tell her? Yeah, she is embarrass to have a daughter like me. I bet she would love to have my beautiful cousin as her daughter. Sheesh. Then, my mum asked me, why didn't I take the jewelery cause i should. I was like, I don't want them, besides she would better off get them because everybody favours her not me. My mum kept quiet after that. Hahaha, oh yeah.

Then I went to the hall with dad because obviously mum and aunt was talking about me in the kitchen. Sheesh. I know I am not perfect. So I talked with my dad. Then, they called me back into the kitchen. My aunt asked me to give the Hari Raya money to mum for safe keeping. I was like, why? She said, see you pocket, money would fall out any time. I said to mum, told you my pocket was big. Then my aunt asked, where is my purse. I answered, I don't use purses. And she said something that hurt.

What kind of lady are you?  
And omg, that hurt. Here is what I wanted to reply:
The one with feelings that nobody seems to care.
But instead, I smiled and just walked out of the kitchen.
Yeah, the halo on top of my head was practically shining like so hard.

How could she even say that? Omg, my heart was like shouting OUCH! But my mouth was closed shut. Yeah, that was that worst part of the day. Omg, doesn't mean I don't wear jewelery, I am not a lady. Doesn't mean I don't use purses, I am not a lady. Doesn't mean I don't wear make-up, I am not a lady. Omg, what is wrong with people and their perspective of a lady? Yeah, I am better off being a man right? Sheesh, I know I am not beautiful. I was never self-concious and I am still not. But how can you not be when people around you keep comparing and questioning about the way you are? Especially people you are close too. Or used to be.

You know, sometimes I think I make the wrong decisions in life. Maybe I should have joined Malay Dance in primary school. Then I wouldn't have these dense bones and muscles because of the tough skipping trainings. And be more..lady like. Oh, then in sec sch I could continue to be in MD, and be more lady like. Then, NCD would have a better USM instead of me. Since nobody really believes I can be one no matter how hard I try to prove to them. I get tired from hearing, Huh? You are the USM? or What? I thought it would be a different person or Hahaha! Your funny! Seiously, who is the USM? Yeah, you wanted a more popular girl to be the USM or a better looking guy to lead the CCA. Really, people. If you don't want me to be it, just tell the teachers. I wasn't the one who chose this position. You think your dissapointed? How about me? I have sacrificed so much to get that freaking position but my best friend got it. And I hate myself for hating her. Because it is not her fault. Yeah, I am too ugly. The school needs better looking people to represent the school. I only got the position that I am in because of being the USM. Oh, in MD, then I could know how to put on make up and dress better. So you guys wouldn't be embarrassed going out with me. Or better still, don't hang out with me at all. I am used to being a loner anyways. Then, I could know how to go on diet and be thin enough for dad. And actually like wearing jewelery and using purses. Then relatives will love me. Omg, wouldn't that be nice?











NOT. What use will it do if people like the fake you. I want people to like the real me. The natural, true me. Not some kind of cheap, self-concious minah. I don't mind if nobody loves me because I am used to it. I can find so many ways to make myself happy. I don't need people to tell me what to do. Especially from people who treats others badly just to make themselves feel good. These people can go jump off a building.

Still, in all these bad situations, there are some times worth smiling about. Like when I was talking with dad when mum and aunt were talking in the kitchen. Dad and I seem to talk alone together a lot nowdays. He gets me, especially at home. He's either not working or night shift cause he said we're going out in the weekends. Oh, and I have many cute far away cousins. Haha, but I only saw them this year and it's a low possibility I will see them next year. But still, there was this guy. He smiled at me! Hahaha, cute ah. But yeah, it was only one time. Oh well, I had many people keeping me company through my handphone. Thanks people. I love you guys a lot because you guys keep me distracted from killing myself that night. Hahaha, seriously, thanks. You know who you are, kay people? Oh, and I love my hair yesterday! I did not tie it, except a little at the top, but it stayed neat and together! Omg, there's a first time for everything! And I managed to make it curled temporarily! It stayed that way the whole of yesterday.  

Okay, I am good for now. Oh and my handphone is confiscated. Because I made my mum angry. Well, I was still angry with her about yesterday.Besides, she thinks I can't live without a handphone. I am going to prove to her that I can. So yeah. I need time to be alone anyways. I love you guys and I am sorry I cannot text this weekend. It is time you guys find a new texting buddy anyways. I always wonder why would you guys still text such a loser like me. Okay bye for now. Oh, and have fun this weekend with your family. Cause I am sure your family is awesome. At least better than mine. :D

♥ You Guys,


Oh, it's Hari Raya already?
Friday, September 10, 2010 @ 9/10/2010 02:23:00 PM
You so do not want to be in my house in the morning of Hari Raya.
Seriously.

Okay, it's already 2pm and my family is still not out yet. I have not even change in my Baju Kurung. And frankly, I don't feel like blogging. I am doing this only because my blog is smoewhat dead. Okay, have fun to you people who have awesome families out there. Selamat Hari Raya.

Yeah okay. Whatever.
Maybe I will blog again tonight. That is, if Mr Moody goes away.