Oh God, that teaser. I've never seen a worse one in my life. Okay, so maybe it's not that bad, it's just the content that's terrible.

I mean

WHAT THE HELL DID THEY DO TO MY BABIES. HOW DARE THEY SHAVE HALF OF KEY'S HAIR OFF. HOW DARE THEY PART ONEW'S HAIR DOWN THE MIDDLE. HOW DARE THEY MAKE TAEMIN LOOK GIRLIER THAN HE ALREADY DOES.

/deep breath

I'm just really pissed off that SM keeps making their employees look shittier and shittier with every comeback that they have. I mean, look at f(x). No offence to anyone, but they had terrible hair in NU ABO. My friend loves them to bits, and she agrees with me.

At least Ring Ding Dong was relatively normal-looking apart from the random glass of milk and angel wings.

They better have a good song to make up for the lack of good looks.




Oh wait, I just remembered. It's called Lucifer. ALL HOPE HAS BEEN LOST.

Labels: k; SHINee, m; angst, m; ranty, m; wtf

Listening to: Happy Together - Super Junior

I HATE DA WEATHER. 싫어! 진짜 싫어!

O, hai thar :3 Don't say a word about the new layout. I. GOT. BORED.

The weather decided to imitate my primary school grades. Bring on the yoyos ! Looks like it's back to summer uniform. /shredswinteruniformtobits

I be officially hating planometric angles. Yes, you heard right. I'm a HATER. Shoot me.






I DON'T CARE THAT I DON'T CARE.

Labels: m; angst, m; procrastination, s; VisCom

I want to go home.

*

I might as well give in to my inner fangirl. /sigh

This is for Alia-chan, because I don't wants her to be sad no more. ):



Tell me how you can resist that



laugh ?!

Labels: m; angst

Today sucks.

Okay, so Japanese was the only half-decent subject today. Methods sucked. My calculator stuffed up when we were updating it, and it actually took half an hour for it to get updated. I was totally in maths mode when the lesson started, but after that I couldn't be bothered doing anymore. So (quote India), I died on top of my books.

Physics was no better. It was just drone, drone, drone and nothing filtered through the fog in my brain. I had to get Mel to pinch me multiple times, and it only worked for a few seconds, because her pinches really hurt. Spent one and a half hours like that, and learnt nothing.

Advanced General was alright, but I seriously wasn't in maths mode anymore. Especially when the maths was SO FREAKIN HARD.

And I was so drained from the 2 hour squash session my sis and I had yesterday. My lower back hurts, and my right arm, and I can't breath without it hurting.

I am so unfit. But it's not as bad as I thought. I thought my legs would be feeling like lead, but they don't hurt at all.

So for today's homework, I have a choice of:
- Japanese essay
- Japanese ために exercises
- Advanced General application task
- Advanced General exercises
- Methods exercises
- Revising for tomorrow's English outcome [essay].

And to top it all of, I've left my pencil case in school. Again. Only this time I'm not sure where the heck I've put it.

Labels: m; angst, m; stressed, s; fail

Eff it, I can't even use the computer when I want to. When I've got it for music, I'm constantly checked on to make sure I'm "concentrating properly on my work". And then when I'm finally done with my pile of homework, somebody's playing Tetris or on Skype or chatting or looking up something or other.

And why is it that when I just sit down in front of the computer for less than a minute, I'm ordered off right this minute but when ane talks to friends on Skype, it can be until the wee hours of the morning.

And then when somebody calls on dreaded Skype, nothing else can be done because we always need to see the person calling, and even when the other person doesn't have a webcam, the computer has to be in front of the person talking.

What. The. Fishsticks.

I hate Skype.

Or, more accurately, I hate it when someone calls on Skype. Time just stands still during the duration of that call.

I wish I had my own laptop.

I mean, I can't even watch my drama. I had 3 days. And I didn't even watch one episode.



Leanne's finished. I haven't even gotten past Chapter 6.

Aaaargh, I want to watch it so badly.

Labels: k; drama, k; You're Beautiful, m; angst

So... how long did I have the last skin for?

According to my trusty 'blogskin html' file, I got it on the 18th. Of February. Not bad, nearly a month.

Hopefully I won't get too bored with this one.

I reckon this must have been the most annoying, frustrating, angst-inducing skin I've ever had to date.

That was most probably because the stupid Blogger preview wasn't working. And the stupid pictures kept getting mixed up. And I can't change the colour of my post titles, no matter how hard I tried. And I CAN'T PLAY MUSIC.

That's probably what sucks the most. :(

*

Please, just stop copying me. Yes, you definitely are more popular than me in terms of blog hits, but half the things in your damned blog are what I had before you. What you're doing is almost blatant plagiarism.

I'm really not that stupid, you know. Yes, I know you're smarter than me. Yes, I know that we're friends. But just because we're friends doesn't give you a right to change most of the contents of your blog after I've changed mine. And just because they don't have the exact same wording, the key words are there.

Crap, a bird just did dump on the garden table. GG, birdie. Why does your dump look so dark?

Anyway, I'm not being nasty to you, because after all, we are friends, but please, just come up with your own original ideas.

Ciao.

Labels: m; angst, m; annoyed, m; crap, m; wtf, m; xyz

I just have to finish this last assignment and I'm done with holiday homework!

Oh wait, there's still some Japanese listening but I'll get that done in a flash. Listened to it a couple of days ago and fully understood it. Considering I haven't reviewed the work for a couple of weeks, that's pretty awesome. :)

People always say the last step is the hardest. Well, in my case, the last sketch is the hardest.

Who knew a bloody fork would cause me so much torment?

I wonder if Ms. F (yes, that's actually her initial, not a naughty four letter word) would spare me if I sketched her a spoon instead?

I officially hate one point perspectives. And anything with a shiny metal surface.

I'm staying away from the guitar today. Playing yesterday was hell. So I'm giving my digits a well deserved break. [Insert heart sign]



LISTENING TO: I'm a Loner [외톨이야] - C.N. Blue.

Labels: m; angst, m; hunger, m; procrastination, s; guitar, s; VisCom

It's only been the 6th (7th?) post since I started writing my titles like this and I can't even remember what number I'm at.

언니: Have we been here before?
너: Yeah! Don't you remember? I remember!
언니: When I went in I felt like I've been there before...
엄마: We went there the last time we came (to Aus) for holiday...
너: Isn't your memory supposed to be better than mine?
엄마: Yin remembers... if she can remember it it's a miracle.
너: HEY!

The lovely conversations we have in the car. I have the navigational memory of... a tree. I can't say a fish or a bird or any sort of animal because they obviously have exceptional navigational skills... they don't have a need for maps.

*
Sometimes I forget that this is a public blog.

Labels: m; angst, m; crap, m; sleepy

Youtube officially sucks.

Well, YouTube in Malaysia officially sucks.

SCREW YOU, TMNET TMNUT.

All I wanted was to watch DooJoon, Junho, ChanSung and JoKwon perform Sign on SBS Gayo DaeJun...

AND

U-Kiss's live performance on Inkigayo...

AND

BEG surprising DEG while they were filming Abracadabra... which I posted here but didn't get to watch.

I HATE YOU TMNUT.

*glare.

Labels: m; angst, m; pissed, s; rant

NO, HANKYUNG, NOOOOO!!!!

What are you doing?!

Why are you doing this?!

You LOVE Super Junior!

They're your family! You told EunHyuk you loved him!

WHY ARE YOU LEAVING?!

Please don't do this... You're breaking our hearts.

Can you bear Super Junior to break up? At the peak of their career?

Please clear it up. Please don't leave.

Super Junior will never be the same without you. They function as a whole. Even without KiBum and KangIn right now, you can see they're a bit broken.

You know it.

Do you want Super Junior to fall apart because of you?

Labels: k; HanKyung, k; Super Junior, m; angst, m; horror

I'm sure we all know about that show called (or formerly called) jon and kate plus 8.

If you haven't, get with the times man.

Anyway, just another reason to the growing list to never make a reality show about families. Especially when the parents are young, the children are young, and the dog is young.

So what if they had eight kids? Let them live their life and deal with it. Just because there is virtually nothing left as reality-tv-material doesn't mean you had to choose a family with 8 children. I mean, just focus on the one with 17 (and counting!) and that should get the viewers attentions. What's 8 to 17 kids? Not even half!

So now what happens? Well, Jon Gosselin gets his new girlfriend, Kate Gosselin gets the kids, they both get a divorce, and life goes on as usual. I wonder if people will watch the new and improved show named Kate plus 8: Single Mom Handles 8 Kids Without Her Husband Who's Out Looking For New Hot Chicks but Apparently Still Loves His Kids.

If you loved them, you'd stay with your wife and you'd saty with your husband and you make the marriage work, you brainless bastards (Sorry)(No, not to you Jon and Kate Gosselin.) alsdkasfbkas. There's no other way to describe them.

Cut the crap about wanting to still be there for your children because let's face it, you're not there with them anymore.

I hope you're happy.

Labels: m; angst, m; pissed, s; rant

Learning dance steps for Super Junior - It's You: Day 1.
Status: Failing.
Verdict: I need glasses to see the steps. --"

And now I'm annoyed that SuJu has sooo many people, because I can't get the damned dance steps for Norago (It's You)!

Because there are freakin 13 people not doing the same things and because there are so many people, the screen has to be freakin small to fit them all in, so I can't see the dance steps properly.

*Sigh

Yes, I need help!!!! At least I've gotten the chorus, but I can't do the steps leading up to the chorus.

*frustrated scream.

Even the slowed-down version (and even that's hard to follow!) isn't helping much. And because the sound is there too, it's driving me nuts because it's so damn slllooooowwwwwww.

GAH.

Labels: k; Super Junior, m; angst, Norago, s; dance

Okay, I'm sick of all this shit. I'm sick of the fact that I can't wear the shorts that I could wear in December/January.

Don't give me any of that 'You're a growing girl' shit because I'm not buying it. Not that I have any money to buy it, but that's besides the point.

That's it.

I'm going on a diet. Pure exercise and only 3 square meals a day. That's it. Oh and limiting myself to 1 and a half bowls of rice.

100 sit-ups, 50 push-ups (because I can't do them, surprisingly), 100 squats, 100 of those twist-thingies (I have no idea how to explain them) and 1000 rope-skips. Might increase it to 2000, if my calves won't die on me. *Sigh.

This is what happens when you play sports all your life and then drastically reduce them. What was the point in playing them when you're going to drop them in the end?

Oh, and eff you*, just because you don't have Facebook doesn't mean that I go on it everyday, every hour, every minute, every second. Oh, and eff you* too for making me ask the stupid question just because you didn't want to. For your useless information, guilt doesn't work with me anymore. I'm not sure it ever did, but making me feel guilty is just pointless. That part of my soul withered and died some time ago.

*You and you are two separate people.

You just can't win in this world.

Labels: m; angst, m; pissed

It's funny how people like to think that you feel like how they imagine you to. They never even think that you feel nothing like how they think you do. For example, you might have some friends who think that you're sad because they're not talking to you anymore, when you're actually feeling so much relief because you never liked them. And no, that was not an example from my life, it's just a general statement.

So if you think I'm feeling awkward and not saying anything because I'm getting the silent treatment from you, you can think again. I'm only silent because I'm giving it back. Only I think you're too wrapped up in yourself to notice that. Awkward my foot. I'm not that much of an idiot, for your useless information.

In fact, I wonder if you even noticed that I'm not talking to you, simply because I couldn't be bothered talking to a wall. It's annoying, but silence is better right now.

*

I think that I'm beginning to let go. I've accepted that you have a life without me, and I've known that from that start. After all, we all have lives that don't require some people to survive. So when you say 'I can't live without you', you're kidding yourself. You lived just fine before that person came along.

I know I can be annoying, but I've realised that ignoring my messages doesn't hurt me one bit. It should have, but it doesn't.

I think you've changed since that day. Maybe I was wrong to write that, but I honestly thought that you might smile because of it. So... sorry.

Labels: m; angst, m; pissed

Time for a rant, because I feel like I really need one!

Soo for starters, I got ditched by Shuriken. Again. I'm so pissed off because I can't call out his name or bang on the window to get his attention when he walks past because for some unknown reason, I'm a coward. This is where the internet turns us into fakes, even when we think it doesn't. It makes us brave on MSN, gives the impression that we're funny and loud and we laugh a lot when we really don't. Some of us do, but not all of us possess that spirit in real life.

This is where I fail.

I'm not asking for so much, simply for some time where it's just me and you. It could even be awkward, but sometimes silence is much more powerful than words. If anything, I'm asking for nothing. Just for that 15 minutes train ride. Is that too much?

*

I've never hated anyone so much in my life. Nothing you do could ever make me un-hate you, because there's not a shred of light inside me that remotely likes you or feel anything apart from loathing towards you. Call me evil, but if I ever hear you say "Millie" one more time, nothing will stop me from running across the classroom and attacking you.

It seems that saying "Who the hell is Millie" doesn't have any effect on you.

Maybe you should get some fckin hearing aids you deaf human being.

Reasons why you shouldn't be teaching anymore.
> No-one listens to you.
> You don't know a shred of information about the topic.
> Sorry, but photocopied worksheets that you don't know how to do aren't going to teach us anything.
> You're fckin retired.
> You have dinosaur breath.

I'm not done with insults, but who's going to read a blog filled with nothing but complaints? I'm not a whinger, I don't even complain much, but I seriously can't take this anymore. You're the only teacher I ever talk back to, and damn does it feel good. You have no idea.

I hope you're getting paid good for this term, because then you could go to a dentist and buy some good strong mouth wash. And mints. And make sure you use them everyday, because this is why we don't want to come near you.

Labels: m; angst, m; sleepy, m; xyz, s; rant

They say you find your true friends in college. I say you find your true friends when you move to a new country in the middle of high school.

Why, you might ask.

Well, you might get those friends who you were ever so ever so close to... only to have them distance themselves from you once you've left. Then you might get those ones who you were ok with and they're still the same. You might get those who you lose contact with altogether and don't know the first thing about their life anymore.

And then you might get those friends who you were never really close with or never even talked to, but they've proved to you that they don't need you to be there in person to get to know them properly. They're the ones who talk to you on MSN and don't wait for you to talk to them.

They're the ones who never turned your back on you.

At least, not yet.

So to those who I keep making myself talk to because I think there's still a little of that closeness left... Guess what, I'm done. I couldn't be bothered anymore. I'm not going to waste my time talking to you when I have other people who actually want to talk to me. So...

Bye bye.

Labels: m; angst

It's just a simple act.
Pluck an elbow, tap a shoulder.

And shove the freakin piece of paper into a hand.

Or smile. Just smile.

Sounds easy, but it's freakin impossible right now!!!! ):
Just can't seem to do it.
I had the perfect chance today.
I didn't take it.
I might have the perfect chance tomorrow.

I still might not take it.

So what happens next?

Labels: m; angst

Gawd it's annoying when you want to use the computer and someone calls on skype. And it annoys the hell out of me when a certain someone keeps on opening my conversations on MSN because they're blinking. So what? Just leave them! You don't have to open them! They're my conversations, not yours! Ever heard of the term privacy?!

And seriously, STOP LYING. I'm not stupid. I know the effing difference between one game and ten. I'm not an idiot. So don't tell me that when you're only going to play one more game, that game's going to take an hour. Think I can't see you restarting the damn thing? Think again. I'm not blind like you, I'm not wearing glasses. -.-

And the consequence of you playing your non-beneficial games? I don't get a chance to talk to the people I want to talk to. In case you haven't noticed, the only reason I'm on the net so late at night almost every night is because that's when the people I want to talk to are actually on. So just because you're friends aren't on, doesn't mean mine aren't. You had the whole effing day to play your stupid games. As if you didn't.

To top it all of, my stupid msn isn't showing my music playing, which is good in a way coz I listen to the same songs every damn day and people will be like "Wtf..", but annoying because I want to show people that I actually listen to awesome artists. -.-

And just when he actually talked to me instead of vice versa, guess what? I'm not there! Because somebody is hogging the damn computer!

You just can't win, can you?

Labels: m; angst, m; pissed, s; squash

I have finally come to admit this: I am not the person who left Malaysia in 2007. I'm far from that person who left. I no longer care if I swear out loud, if I'm rude to my friends, or if I make myself sound or look stupid.

In a nutshell, I'm not a person who will sit back and watch other people bully others for no reason. Being in Australia has toughened me up. I don't give a shit anymore. If I can see you're giving others hell, you better watch out. I'm not afraid to give you shit if I want to.

So quit picking on the younger students just because you don't like them. Who cares if you were my friend? You're giving them shit for no damn reason, and you call yourself a prefect. Who cares if it's not you who calls them bitches? You were there, and you did nothing to stop it. Guess who's the biggest bitch in this game.

You.

So you can just run along, tell people how much of a bitch I am now, we'll just see how many people would actually believe you, because you don't know how many people actually dislike you. And you can turn them against me, but how do you know they won't talk to me behind your back? I'm sick of this shit, and don't think I'll just sit back and let it happen.

Tell people I've changed, go on.

How do you know you ever knew me in the first place?

How do you know I was always the girl you thought you knew?

You didn't know me then, and you sure as hell don't know me now.

Labels: m; angst, m; pissed

Isn't it funny when you get really good marks for one subject and average marks for another, no one cares about the really good one and just attacks you for the average one? What are you supposed to do then? Especially when it's coming from someone who should care the most about the good one.

But nooooo.....

It's how did you get these kind of marks?! I'm banning you from the computer. Don't you let me catch you around the computer ever again. Don't blame it on your useless-doesn't-even-teach-properly teacher. It's all your fault and what are you going to do about it? Huh?

Huh?

HUH?!

Shut the fcking hell up, I couldn't be bothered telling you my marks anymore.

After all, the good ones don't count anymore, do they? So I might as well just tell you the occasional bad ones and then shut up for the rest of my life since nothing I do ever makes any sense or matters to you.

I'm so pissed off I can't even spell stuff properly. You can't see them coz I've caught them.

Labels: m; angst, m; pissed, w; rain

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