will you love me still , if i confess .

Call me a freak or just another typical teenage girl but I can't wait till the next installment of the Twilight series to come out. I don't care if the story is cliche and cheesy, I just want it OUT ! Why? So that I can get the next set of soundtrack. As much as I loathe the whole saga itself, one thing I have to absolutely admit.

The soundtrack is God- awesome.

It doesn't faze me that the Twilight Saga has amazing soundtrack. The movie might be lame and annoying but it still owns that mysterious force that pulls you towards it. And it has an amazing soundtrack even if you only hear about half of the songs on the album in the whole 120 minutes of the movie itself. So, yes, come Breaking Dawn. Descend upon us common earthlings with your mysterious force that drive young girls into a frenzy and men on youtube into an even more crazy frenzy.

So, I shall wait patiently for it to be released.

Speaking of releases, when is (500) Days of Summer going to be screened on TV? When is it EVER going to get the exposure and love that it deserves? Ohh, I hope they screen it soon so that those people ( you soooooo know who you are, people! *ehemKhaliliehem* ) who ignored my callings shall live in remorse for not watching it sooner. HAH !

On your face, suckaaaaaaaas ! And it has an awesome soundtrack too, kudos.

Current Location: in the world that won't listen
Current Mood: half- asleep
Current Music: Fanfarlo- Atlas

Ohhh dear, I would really want to go to MGMT but it clashes with the Ledang trip. Damn!

we'll have to prove them wrong ,

Rashveen Kaur is, I promise you, embarrassing! It's not that I don't like her, I love that bitch to death but she makes me feel embarrassed about twice in a day on average and I'm sure everyone else agrees too.

Why, you may ask?

Like any fine morning, Adilah and I roamed around the school blocks trying to kill time as our Biology teacher skipped town (not really, she was just absent, plain as that). While we were at that, we decided to take the long way to our class and strayed to the third floor where Rashveen's class was at. The janitor (old fellow with a crazy voice!) was on the godknowswhatyoucallit outside the class windows, sweeping up broken windows and all.

I made an innocent joke. what if some scared the shit out of the janitor from the window? He will fall down, of course. What would the headlines of tomorrow's newspaper be? Obviously it will be 'Janitor Scared to Death'. *insert Adilah and I laughing* We were then, joined by Rashveen.

Then, we passed through Izyan's class and her History teacher was in. Adilah goes ahead and said 'She looks like the Wallace & Grommit character!' in which I agreed with and we laughed non- stop. Really, she does look like a Wallace & Grommit character. Then, suddenly !

Rashveen starts to do her hyperventilating laugh. Naturally, Adilah and I thought that she was laughing about the Wallace and Grommit bit. Yeah, NOPE. She wasn't. How did I know that? Well, seconds later, her skinny little finger pointed towards the janitor who had some difficulties hanging onto the window latch and hopping into the balcony and she laughed, SOME MORE! In fact, she couldn't stop laughing at the poor bloke. He eventually succeeds, of course.

Mean? YES. Proud about? HELL NO. Embarassing? Fakk yeah!

But I love her, I do. That story is something that is funny later on when it is being told. Hence, my love for Rashveen Kaur.

Is that the end? NOPE. What else? Here goes.

Last year, all of us (Adilah, Hanina, Izyan, Rashveen, Tasmin and I) were in the same class and somehow, our class is opposite of Manoj's class. Strange twist of fate, my class is still opposite his! Anyway, one fiiiiiiine morning, Rashveen decided to call out his name for Godknowswhat reason and boy looked.

But he never looked our way.

He looked up, down, sideways and all but never at our direction, so he never found the source of the voice. Out of pure evil, Rashveen does it again. 'Manoj!' He never looked at us but boy, did he look pissed and confused at the same time! Somehow, he reminds me of a sun bear! And she did it again and again and again and again and again until I lost count but Manoj never gave up. I'm pretty sure the mystery still lives on.

Anything else I missed about Rashveen? Well, if you ever meet her, make her laugh. You'll never stop laughing at her laugh. Or worry, depending on how you look at it. Her laugh is a little unnatural if not worryingly unnatural. It makes you wonder if she is ever going to die from laughing too much.

Fun things happened today like, winning the match of the lame- ass game; Captain Ball. I contributed to one out of four goals and this week. I was so much more participative today than the last match but surprisingly, even with lack of enthusiasm last week, I still scored one goal too, last week. Witnessed Farid got locked in the sports storage room, I wonder how did he end up trapped in there in the first place as the lock was inside. Finished all my homeworks at school for the first time which resulted in the excess time i have right now.

Walked home with Ridhwan for the first time! Well, Ridhwan and Amir but I have never even spoken a word or more with Ridhwan before. Surprisingly, he looks a teeny weeny bit like Justin Bieber. Hair and facial structure and all. Was absurdly enthusiastic during Add Maths tuition which was uber- surprising. Perhaps it was all the magic of Michelle Branch's songs.

Discovered that lame movies like the Twilight Saga especially, Eclipse are perfectly capable of having mind- blowing soundtracks. Am in lo- lo- lo- lo- love with Cee Lo Green's What Part of Forever, Beck and Bat For Lashes' Let's Get Lost and also Vampire Weekend's Jonathan Low.

Discovered that you should never ever name your children with names that can be turned into Knock, knock jokes . *ehemHusniehem* and on this note, I shall end here.

Current Location: always in Land of Patiently Waiting and Silently Hoping
Current Mood: patiently waiting and silently hoping ?
Current Music: MGMT- Love Always Remains

p/s sucks that I can't go to MGMT simply because the rule states; 18 and above only.

I wouldn't gasp for air if ever I did sink.
I wouldn't struggle, I'd just let it all out fast and then start living in the past.

and I miss you, Nickyyy .

Today was fun, almost. We had the official assembly today that, as per usual, hurts my butt. Ohh, I miss the cemented floor. What's weird was that, I spent the last two years during primary school and my Form Two sitting on the tarred road but why o why am I feeling the pain now?

Anyways, funny thing happened. The new headmistress was babbling on and on about how much leadership we have and so on so, she decided to put a motto under our school name. Don't ask me where she's gonna put them up, I absolutely have no idea. Her plan was to write School of Future Leaders or something that sounds like that. Suddenly, Izyan (she was sitting behind me eventhough she was not in my class) said 'Gila rempit wehh'.

Confuuuuused! Rempit, what? Where? That was what I was thinking in my head. I was quiet for a while still trying to make sense of what she spoken and after a few minutes,

'Ohhh. Motto bukan motor.'

Yeah. Don't ask me how she could thought of a motor underneath our school name. I think she was more worried that other schools are going to see Seafield as a rempit school. Weird.

In class however, I met up with Nina (my seatmaaaate!) and we were talking about something which jumped into her sister entering Silat as her choice martial arts. I'm not against Silat or anything but it's a little funny for a girl like Nina's sister to enter it. Anyway, she was telling me about her sister and how she ended in Silat and that Farid(!) is the Naib Pengerusi. Major laughfest! Not only was it a major laughfest, I started having images in head.

What images, you may ask?

Farid was teaching Nina and her sister bersilat at the compound of Nina's house at night. All three of them were wearing all black which made them look like Ninjas and I couldn't get it off my head until Physics. Let's just say all three of them were running around making very very awkward moves in my head. I don't think I could stop laughing up until recces.

I even suggested to her that she should write being an Ahli Silat yang handal as her matlamat diri for Sivics and we had to put our strategies to achieve our goals and her strategies were
a. 'Berdamping' with other ahli silats yang 'pro' (i.e Farid LOL we assumed that he's a pro since he's the VP and everything)
b. Practice more and not only at night
c. Perform during Sports Day to make her resume impressive.

Epic, epic, epic. And while she was going to be a Silat master, I was going to be an Ustazaaaah! My three all- important strategies were
a. Don't speak to boys
b. Maybe Aiman(!), since I might want to gain more Islamic knowledge from him if he doesn't ignore me, that is
c. Go to more Tahfiz camps (somehow my camp experience became a laughing stock around my friends)

The rest of the day went pretty dull, we had Agama, which is truly the most boring class I have been into. I have a saviour though, during Agama which is *drumroll* Mudzaffar's Zip- It Bag! And yes, I am that excited to mess with it. I think he was in fear that I'm going to ruin it after zipping it and unzipping it again and again and again. During English, I had to read out loud my essay which was dull as dull can be and embarrassing because my essay lacked punch (I had a writer's block trying to figure out what to write about myself and I wasn't in my best moods either) and I had to read after Loong Yi whose essay is bloody terrific.

Can I say fakk? Yeah, I can.

After that, we had to get in groups (somehow I realize my group will always and forever be Jenny, Yitlin, Peijin, Nina, me and someone random) and Min Rui joined forces (Goshh, how lame can I get with the force thing?) with us trying to brainstorm a jazz chant about teenagers. It turned okay, I guess. We were supposed to reply the one in the textbook and that being said, it meant, disagree with your parents in the most polite way possible. I do have a favourite phrase from our jazz chant.

I am going to chase my own destiny, stop writing it down for me.

I thought of it myself but I'm pretty sure that it must have been used in a song somewhere. But I Googled and it's not in any songs online so, I suppose it is an original Eizza line.


Current Mood: tunggutunggutunggu
Current Music: Toro y Moi- Still Sound
Current Location: in tunggutunggutungguland ?

p/s Nicky, Nicky, Nicky, kenapa tak online online lagiiii . IMISSYOUUUU!

boys are pretty much, useless .

In any good story- telling, a story has to start from the very beginning and so, I shall start from the very beginning. The beginning of how I found how useless boys are. Really. Useless.

This morning, I came upon to a realization that I don't really have notebooks. I mean, I have left- over notebooks but they weren't enough to fulfill my needs. So, in the morning I went, the bookshop was closed. Well, never mind, then. I have enough for Add Maths and Maths but I don't have single line notebooks for BM and that means I'm going to have to buy them.

And so, I went. And yeah, the line was as long as 2, 000 gummy worms. Imagine how long that is. Looking for a faster way to get back to class, I found Amsyar, who seemed reliable enough.

I relied to him what I want, a couple of notebooks and a test pad. I repeat, A TEST PAD. So, what do I expect? Well, exactly what I asked, of course. Nothing more. Nothing more but what do I get?

A couple of notebooks (eventhough some of them were the wrong notebooks, they proved to be useful -only one, though) and three test pads. I repeat, THREE TEST PADS. What was I going to do with three test pads, you tell me. Anyways, there I was, innocent and oblivious, I asked Irfan whose books were these and he went 'Oh, yeah. Amsyar, kot.'

And I waited for dear Amsyar Daniel. Then, Nina asked me when are we gonna go back to class. My reply; Lepas Amsyar ambil his books because I'm pretty sure I did not buy three test pads or some of this books. And both of us waited from him and when I did see him.

"Oh, yeah, tu semua buku kau :D."

Fakkkk you, brothaaaaa ! You pretty much bought me shit. After pleading and pleading, I got one note book from him and he didn't even try to buy some of my test pads or anything. I wish I could kill him, really and he even had the guts to think that it's funny. In fact, everyone thought it was funny. Azhar, Irfan and Nina thought it was hilarious. Even Amsyar thought it was hilarious. Me? Yeah, not so much. See, I had to lug it all the way home. Was that fun? NO.

And boy couldn't even look at me dead in the face without stifling a laugh. Really, I hate you.

Current Location: in surflaaaand
Current Mood: angryyyyy
Current Music: The Drums- Let's Go Surfing

school, school, school . monday, monday, monday .

In 11 hours from now, I'll be at school. Okay, maybe not. 11 and a half hours from now, I'll be at school in my white shirt, turquoise kain and so on. Do I enjoy going to school tomorrow?

I have no idea.

Haven't gone yet. Will I enjoy going to school tomorrow? Maybe. I mean, sitting at home is not exactly enjoyable if you watched all the DVDs you own. Or if there is nobody to go out with and the best part of your day is Skype/ MSN or chat with your friends online which I had to admit; meaning you have little to say about your life, social- wise.

Anyways, I am ready to enter school tomorrow. For the first time in my life ever, I am ready. How so?

Don't ask. I don't even know myself. One thing for sure, I am looking forward to this year. Maybe it's the changes. Maybe it's the familiarity. The ambiance?

Whatever it is, I am ready. I have ironed my uniform, all of them, in fact. I have cleaned up my pencilbox; meaning getting rid of the old dog- eared lyrics, chewed up wooden pencils, dried up pens, Sharpies and whatnot. I have brand new shoes; let's just say my past habit of not washing my shoes caught up with me and they have retained their permanent gray instead of white or at least, off- white.

Well, whatever. What I am sure of is, I am ready and I won't be here (online) as often as I did. Or will I? I mean, before the holidays began, I was already an avid onliner (?). Was that about to change?

Well, as a believer of fate and destiny, I shall let the fates decide on it.

Current Location: Lyon, France :D
Current Mood: uplifted
Current Music: Phoenix- Too Young

p/s did I mention I am in love with Phoenix, again, thanks to the revelation of Two Door Cinema Club's cover of phoenix's Lasso. Amazing. Thanks, Danial :)