dal

I am not obliged to update regularly nor put up posts to your interests.

here's how it goes. i'll most likely reply on your tagboard. but if you don't have one, the reply goes here.

wth. dad rather connect the internet back to my new computer rather than asking barom to stop playing habbo and let me use the net.

kumencari. kumencari apakah salahku.
this is a casual remark. forgive me if i've done anything wrong, though i'm clueless what wrong i have done. retribution seems to come to me pretty fast.

stop pretending you. don't start talking about me once i turn my back. just throw everything onto my face, i don't care. i hate pretenders. don't fake your laugh.

first impression rocks.

i'm taking for granted the things mum have done. my God, i can't survive without her. especially during packed period where i don't have the time to even iron and wash my uniform. the thing is that, i fulfill my desire to sleep first instead of doing these chores. in the end, it's mum, of course, who does them.

tompok hasn't come into my house since last night. mum thinks she in labour. bet you this time round it'll be more than 3 kittens. her belly was damn bulging.

irritate me on purpose, and, especially, pretend to be innocent when he knows he's in the wrong. as long as he behaves unacceptably, i shall be violent on him even at the slightest things. i'm not sure whether this will benefit anything. one thing's for sure, it goes to show him that i'm still not able to accept what he did last saturday. he should learn that i so mean what i say and i'm not just anyone who makes false threats.

i should've known 14 is B for IPU. i could've just done the 2 more bit. overall, my fitness level plunged.

i can't stand the sight of my wound so i peeled it off pieces by pieces. i squealed in delight everytime i look at the piece of the bit i tore off.
the wound was bubbly at first; like a map with thick puss in the middle. now: small patch of wound surrounded by raw pink skin with black dots on it. the 1st time i pumped with the wound, i forgot about my wound so i rested my knee fully on the ground while getting up. it started bleeding again...

i gave barom a beating just now. whoops. mum din stop me, i think 'cause she knows he was in the wrong.

've no idea which stream to go to. the subjects that i prefer are the ones i scored low like geog. the subjects that doesn't require much work/memory are the ones i lack the skills like lit and art. conclusion? my brain prefers to be fed with facts and is lazy to think. i'm so left-brained.
the sad thing is...the nearer the streaming, the lazier i get. I'M SLEEPING TOO MUCH

the long-gap update is due to my pack schedule. it felt like i had completed my exams after the top. i slept for barely 10 hours for the two days before.
on monday, i had to complete home ec festivials thingy. i had to reserve some books from mpcl and i were to collect them on monday. when i came to collect, i was confused on how many books my card could take. to be on the safe side, i decided to zap the book i had borrowed so i can return it to give space to the ones that i reserved. so i went to the photocopy room with books, 3 library cards & dad's cashcard on my hand. somewhere along, i din realise i dropped my cashcard until i had to insert it to the slot. i searched frantically in my bag but to no avail. then a man entered. the photocopy lady asked me if i dropped my card, i replied yes.
i walked around the library up and down at least twice. i gave up; i decided to buy a new cashcard. unfortunately, there was only a pathetic $3.50 with me. thus, i went all the way back home to take some cash.
upon reaching the library, for the 2nd time, the photocopy lady told me that she saw the man who entered just after me picked up a cashcard which look like mine from the floor before entering the room. she reckoned it was not his as he used another type of cashcard to photocopy. that's why the lady purposely asked me if i had dropped my cashcard earlier on. she din dare to ask him. #$$#$%&*(
when i collected my reservations, i realised it was just enough for my loan even if i hadn't returned the book i zapped. #$&$#&;;];&*&^$%#$!!
told dad i lost his cashcard and had bought a new one. his face showed sheer disapproval with a 'ptsk' sound and sighs, while mum nagged. i was disappointed they din know how much trouble i went through.
spent at least 5hrs on the computer that night. when touching up the slides, it went stuck. i was like...hebatnya dugaanMu. i was prepared to breakdown. luckily, it went on normally after a few minutes.
it was 1+ when i switched off the pc. packed my bag and studied science.

at least dad was soft-hearted enough to return back my $7 for the cashcard. not forgetting kak iza, who "accompanied" me through the night. she slept at the sofa-bed to wait for me to finish using it so that she could use it. which in the end, she couldn't.

hah!...now i only need a few more bucks to reach $15. that $7 dad returned, some i saved from pocket money, which some of my friends borrowed. guitar...here i come...

whew.


bambam yang kedua :D

exaggeration, that is. the wound ain't that bad la...maybe it's because it's been a long time since i had this kind of wound. and probably i feel at the losing end napfa is coming and i can't do sit-ups and standing broad jump properly with my cannot-bend-properly knee. and my right knee will feel weak if i stand too long. or simply because it's not dried yet. memperkenalkan minyak bubot - menyembohkan segala penyakit dengan segera, (dengan keizinanNya) :).

i'm now fond of the kelly clarkson's song and raggae.

just opened the baby bottle atiqah gave me and realised it's for my birthday. haha thanks alot! i had a fun time taking the chocolates out.
shall be nice and return her some nice stuff(:

brr rrr ra check brr rrr ra check
bam bam. bam bam. bam bam bam!
i miss the marching "music". i think it sounded better live in hta.
yeah you need a sense of rhythm to march. i miss dancing.

i was greeted with people giving me things this morning when i came down to the courtyard. the most surprising one is from atiqah. a big thank you for the sweets though i'm not sure what they're for (:. i just love pleasant surprises.

things are getting better between the two of them. it's definitely a good sign. however, it would mean mum cooking better for the other party and the other party buying more food necessities. i'm gettting fatter!

finally! here without you is in my pc! that song has been my favourite since i was in primary school.

i feel like throwing my shoes to whoever who stares at me. ehem. i did that visually ok.

trimmed my hair, shortened my fringe and ironed my hair. my head feels much lighter now but i got trouble tying it. realised my hair is even shorter than those who never tie their hair to school. i'm not referring to 2m, duh.

yesterday we were given some puzzle to do. while we were doing, the 3 girls were called out. i was so fed-up i stared at them. i'm so sorry i did that but i couldn't stand it. we were supposed to be doing karangan but we were given a puzzle just because our cikgu din come. i mean cikgu Mahani teaches malay right. yes puzzles are fun but you HAVE to practise composing. it's been a long time since we did that. next, it's always those 3 girls who cikgu keeps calling. and today...the whole period is for akhbar, as usual. quite ridiculous isn't it? you don't need 45mins to read a thin newspaper. yes we have cetusan minda to complete. but look. nobody's doing!
i just need a little bit more attention. like i had in primary school.

i want to pen down all my feelings in a sajak form. i just don't have the time.

that day i brought my dowel stick to school, besides my shoe bag which i hung on my huge haversack. people were like staring at me. i felt like putting a sign on my dowel stick, 'stop staring at this or i'll poke you with this thing'.
the stares remind me of the day my cousins and i were walking with a tree branch which we found somewhere and casually picked it up and a group of men thought we were some gangsters ready for a fight.

i actually had initial plans to attend today's haflah but retreated at the last minute leaving liyana in disappointment. i'm also disappointed i din manage to be in the top 2 in sec1 level.

syf is over. it all ended just like that. all that long trainings = just 1/2h parade. the good news is - the tiring trainings are over. but i'll miss the nesvita. the free food. the laughter. and maybe hta? haha. wonder if we are still able to meet our fellow contingent mates; area 1-6. before leaving the stadium, i took a good look at it. this year's will be the last before it will be renovated.
from the 3rd row, we were moved to 4th. from the 1st rank, i was moved to 3rd. therefore, mum mistook the person in the 1st rank for me.
the sad thing was that i din get to watch the band performances.
on the way back from syf, something happened that makes me proud of my fellow primary school mates. lol. k nvm...this is random.