It's irking me. IRKING ME.

Everything is irking me.

 IRKING ME!

The exams are irking me, my room is irking me, my sister is irking me, I am irking me, THIS FONT IS IRKING ME.

Okay. Better.

I am feeling so very irritated at the moment, so stuffy too. I was fine mere minutes ago, all snuggled up in my comforting striped duvet, ready to study science for my exams tomorrow. But now. Now I am irked. I have been irked. I still am irked.

P.s. I love this word. Hahahahahaha ._.

I need another cold shower. 

Yesterday, when I was irked -more irked than today- I took a cold shower and went to bed. The next morning, my heart was cooled. I want to do that, but if I sleep, then when will I study? OR maybe you could study now instead of updating yer stupid blog. 

See? Now I am irking myself! My irked self is irking me. HEEEEELP.

My room is so stuffy at the moment, thanks to everything being moved into it because there are guests in the house - Tok Nyeh, my grandma, grandfather and my youngest aunt.

I like having them here, I really really do. HOWEVER. Why is my room the victim of all this junk! >A<

I have one more week to go before the exams are over and done. Until then, I don't want to see myself touch this computer. EVER. Lol, but there are other computers in the house.

I'm planning on devoting all my time to reading textbooks and reference books and making audio tapes out of them, then listening to them as I do other stuffs. Then complete every single one of the exercise books in the nearest bookshop. 

THEN. Once my PMR is over, I. Will. Do. EVERYTHING.

Oh look. I made this.

Click to enlarge.

 Sheesh. Mr. Narrator is so edgy. = 3 =


I shall flee now. Farewell, my lovelies.

Bai.

[end]

 

Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.

I AM SUPPOSED TO BE STUDYING. BLRUGAKJSDLK.

Now I know that it has been waaaaaay more than nine days since I did the 10 day challenge, but hey. I warned you that I might not complete it in one go. *shrugs*

Dug around my gif folders and here is what I found:

Don't. Ask.

 To sum it all up in words, my life is unusual. It is quirky, it is weird. But it is mine.

AND SO. I SHALL LEAVE NOW. GOODBYE.

[END]

What the hell am I doing again?

Folks, let me tell you a tale about a girl.

Now, this girl, she is a fairly ordinary teen - average height, average weight, average looks, average brains, average manners, average family, average skills, average social abilities. She is so average that if she were to have a middle name, then there would be a very high possibility for her middle name to be, Average. 

While Ms. Average here might have average brains, she does not like to sharpen it with things that she is supposed to. For example, if in school she needs to know of when the Brits  lost to the Japs in the Malayan land, instead, she prefers spending her time learning about the parts of the brain and what does it do, and also origami techniques. She prefers to read and write a language that is not even her own, despite having her tongue absolutely hating said language and strongly preferring its native language.

One thing that might as well be labelled as the death of her is her most beloved activity - blogging.

Her love for blogging conquers her and her entire being. It invades her brain and seizes her mind. Her mind then coaxes and cajoles her with different sort of engaging and interesting ideas until she is forced to yield and surrender.

This girl is in dire need of rescue from the clutches of evil procrastination. She needs to be rid of the haunting need to write, be it her thoughts or pieces of works.

I mean it's not like their any good anyways. /shots.

She has a deadline. A time limit. Before the clock strikes, she must save herself.

Else, her future, her present, everything. 

Will be destroyed and detonated. 

Shredded and severed.

Collapsed and crushed.

Buried and burnt.

What she needs to do is not easy.

It is very challenging and acquires help from the people around her. Help she is not sure she could obtain.

What she needs to do, 

Is study.

Like, now.

Or else, she'll fail her PMR.

BUT I DON'T WANT TO! TAT

[END] 

 

English is so Hard!

Today, there was an English oral test at my school. I've always hated oral tests - scratch that, I've always disliked speaking in English in front of people. My tongue only favours its native language. I have a stupid accent and sound like an idiot when speaking in English. Hell, I sound better when speaking German! ... even though I've never learnt it.

Verdammt! Ich habe sauerkraut in meine lederhosen!

Yeah, I said that without Google Translate! Booyah! That's what Hetalia fan products gives you - the power to talk weirdly in different languages.

I spoke of my first trip overseas, a.k.a the trip to Viet Nam. My friends were all:

Meanwhile, there I was at the front feeling like so:

Spoke in very broken English, my grammar was all over the place, my eyes were going out of focus. I didn't even tell my story properly either. When I compared to the rest of the class, their English was incredibly fluent and they delivered their message very clearly. 

Arghh! I feel like dust now. 

-eND-

Whoops.

Well, it's a wonderful Sunday morning today - the temperature's mild and the house is quiet. I finally got the chance and slept in after a whole week of waking up early and not getting enough sleep. There was no rush today, and I was free to do whatever the hell I wanted. The family was out and I, for the first time ever this month, am finally alone and at peace.


That is, until I realized that I missed debate practice. Again.

Oh well.

-END-

T_T

I told my mother about the scam. She took it well - surprisingly. While I, didn't. 

The guilt I felt was overwhelming. The fact that I made my mother lose such an amount of money. Money that could be used to fund her and the family's living expenses. 

She was mellow about it. But I felt that I deserved something as punishment. So, my subconscious self sabotaged me, torturing me and my thoughts and made me suffer. Nah, I'm just being dramatic. Basically, I just strangled myself with words like "YOU'RE AN IDIOT".

She said that we'll have to report to the minister of something something.

And all I said was Okay.

This scam thing is the worst thing anyone ever did to me. I'm soft! I'll believe most things you say. So don't lie to me! \( > A < )/

I don't have an appetite, my stomach feels so sick, my heart feels as if it's chained to a 50kg weight. I can't do much anymore and I keep getting stuck in a daze. 


Tasukete... （ｉ^ｉ）

 -End-

Down in the Dumps...

Moped around all day today - well mostly. I'm just so bummed out about the scam I've fallen for. The disappointment is more than my heart could take. 

And the worse part is that it wasn't my money that got robbed but my mother's. I would've mind less if I was the only one involved. But tricking me and my mother? Crushing the hopes of a kid? That's just crossing the line. How heartless can you get?

Allow me to be dramatic for this post, please. That's the only way I'll get by. =_=

I don't know what to do anymore. Even KanzentaiCell's cover of Tsukema Tsukeru wasn't enough to lift my spirits up. Neither did Na-chan from UtaPri. I couldn't even move on to watching the second ep of the series. +_+


Usually when my heart is burdened, I lie down on a bed - any bed - and cover my head with a pillow. Then, I'll drift into sleep. It may take two hours, it may take 15 minutes... but when I wake up, I'll have to face my troubles head on. And if I feel as if I'm not ready, I would always lie back down and close my eyes.. and just escape everything.


The thing that frustrates me more than actually being scammed is that I actually suspected something. I knew something was up. But I denied my senses. I refused to believe in my intuition. I guess a woman(?)'s intuition is never wrong afterall - and this is what I get for doubting that.


I guess I'm just being tested. C'est la vie, I guess?


-End-

AFKL SCAM.

AFKL - Anime Fiesta Kuala Lumpur. The biggest piece of BS I have ever heard of.

AND YET I STILL FALL FOR IT. GARRGGGHH! (╯`Д´）╯︵ ┻━┻


My mother bought me three of the Superpass-es as thanks for helping her transcribe her audio file thingy. Cost her RM158 in total (plus the shipping fees).

I was so excited. My heart was fluttering, and my eyes were sparkling for three days straight. But for some reason... something didn't feel quite right.


Now, from the beginning, I had suspicious feelings towards this event. With it's outrageous claims about bringing Hatsune Miku and whatnot, it didn't seem very realistic... However, I brushed the suspicions away.

I was never interested in the Miku concert because although I am a vocaloid fan, I'm not very much into concerts. That's why I didn't pay attention to the ticket prices for the concert. The only thing I did pay attention to was to the Superpass.



What attracted me to the event was the fact that they were using 4 halls at the Kuala Lumpur Convention Center (KLCC). That made me very much excited, because I went to last year's Comic Fiesta which had 2 halls. Imagine what it would be like with double of that?! 

And so, I was blinded by their false claim.


I believed. I hoped and held faith. But now... my dreams... everything...crushed.

Fck you, scammers. FCK YOU. 凸(｀⌒´メ)凸


For more information about the scam thing, here are a few sites:

• http://www.facebook.com/pages/Anime-Fiesta-KL-Unlimited-Scam-Works/321319794568194#!/pages/Anime-Fiesta-KL-Unlimited-Scam-Works/321319794568194?sk=wall&filter=1
• http://geminianeyes.com/?p=7023
• http://typicalstorm.com/2012/01/scams-of-animefiesta-kuala-lumpur-2012/
• http://sgcafe.com/2012/01/scams-of-animefiesta-kuala-lumpur-2012/
• http://forums.comicfiesta.org/showthread.php?tid=8285
• http://wilsonxmct.blogspot.com/2012/01/stay-alert-of-animefiesta-kuala-lumpur.html

 
-End-

Trivial yet Infuriating defects that I hate.

Right, so I'm pretty proud of the template design of this blog. It looks really good!

...or so I thought...


It turns out, the design that I see, is not the design that Fafrina - and probably you, too - see. Here, let me show ya.

This is what it's supposed to look like:

Click to enlarge if must

Instead, this is what it really looks like:

I know it's not THAT much of a big difference, but honestly speaking, I really liked the font that I originally picked out. (T A T)

I already tried everything I could, but nothing works, apparently.

Anyone out there experiencing the same glitch? Anyone? = ="

No one?

...

*weeps at a corner*
[Forever Alone]

-END-

So many things to do...

...Let's not do any of them!

Yeah, that makes sense. That makes lots of sense. 

Too much sense, in fact. 

And then it'll be 'SENSE OVERLOAD!!'

Because there's too much sense.

Oh god, what am I saying? ( _  _ '')

Well, as I've said before, my finals are over and done, so that means I'm finally free to do what I want. That's the good part.

But!

The thing is, I want to do so many things that I just can't decide which one I'm going to do first. Which leads to me having to make a decision, which leads to me giving up because I ended up being too indecisive, which leads to me wanting to forget about it. Yeah, I like to run away and hide from my problems. It's my defense mechanism, deal with it. 

So, in the end, I usually end up doing something else that is completely useless, or something that I've done multiple times already. For example!

I was supposed to finish reading a whole bunch of mangas and novels, and also watch a shitload of animes. But because I couldn't choose where to start, I ended up watching 6-7 episodes of Personal Preference, a Korean drama that'll forever be one of my faves. 

Why was I watching a Korean drama? Well, it's like this, a few days ago, in order to distract myself from studying, I went and had a chat with my mom. At that time, I was feeling nostalgic about the old times before I found manga, when watching Korean dramas was my passion(-ish). So, I forced my mom to have a go with Personal Preference.

I showed her a few videos and tried to play the first episode. But then, her laptop gave a battery low warning, but my mom forgot to bring home her charger that she left at work, so we had to shut the laptop down. 

Today, she suddenly said to me, "Hey, let's watch the drama (bla bla bla - I forgot what she said)" and I agreed.

The only thing that I really wanted to do from my to-do/finish-list was read Fairy Tail. But I didn't make much progress. I only managed to finish one itty-bitty chapter. So now, I'm only at Chapter 15. How lame of me.

Geh. ( = A = )

-End-

Oh, I fail so much...

Well, this is just great.

An hour ago, I went to my school. My music teacher said we'd have class today to substitute the class on Wednesday. 

I went because I'm a good kid. Lol, no. I was just scared of skipping. 

My mom was just about to leave for work, so I hitched a ride with her. 

As soon as I reached the school, I headed for the music room. In the hallway, there were these two seniors who were looking at me all weird-like and all. I ignored them and went on into Block B, where the special classrooms are at. By special, I mean, classrooms with tools, and equipments and whatnot. Like, the labs, and art studio and etc.

Not a single soul was in sight. Not that I'm able to souls or anything...

I kept walking towards the room, but then I changed my mind. 

________________________________________

[  No one here = I am the only one who came ]

[   I am the only one who came = How stupid ]

[                How stupid = Aw, shit                  ]

[                 Aw, shit = Now what                   ]

[        Now what = I'll look for the teacher     ]

[       I'll look for the teacher = Ask people      ]

[                  Ask people = Awkward               ]

[                   Awkward = No answer               ]

[               No answer = Well, this sucks          ]

[             Well, this sucks = Fuck this              ]

[              Fuck this = I'm going home              ]

[                   I'm going home = Nap                 ]

[_________________________________________]

Pretty, eh? 

Haha, when I was walking home, I passed by a few people. They were giving me weird stares, and I was just pretending I didn't see them. See how good of an actor I am?

I saw this pair of Dad and son jogging downhill, and for some reason, my eyes automatically stalked them. Almost stepped on some animal's droppings. (_ _ ")

 I sneaked into the house, changed my clothes, and then....

I took a nap.

-THE END!!- 

Sorry, dude!!

This... 

It's a ball. Obviously.

 ...is a ball.
 

I found it in this basket full of balls (...that sounded wrong...) while we (me, mom, and lil' sisters) were doing the grocery shopping. 

I was having a ball (see what I did there? *nudge nudge*) with this toy and all, until my baby sister saw me play with it. She was whining and I didn't know how to shut her up, so in the end, I had to hand the ball over to her. My ball... ;3;

She started playing the ball and ended up hitting a bunch of stuff, so my mom took the ball and shoved it somewhere in the soap section, I think. 

Bad move.

That little 6-year old sister of mine wanted my mom to feel her pain, so she started to rebel. But her rebelling wasn't one of those temper tantrums, it was just refusing to walk. 

After some time, she gave up and reverted back to her cheery self. With the help of me, of course. And then, when we were at the vegetable section, I lost sight of both of my sisters. They came back moments later with none other than the same ball that I found earlier!

Let's just say that I got excited as well, and we started playing catch. Yeah, I joined the game too, but I did it discreetly. When the ball was thrown my way, I thought I would be able to catch it.

I was wrong. 

It rolled off, and I turned around to catch it. There was a person coming my way to sweep the floor, so I kicked the ball to the opposite direction. Then, when I was close enough, I bended down and picked the ball up.

Somewhere along the way up, I lost my gripping, and the ball went flying and hit this guy. 

And everything went slow motion.

When the ball was on its way to hit his face

...oh shit, it hit him. Run!!

He didn't expect the ball to come hit him (well, duh) and so, his face when he had this really ... how should I say this... weird face...? Lol.

I managed to run away with the ball, and yes, I said "I'm sorry". 

I hope they heard it.

He looked like he was younger than me. The guy was with a whole bunch of women, probably his sisters, or aunts or whatever. I'm pretty sure they saw what happened too. I took a peek at them and they looked pretty amused with what just happened. 

I can't stop replaying it in my head. 

As much as I feel bad about this, I can't help but laugh. It's hysterical!

I can't even...

-END-

Poor kid...