no-names-allowed.

Assessments have started, and so far so good. Just have history left to worry about, eeeeek. I realised that i have so much hidden hostility towards this certain person. And I just realised it when that person was hugging me. I don't know why. And i don't think I even care why. Its just. When she's around, I feel. Exactly. I feel "."

ANYHOOOOOOOOOOJ

on a lighter note, Nachos slept over tonight. Hoorah!

OLA.

So its a Tuesday morning, and i have my ass down in the computer lab. What a feeling ay. Tuesday, on an ungodly hour in the morning, just finished with the ict ex, and its that time of the month. Halelujah. And to top off the cherry on top, the assessments start tommorow. And to be the chocolate sprinkles and almonds all over, i have science and maths. Woooooooooh. Life is good. Okay, so enough with the sarcasm. Who would have thought that Brunei could have SO MUCH drama? Who am i kidding? It's Brunei. Course there's so much drama, that's the only excitement we gett around here. But you know. Once in awhile, you get tired of all the shite. When you just want to lay back and take a sip of your lemon ping. You can't. You know why? Cause your phone won't stop bloody ringing from people calling to say, omg that bitch lksheofiboaewihbt;oserlykgnslkey. SO SICK OF ALL YOUR SHIT. please LAH. Have some self-pride. Nobody give's a shit, so why should you? And you. What do you want, honestly?

MONDAY SHMONDAY.

- I just realised that is it actually not monday.
- I woke up in the morning again today. Just like yesterday. And the day after that, and the day after that. And the day after that.
- I've been going to the gym everyday straight now just cause everbody hates me being, geewow, FAT.
- The gymming is not helping one bit.
- My exams are next week and i have not studied for shit. Eeeeeeeeeek.
- My jis entrance exams are next week too.
- I went to the gym with Anisha this morning. And geewow, ate funbread right after.
- In approximately 2 hours, i will have to be at the lobby of terrace hotel (which i might add, i very shite).
- I will be spending 3 days there. With no internet. And god forbid i'd be stuck in a room with tch. Apiza. or/and dil.DO. ha-ha-ha-ha.
- I am now watching friends with baby bushuk and alai nishi. I just farted.
- I really don't know why i'm bulleting my today.

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fits of sneezes.

"Holy held the blue cotton sweater to her face and the familiar smell immediately struck her, an overwhelming grief knotting her stomach and pulling at her heart. Pins and needles ran up the back of her neck and a lump in her throat threatened to chock her. Panic took over. Apart from the low hum of the fridge and the occasional moaning of the pipes, the house was quiet. She was alone. Bile rose to her throat and she ran to the bathroom, where she collapsed to her knees before the toilet".

What would you do if the person you loved the most in the world, died? Knowing that the person, who you planned to spend you life with.. had just ended his/her life? That you'd never get to run your fingers through his soft hair, never share a secret joke across the table at a dinner, never cry to him when you've just had a bad day and just needed a hug; you would never share a bed with him again, never get to hear or be woken up by his fits of sneezes each morning, never laugh with him so much your stomach would ache, never fight with him about what movies to rent. All that would be left is a bundle of memories and an image of his face that becomes more and more vague each day.

... I wouldn't know what to do.

monthsary.

when i'm old and gray, sitting in a rocking chair on my front porch, hearing nothing but the soft creak of wood against wood. i want more than anything to be able to turn to you, take your hand in mine and look into the face of the once i fell inlove with long ago. happy monthsary my one in a million..

i really am not a morning person. from the wee hours of 6-12, i am a sleep-deprived-psycho-bitch. ma comes opens the door to my room, knocks on it like a mad bull until we get so irritated that we end up getting up. but if that doesnt work, she'll turn the aircon off, draw the drapes, open the window, switches the radio on reaaaaaaaaally loud. (is it just me or does the word radio look misspelt? aah, its just me) OR. she just says, "ada msg. baca eh". that gets me and dana to jump off our beds. stupidlkaehgolwheygohy love you ma. annen theres the lecture otw to school. from JALAN MUARA to BANDAR FUCKING SERI BEGAWAN. ya allah ya tuhan ku.

its 250AM, and ive got schl tmrw. whoooooooooooooopdie-i'msoexcitedimgnapissmypants-doo. i'll mebe continue tmrw.

psssssssssssssssssss: iza's. pls don't still iza's work.