Don’t Carry The World.

Driving class today was hilarious. I came an hour late for starters, and Cikgu decided it’s time for me to drive on the road.

The car frickin’ died at the traffic light and I laughed my ass off. Cikgu did too and told me to not feel intimidated to go quick when I see others so fast, I should just take it slow and keep it coooo’. So I did.

I banged my head on the window pretty hard while checking if the tyres were settled nicely on the white line. Laughed my ass off again. Nearly hit a car on the road while we were just 5 metres away from the driving centre. The car in front of me was driven by a student and she didn’t accelerate at all but kept braking her way through the road so I had to just brake, brake, brake and out of a sudden she stopped while we were turning into the junction. I think my face was priceless because my Cikgu laughed and told me to chill, -_-”.

I checked out a guy that if my friends saw would probably kill me to get me back on track. A leather jacket, ray-ban aviators, torn jeans, leather court shoes, hair full of gel and all swiped back. And throw in a ring into the picture and a sling bag as well. Seriously, he was good looking. I’d kill his dressing sense but he had the looks.

Speaking of killing something, I did that to my stomach. Had Tom Yam for lunch and unexpectedly, I got anpeptic  ulcer attack. It really stings and I can’t really describe it better than saying that it is as if you squeeze lemon juice onto an ulcer in your mouth, just that this happens inside your stomach and when you walk, that bleeding ulcer feels as if it’s being stretched out and torn off.

Slept through the evening, going out now.

Take care loves.

Mr Mraz

I admit that I’m not in the group of very few people who would put a-not-so-decent photo of myself online.

I am not at all vain, I can’t take photos of myself on my own without blushing myself in ridicule upon reviewing them. But I do put on make up and that would include concealers, blushers, eyeliners and loose powder to top it off. I somehow think it’s an essential since I’m a girl. That does not at all mean that I’m trying to please physically.

I don’t know what’s my point.

Jason Mraz on the 4th was okay. I don’t worship Mraz as much as John Mayer or Pete Doherty and a bunch of other bands. I don’t really consider myself as a real fan of his, just of a few of his songs. I had a fever that night so the photos took ended up me looking like I had cried my eye out. Well, I was but only because my eyes were stinging so badly and my insides felt as if they were boiling.
Example:

I look as if I had just cried my life out. I looked red, wasn’t well at all that night seriously. The concert was alright, to be honest, I spent most time oogling on Jason Mraz and his sexy moves, he no doubt is a good performer. Since I’m not a major fan of his, I only knew a few of the songs. So the rest of the time was spent with Najwa & I camwhoring (I can’t beleive I’m saying this), getting myself irritated by the dude who claps out of tempo behind me and just more eye candy on Mr Mraz. It was a good 90 minutes worth of a concert. The weather was, as usual nowadays, horrible. Many many hot dudes present at the show, and as I joked of being close yet far to one, I hit my leg on the stone planted on the ground, you know, that territory marker, batu sempadan as it is in Malay. And I’m pretty sure I was in his hot territory. Ouch.

Had dinner with Amni, Ira and Dad. Sent Amni back, Ira came home with me. She went online and I headed for bed.

End.

Cash-Out.

Told Ira to please call me at 10 the next day to plan for tonight and as expected, it ended up as a wake up call for me. Realised I had a sore throat. The weather’s extra extra chilly (but it’s better now) resulting in me feeling like I have a cold. Somehow, when it’s too chilly I sneeze non-stop and everything doesn’t feel right, unless there’s a heater in the house but living in heated Malaysia that just doesn’t make sense.

So here I am after sneezing non-stop, wrapped in a blanket and having a tissue box as best company right now. After nearly half an hour, an a bed with clothes scattered all on it and on the floor to, I’ve found the right thing to wear for Mraz. Now it’s time to conceal my ‘tidur’ face and stinging red eyes. And panadol didn’t make my headache any better.

So I don’t get to wear lenses since I wouldn’t want my eyes to sting later, and I get to feel gloomy which should be a bonus for someone. My hair’s still wet, leaving to Ira’s in about an hour’s time. I feel like throwing up and my body just doesn’t agree with the weather right now. Most of the time it doesn’t. Exactly why I don’t like it when it rains and when others are glad since it’s the perfect time to sleep, I’d feel uuh because I don’t get to go online, it gets too cold and chilly it goes up my spines and mostly because I’d end up bugging someone and not minding myself since I am terrified by storms and lightnings.

And now I’ll show you exactly why I want a ring from Swatch Bijoux.

You really can never say no huh? Told mum I want one and could use my paycheque for it but was 63 hours of standing at a retail outlet worth a ring?

I really don’t know.

Oh well, so much to think right now I feel like I wanna become selfish and I don’t wanna care about many things now but myself. But I can’t seem to stand on my own two feet by myself.

Cincinciaaoouh.

Waterfalls are pretty ?

I just got back from a relative’s place for Raya. I’ve been feeling extremely tired lately and my stomach hurts a lot. Mum wants me to go to a specialist but having the idea of a camera/fibre optic thing (thank you Pn Loo), being run down my stomach and digestive tracts doesn’t really interest me. So we might just go to a Physician or maybe I’d give in to going to a stomach specialist. Hahaha I don’t know what they’re called Ok right.

My hair is growing longer than usual and I guess I’m very happy. On the downside, I get migraines too often and my gums are bleeding worse in the morning. It really sucks to be ill inside and what sucks more is that I really hate to go for check ups whatsoever. The idea itself just scares me and I’d rather play ignorant to the pain. Ahh. This is dumb. I’m going offline to study now and I’m going to be up very early tomorrow to study while watching John Mayer performing, er on TV duhh, ha. I guess it’s time to totally concentrate on my studies and push all other shits to the side of life. I just hope when SPMs over, all the things I’ve left behind would still be there for me. Oh well, Taa ♥

Too Little Left.

It’s been a week. I’m profoundly impressed. I have had my ups and downs and my wish to keep myself feeling content with life at its present state has, as expected, failed miserably. But I could still pretty much say that I am okay with how things are and just learning on how to accept the bitterness of it all. Oh well, I probably should work on fixing them too, I guess (:

A lot has happened. You know, those little things that occur in a man’s daily life so often that he in the end decides to take them all for granted. I want a change now. More than anything, I want progress. In every perspective of my life, that’s what I’m in dire need for. And that exactly explains the reason for less blog posts.

I have been having flu for a week now.

5 things you shouldn’t do when having flu:

1. Have a frappucino.

2. Drink many glasses of chilled water with 5 cubes of ice in each glass and not drink water at room temperature at all.

3. Drink iced coffee every night, an hour before bedtime. It dehydrates you.

4. Cook for the family. It’s contagious.

5. Scream for no proper reasons.

I had breakfast with Najwa today at Starbucks. Najwa sucks. Not only is it annoying enough that the barista was a vain, conceited man guy; Najwa just had to make a fool out of me. I had just woken up from bed when Najwa called me telling me she was on her way. So I took a bath, and next thing I know, we were ordering breakfast. First round, we had sandwiches. And Najwa asked me if I’d want anything else. I replied with a “Yeah, maybe after this. Second round. With this one; I don’t mind “, because the last time we came there for breakfast, we had a cute, geekish barista taking our orders and it would be quite of an embarrassment to order ourselves another round of food.

After arguing on who has to make an order for dessert (because of how annoying the barista was), we decided to go together. I was half awake so I wasn’t very focused on what he was saying. And so I looked like this –> O.o?

And Najwa just had to snap her fingers in front of my two bare eyes and snapped me out of ‘it’ with a “Helloo?” and a laugh. Yes, you could probably guess how a conceited barista would react to such customers. And Najwa just had to leave me alone there. I still don’t think I should even have a valid reason to look like how I looked and be so stoned, I mean, he was practically swallowing his words, trying best to sound like a manly man. I’m thinking that I prefer geeks. And maybe we shouldv’e asked him “What happened to the old guy?”. But it really sucks, now I can’t go to Starbucks and ponder in front of the glass display filled with foods for too long. And I can’t act friendly anymore. Uhhh.

Najwa, I owe you payback time.

And yes, this probably will be the last proper post from me till SPM. I’ll be turning in this laptop notebook of mine. Got myself a nano and now I’d have my music minus the online hours.

Speaking of the need of inspiration. I have found myself one. Or two.

Inspiration uno; A Macbook Air.

Inspiration Dos; John Mayer

Okay no, it necessarily isn’t meant to make sense.

Feckless.

I am undoubtfully tired -school homework, assignments (folios), tuition, tuition, tuition.

I am also sick of having to go through massive pain caused by my gastric juices and having to think 10 times more than usual when planning to eat just about anything.

I have run out of digestives and now I have to consider other food, which makes things difficult.

I am dozing off now.

Will post later again later