DIED.

DON’T COME BACK HERE UNTIL I SAY SO ON FB OR MY OTHER BLOG OR SMTH.

blob blob.

I DON’T WANT TO GO LUH ))):

WILL MISS YOU GUYS SO MUCHHHHHHIEZ!

*dies.

Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Oh babe,  I hate to go…

Oh, it’s a funny game
Don’t believe that it’s all the same
Can’t think what I’ve just said
But there’s something upon my head
Millions of eyes can see
Yet why am I so blind
When the someone else is me
It’s unkind, it’s unkind

It’s a holiday, such a holiday
You’re a holiday, such a holiday
You’re a holiday, such a holiday
You’re a holiday, such a holiday
You’re a holiday, such a holiday

Oh, you’re a holiday, such a holiday
Oh, you’re a holiday, such a holiday
Oh, you’re a holiday, such a holiday
It’s something I think’s worthwhile
If the puppet makes you smile
If not, then you’re throwing stones
Throwing stones, throwing stones

Oh, you’re a holiday, everyday such a holiday
Now, it’s my turn to say and I say you’re a holiday
Oh, you’re a holiday, such a holiday
Oh, you’re a holiday, such a holiday
Oh, you’re a holiday, such a holiday

I mean it sounds nice and all but
WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!?!?!?!?
hahaha.

Guys. Are esshools. ESHOOLS FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH BILLSHUT AND ESSHOOLISM.

If not all of them, then at least 90%.

I don’t understand how I ever thought otherwise. WHAT IF ONE DAY I WAKE UP AND REALISE JEFRI IS AN ESHOOL TOO. Well actually. He is. But not as much so he’s half an eshool i guess. If ever you decieve me, if ever ever? (I love regina spektor!!!) If you turn into a full blown eshool too I will make sure you die a terrible death.

Strangely, most girls seem to be alright with such people. PERFECTLY alright. Different people see things differently, a-duh!

Some girls are esshools too.

Neglecting people when you are not in the mood is not okay. Being chummy only when you are in the mood is not okay. And neglecting people for the sake of a certain one person and i know everyone knows what I’m talking about is NOT OKAY ANYTIME ANYDAY. GIVING EXCUSES FOR SUCH BEHAVIOUR does not make it okay either. Cheating is definitely not okay and should never be forgiven especially if it’s ROUND TWO and above. Sleeping around is not okay. Crude jokes every other second is not okay. Being vulgar is not okay. Being vulgar for the heck of it, to sound cool or out of habit is even more not okay. Drinking ever other day is not okay but it’s your liver so GO KILL YOURSELF. Unless we care about you then it’s really not okay. Yes you knew it was coming.. Smoking is not okay and excuses don’t make it okay and it will never be okay with me. Choosing when and where you wish to be a certain type of person, JUST for example, havoc vs religious and holy, is not okay. Saying that you don’t feel ‘ready’ for certain rules at this point in your life is okay for you. Playing with people is not okay. Calling yourself a ********* or a ****** or ******** **** is not okay, not when you act like that. And lying is not okay. Even about little things, even inconsequential little things.

Oh and bad taste in music is not okay either. Haha. JUST KIDDING.

OH ANOTHER THING. Acting chummy in front of others when you actually don’t give a hoot about that person is DEFINITELY NOT OKAY. FAKERS! GO BOIL YOUR HEADS!

I AM SO ANGRY WITH THE WORLD AND MYSELF AND MY LIFE AND LIFE AND I AM AN ANGRY ANGSTY TEEN. (i only have 10 months left to do this! let me!) (10 months left to suffer from teen angst i mean.)

SAY NO TO EMO!

THAT LIFE’S A BITCH?

oh a funnier, happier note, Jefri had a dream! hahahaha.

i had a really frustrating dream, first i dreamt that i was driving the ambulance when the driver was talking to someone else outside so i drived it back and forth
then i went out with rota 4 and fadil
then we went to this really confusing place then we talked till like 1+ already so i had to go back
i went back and i realised that my phone was missing then i went back there to search but i couldn’t find the place because the place was really confusing and i ended up somewhere else
and i was rushing because i was afraid they would’ve left the place already
then i found a security guard who brought me to this other place then i told him no this isn’t the place then he said oh okay
then he was bringing me to another place the place where im supposed to go
but then his leg something wrong so he walked really really slowl
it wasn’t on the basement 1 so we walked up like
a few flight of stairs
it was on the ‘A’ level
which is like level 2 i think
then he was walking up so slowly
then i was so frustrated but he was the one way i could go back tothat secret room
gah

Good karma GMH.

Do you believe in Karma?

Saw this in this month’s Discovery Magazine.

HOLY CRAPPPPPP!!!

Whoever gave you the idea that you’ll be able to appreciate something more when it’s no longer there for you to appreciate?

ignore me I’m just renting because I have nothing better to do in the dead of the night. omg i spelt ranting as renting.

….

Now, one day, (after school hours of course) (or then again, why is it an of course??), Nine visits Cottage and gets it into her head to climb up it’s tattered branches to see what she may find at the top.

She climbs up and trusts that Cottage would take care of her like old grandmother willow. Cottage is dear, after all. She’s as dear to it as surely as it is dear to her. Cottage wouldn’t let her fall. She makes it past the first few branches, growing with confidence for Cottage’s sturdy branches to keep her up. She settles amongst the branches for awhile, to catch her breath. Nine looks around and nods to herself, just this little bit higher and she’s already feels that much more protected, with more than just a few willowy leaves keeping her from sight.

Suddenly, she hears Dame Bridget’s voice, rising up over the regular pattering sound of the running river. Nine sits still for a moment and gauges how far away she is. The madam has yet to discover Cottage, something Nine is extremely happy about. Nine is always careful to leave her bicycle a ways off and nearer the open stream. That way, the madam would find it and assume she had gone swimming down the river again. Sometimes, just hidden from sight thanks to Cottage’s leaves, Nine would hear the madam muttering to herself about how she wished the old mrs hadn’t gone and kicked the bucket too. How it was such a trial for her to go running after such a young’un on her two crickety legs.

Nine, from her new, higher position in Cottage the tree, gauges correctly that the madam is still a little way off, and she can get away with climbing up to a higher, better, nicer, safer and definitely further from view, spot without risking being heard. Trusting Cottage with all her weight, which isn’t much, she pulls herself higher and higher still, feeling exhilarated from being so high up. Smiling to herself, Nine adjusts her weight and pulls herself towards a horizontal-ish branch where surely, even if the madam were to stand directly under and gaze upwards, she would not be seen.

(It isn’t that Nine dislikes the madam, or even that the madam is unkind. It is just the way of things for wards to hide from their guardians and for children to defy those in authority, if only to spite them. On top of the natural order, Nine also dislikes the rules that came attached to the otherwise lovable madam. Rules like having to comb her hair, keeping them in plaits. Keeping her dress clean, not riding her bike to unexplored wondrous places if unaccompanied. And of course, the madam always demands that Nine finished her homework and chores before going off ‘galavanting’, as she likes to call it.)

Just as Nine lifts her foot off the branch beneath, she hears a crack. It isn’t a particularly loud crack. In fact, it is particularly soft. Not unlike the sounds you catch as you unintentionally taste those few snippets of secrets; secrets being passed from mouth to ear to the right of your classroom desk. But just as those soft whispers escalate suddenly and rapidly (not unlike a forzando of sorts), as you realize who exactly is saying what exactly, the soft crack seemed to crescendo into a scream for Nine.

But perhaps, it was merely herself she was hearing.

Nine, as you all probably guessed from the first line, fell, as Cottages top branches gave in. Nine, though not too heavy a weight for Cottage to carry, was too much a burden for the dear tree to bear, (little girls came with too much hope, dreams and fairy tales attached).

Time seems to stretch, they say, when you watch something like this happen, or have it happen to yourself. But not for Nine.

No thought of the twisted way of the world of trees and friends and love passed through her mind as she fell. There was simply no time. One moment she was hearing that little crack, in another there was a whole bunch of green, and very soon after, water everywhere! And of course that insistent wailing, oh do ask that babe to shut up, was the only thought that passed through her mind before someone did shut it up.

Not for long though, soon the water is gone and she hears the sputtering, spluttering voice of Dame Bridget going on about how she wished the mrs wasn’t gone again.

..

The change of tenses halfway and then back again is a bit strange no? I can’t think straight so no editing. I think I like Cottage too much still to bring it away before more stories. I guess I can always insert. I feel silly for publishing already even before I’ve clicked it so don’t laugh at me okay. -_- You don’t need to read and I’m not planning on writing as a career so bugger off.

I think I need to sleep. Jefri’s going to kill me.