hello wonderful and lovely people.
today is a tuesday when someone cleverly told me today's a saturday
and i actually believe it.
i'm naive. gullible. sadly.
there's only one reason why i'm blogging and that's cus i'm fucking bored.
hahaha. oh well. why am i nt surprised.
dewi's birthday is coming up and somehow i can't wait to meet them.
maybe cus i'm deprived of outings and laughters and high moments.
ever since i came back from india. and come to think of it,
i'm gonna get killed for nt handing in the reflections of the N9 trip.
shit. can i not do it? seriously.
i think, agreeing to present about N9 in front of the bloody college is good enough.
i've negotiated with nazri and i'm glad he sulkily agreed to let me do the mouse-clicking thingy.
well, atleast he agreed. hahahaha. i'm not published and i will keep it that way mr.
unlike you. hahahahahaha. kay sorry boss.
so can i not submit these reflections thingy. hah. nice one, illiyana.
in this world, everything is fair.
no, i just lied actually.
and so my 13 year-old cousin took a guitar and began strumming crush3 by paramore.
and my jaws dropped. i felt like i was being slapped by mr.shy. haha.
well, im inspired kinda. hahaha. chords were pretty easy though.
well well well, i've been blog-hopping and everywhere i go,
i see paramore.dhywcgwyg xdweygcdgw!
so everyone knows them. suck balls. seriously.
i hope it's all about passion and not being in the mainstream,
and that's why you listen to them. paramore's not fad.
so don't listen to them if you wanna be part of the fad. thanks.
passion okay people. hahahahaha.
funny kinda.
i swear art teacher's gonna kill me.
proposal's already due and i can't think of anything for nuts.
and that suck.
so are you listening?!