Not supposed to be here but whateverrrrrrr.

God, I sound like those bimbos who just delight in overstessing the last letter of their words. Ew.

Anyways, coming back to my point. It just felt really vexing when I saw someone having the UK edition of TSN. Great, just great. We get books from the UK like shooting stars flying across the sky but when it comes the the US, we are as slow as turtles who can't walk on sand to save their own lives. Do we like, hate the US or something? What is it with our local bookstores? Some long-standing grudge? Meh. I most sincerely hope not. There are so many great, awesome authors and artists who I adore so much if something like that were to happen I don't think I could live it down. :/

Oh come on, just give me that US edition of TSN!!! I swear I won't take more than a day to finish the book! The sooner I get to know the story the sooner I get to study in peace. SPM!!!!! Somehow, a horrible, unspeakable thought had just passed by my mind.

Okay, rant's over. Byyeeeee.

Oh! It just hit me! Seven more days to the release of Sara Zarr's new book!! Wheeeee! (And why am I excited again? It's not like I get to read it till December or next year anyway.)

09.10.11

Next year it'll be 10.11.12.

October 4th.

Happy Pub Day Rick Riordan!!!! I just hope that someday Malaysia would actually get your books published on the same day as the US. Sigh.

I'm waiting for you, The Son of Neptune. And in the mean time, NO SPOILERS FOR ME.

And guess what? I'm an O+!! XD I thought I would be an A, but apparently not. Okay, here I come Matriculation Form!!!!

supposed to be studying but what the hell

OMG HOMEFRONT KICKS ASS DUDES WAY TO GO ARTEMIS!!!!

I love episodes with Robin in them, I get classic lines that make me laugh my ass off.

Sigh. Young Justice is love. YJ FTW!

identity crisis

I have lived for 17 years.

And I do not know my blood type.

Shoot, I can't believe I don't recgonise the substance that has been providing me oxygen and sustaining my body cells and tissues!

Crap, dear body, I have failed you. I apologise. Okay, tomorrow I am so gonna pester my mum to get me to a clinic to have my blood tested. I NEED TO KNOW MY BLOOD TYPE OR ELSE I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FILL IN MY MATRICULATION PROGRAMME FORM BY THE 10TH OF OCTOBER. ISH.

I can't believe it, how did I ever survive not knowing what was flowing inside of me even when I was still a foetus in my mother's uterus before I was born into this cruel world?

CLINIC. HERE I COME TOMORROW. FINALLY, SOME CLARIFICATION ON WHO I AM. Literally. Sigh.

Trials are OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

Fuck yeah! Woohoo!

Okay, I apologise for the uncouth language. But I'm just so excited, because I put in more effort than usual for trials even though I don't feel much importance about it, but think of the family!!! I want to see my family's proud faces once in a while (although my results are shit) but improvement never hurts! So whatever. Shit's over so there's no use crying over spilled milk.

Despite all the excitement, I am very, very tired as well. I slept only for three hours and a half max today (yes, today, I slept at two). Lit and Moral on the very same day equals insanity. Two memorising subjects. Two subjects that I expect myself to get the very least an A- in (to get more A's, what else?). I hope and pray that I do well in my exams!

And to top off the excitement, ta da!

Finally, a step closer to clearing off that list of my desires on the sidebar of my bloggie. It never seems to end, but I'm sure all those are worth the shot and wait to read.

I am grateful to those who have given me endless encouragement during my trials: ZW, CC (for being there when I almost had a breakdown the day before AM), CY, Sitoh, KL, LY, NK (for putting up with my ridiculous comments on FB when I was bored and procrastinating) and especially my parents. Rocky start especially on the eve of trials, but in the end it turned out all right. X)

Whoooooosh. I feel that breeze against my cheeks. But it's only a matter of time until it dies down and the tension (SPM!!!) starts riling up again. I should end this short break soon and get back to work so I can improve more.

Again, whooooosh! Wheeeee!

I sit in front of the computer, but the words don't come.

There is so much I want to pour out in these lines, but the words don't come as they do. They stop at the tip of my fingers, not ready to explode onto the keys and into this world.

It is all bottled up inside of me. I don't know why.

What is this feeling of melancholy stirring inside of me? It is indescribable, inexpressible, cannot be put into words.

Feelings and emotions are such strange things. Ironic. Contradicting.

myheartfeelslikeit'sgonnaburstfromallthesadnesslikeboomboomboom.

like supernova.

silently. soundlessly.


No one knows.