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ARGH!
This is superbly ohmigosh. I am seriously abandoning my blog. What? I have a blog?! I didn't remember I had a blog d-_-b pardon me.

awwwsh.

this is awwh.

(tell your girl to hold her hand out) (then grab it and say…)

"Ok," say, "there's a river in the middle of your hand." (draw line with finger)

"And there is a bunny rabit on one side, trynna get to the other." (point were bunny is)

"How is he going to do that?"

(when she/he says i dont know say…)

"Me neither, I just wanted to hold you hand."

:)

pms. like a bietch.

sorry about upstairs. i'm sick! i need pills. i need the pink ones. i dunno waddahell to tell you!



i. am. in love. again.

and i hopehope&hope that i will never be myself before ._.

miracles comin up.

okay.

today wasnt a fairytale.

i had just been informed that 'someone' broke up because of me. i dunno if that's true or just a bullshite, but from what i saw, i think its true. its not like the major 'i-break-up-with-him-bcause-of-you' kinda thang. its about being friends. well, okay SORRY? if thats what you want from me? i dunno what's this boy's prob. listen to that. boy. he seems to like, jealous or something? he doesnt like me havin toooooo much happiness with his girl, i mean, ex. i dont mean to gossip over here, butttt its so confusin. and disturbin. this is a major problem to me. its like, im a boy who gives joy to his girl. the prob is, i aint a boy.
if you're not at all 'satisfied', shall we say, by my own way of treatin you, then TELL ME! just tell me face to face, so that i wont be sooo pissed off like right now. you really got on my nerves.
if its how the way i look at you, like my eyes, i know. i know they loveee to roll. but they automatically roll. got that? automatically. it wasnt as if i intend to roll them in front of you. they automatically.
if you dunno how to give your ex happiness and joy like i give her, then try to tell me that you want to ! so that i wont be overly happy with her. so that i make you jealous no more. dont just bullshite-ly sit there and talk bad behind me. i know you dont like me. as long as you dont tell me what's wrong, i aint gonna talk with you, you meathead. i aint. keep that noted.

today wasnt a fairytale.

i'm. i'm hurt.

Just so you know, I'm still missin him.
It. is. PERFECT. to be single.
I don't need to spend any freakin money to a boy.
I don't need to be emotional about fights with a boy.
I ain't gonna feel sad or jealous when I see my boy with other girl.
I don't need to care about his feelings.
I don't need to be worried if he's out there smokin, or or or drinkin or or or doin illegal things.
I don't need to make sure I'm the only perfect girl in his eyes.

urgh, what the fishh am i doin? too much ego may cause too much drunkness.

why are you doin this to me, you squirrel?!
now i canNOT seem to love you.
i canNot look into your eyes at school.
even if you now i really freakishly want to.
i canNOT stop drawing the smiley the one you loved to make.
i canNOT seem to forget your eyes. your heart-throbbing pair of eyes.
i canNOT seem to forget how you loved f1. and how you tell me you loved that raikkonen.
i canNOT seem to forget you. :'(

this is bullshite. he is taken. he is someone else's. she's better than me. she's better than anybody in his eyes.
i'm sorry. i wasnt supposed to ask his number in the first place. if i knew he was hers, i wouldnt have hurt this much.

why am i always like this? fallin in love with someone who is already taken, who has a girlfriend already, a far better and cuter and gorgeous and lovely than i do. why do i always act like a bullshite?

last night, i dreamed of him. he was wearing his kadet polis outfit. and he was lookin perfectly. perfectly gorgeous. and he was smilin. showin me his awh-so-hot dimples.

ARGH.

it is good. to be single, i mean. i dont need you. i DONT. NEED. you.

shite.

Today, I feel like an arsehole.
I didnt go to school. I aint feelin the slightest passion to do my folio. I neeeed to make a book. Hell yeah.
It is so hard. To make a book, I mean. Look at Alicia Loh. How can she make a book while I freakinly cant?!
I wanna make a book, so that I can have a perfect dinner and eat lovely things with my family, so that I can buy more books and gain ideas, so that I can have a freakinly large amount of money to buy a mansion. But why havent I started a chapter?!
My ibu told me I should start. Yeah, I know I should. But I cant. I cant spend my time too much on computer. But I need to make a booooook!
Well, I'm sorry about upstairs, but I cant seem to help it! I'm emotional, I know. I know I know and I know. That's why I need to make a boook!

urgh. I'm fed up. Sorry. Well, I hate this post. See ya later, in another post.

DAMN IT.

i wanna tell you, i hate maths.

hell yeah, who loves maths? well, except for my sister, that jane austen. but, maths a superduper mean subject which always makes the wires in my petite lil brain go springy out. it gives me eyebags. my eyesight becomes sick of facing it. i have to wear thick lens glasses because of it (well actually, that's because i love to watch gossip girls from a really superb distance, if you know what i mean).

but maths. i canNOT believe, once i've finished every question my teacher asked me to do, i felt a huge wave of happiness washed over me. i know, when once you've finished something so tiring and so god-damn-it-like, you will feel the exact same way. but to me, it's a first time. it's like, really something. what i'm actually telling you is that, maths isn't that bad. i hate it when i'm not doing it. but, i love it after i've finished doing it. (???) well pleasepleaseplease try your best to understand.

well, WHATEVER. right now, i have a huge massive problemmmm. i havent done my folio. yet. why is there folios? why do we have to do folios? and the major problem is, WHY DO WE HAVE TO DO A FOLIO ABOUT OUR GODDAMNIT SCHOOOOOL?!

it's hard. i'm telling you, it's hard! superddupermajor hard, to me. i have done some things, lets just say, i've done a freakin few of them. my history teacher's really gonna gimme a free kick. well, my head, as the main target.

you know what? it effects real well if the teachers a meaner. if she is a superduper bad tempered one, or or or a superduper good tempered one, the students will surely like or or or hate the subject. as for me, i hate maths. you know what i mean. well, actually, i could really love maths. if the teacher's a nicer version.

well. yah. when we sit for a long time, we'll get a lovely dessert from the back of the house.

bye for now. more miracles comin soon, baby.

OMG.

What the fish !
(Actually, I hate the title of this post. It sounded soo like .. Usher, shall we say?)

I'm starting this with such health. I've a sore throat ._. a sore throat that I thought will never cure. It started yesterday. I drank red syrup--I poured a too great amount of them into the mug =_= my abah was mad at me.
Well, I think my throat is quite smoothed now, because I am not thinking about it. My ibu said don't pay any freakin attention to it. It will get bored. Ha-ha.
For the record, dear honorable readers, I love Taylor Swift. My display name should actually be 'Jane or Taylor Swift?' but I just love Orianthi's name, and plus she's much more talented and far more beautiful than Taylor herself.
I'm trying to sing that song with this throat. That Abba song. Thank you for the music. What a song!
Oh, and beeteedoubleyou, the name's Ainaa. Nice to meet you ;)

Well, keep on reading then. You'll face some miracles, I'm promising you. Yeah, that I do.