This song is so beautiful :'( the lyrics are so..meaningful OMFG.
Like imagine if you're her... I would've died a little inside everyday.

"Cause when I'm with him; I'm thinking of you, thinking of you."


"He kissed my lips I taste your mouth. He pulled me in, I was disgusted with myself."

Imagine if The One just slipped through your fingers and the worse thing is, you were never there when he died. When he was shot to death and left to die by the paramedics, you weren't there to hold his hand while he died.

THAT IS INSANELY SAD. Especially since he's so God-damn hot HAHA the guy's Matt Dallas if anyone's interested.....I guess it's just me lol

Anyways, back to being extremely melodramatic.



This is a cover of Christina Perri's 'The Lonely' which is one of my favourite songs to listen to when I'm feeling depressed or writing depressing short stories about people dying HAHA that's basically the only kind I write about...

I'm just gonna stop here before I bore you to death with my depressing songs HAHA. K, ciao peeps.

This song, I suka.

Was eating with parents and they were talking about my brother's haircut -_-

How much was ___'s haircut?
....uh..
RM8, I think. I THINK.
How much was yours?
RM16.
WHAT! BAD INFLUENCE!
Huh? What.. cos Auntie May isn't here mah, so go somewhere else lo.
Cheh, if I said I cut my hair for that much I'd be embarrassed!
What???
I mean, RM15 is okay la..
But that's just RM1 more!
WHAT? How much did you say?
RM16
OH, I thought you said RM86!


...... oh, dear my GOODNESS my father. This is Papa Phua at his blur-est. Blue is Papa, Pink is Mama and Green is MoiMoi.

Woke up at freaking 6am on a Saturday to go to school to attend the Majlish Anugerah Cemerlang 2012
I still don't know if it's all that worth it..SMKSM needs to install more fans or something in the dewan, ESPECIALLY at the back. Darn fans don't move.
Wherever I go, the fans don't move -_- at class also like that. Me and Jien Li die in class when a heat wave hits our class. We depend on nature's movement so if there's no wind......

Anyways, reached school at about 7.20 and received a very nice welcome from a certain special ah beng HAHA don't ask.
The majlis started around 8.15.. -_- stupid. We waited in the dewan sweating like shit cos of our ties cos the VIPs weren't there yet..and they were eating pula -_- honestly. People are sweating their butts off and you're..eating. DON'T YOU HAVE A KITCHEN AT HOME??

So it started with the usual complementaries and greetings and songs and shit like that. I swear, I heard the same greeting like four times. "Assalamualaikum dan salam Satu Malaysia saya ucapkan kepada ketua sektor blah blah blah ---" and there's SO many VIPs, the greeting alone takes like two minutes, WHICH if you don't know is a pretty long time for greeting people.

Our current pengetua is..so un-charismatic. It's so obvious he has no experience in speech making..either that or he's REALLY nervous lol. Halimah's like making this kick ass speech and he's all "uh..uh..*pause*........uh.." and I'm like "Oh my GOD get it STARTED already"

I bet all the parents were rolling their eyes at each other and going all "why are we here again?" they were all so..bored HAHA I think form fours were the most bersemangat ones, next to the past form five students who came back to get the SPM award LOL Danial Rasyid was like. So. Cheery. Like a man-cheerleader.

Wong Boon Chun is so.. tight. His facial expression never changed LOL he goes onto stage, pauses, faces us and stares at us awkwardly while we politely clap and En. Saari reads his "short" bio.
Pn Sahila doesn't like him lol she's like all "he's so sombong! Look at teacher never greet! At school ah, still okay. But if you see him outside ah...."
HAHA I think she thinks he's a rapist or something. I heard that he bribed teachers for tips before. I don't know the extent of the actual truth in that statement, but.... you'll never know the smart genius type.

I got RM30 for getting 6A2B lol I think 7A is RM40 ah. Maybe 8A is RM50 lol I dunno. Maybe they keep detucting RM10 for every stage of...A-ness.

I wish my ideas would just write themselves down on paper >_> I want to join the essay competition but..I'm so lazy... I have the overall idea stuck in my head but writing it down in a Word document and making it at least 800 words...
I pemalas :P

successfully cropped a photo yesterday in school HAHA bloody fantastic.
me and Su Jean were in the bilik guru asking her a lot of shit and wasted like 45 minutes of her life. And for the record, Shazreen is a computer genius HAHA I have never seen so much expressions coming from him in a short period of time LOL Shazreen is so cute XDD macam Yogi Bear

anyways, Pn Yus lent us her laptop that takes ages to boot and shut down. Me and Su Jean raced upstairs to Bilik Redaksi thinking Choo was there but it was locked....and then we went to the library instead lol then after we damn shiok wanna start, the battery was dying -____-
then Yong Xin told us that if we wanted to plug it in we would have to sit on the floor, and we were like FUCK IT and I grabbed a chair noisily (I AM SORRY LIBRARIANS AND PEOPLE WHO ARE TRYING TO CONCENTRATE ON THEIR HOMEWORK) and we started cropping a photo.

SUCCESSSSSS. Fucking syok. Then after that we had to leave cos it was 3.30 soon -______-


Would be going to Verinia's after school tomorrow to use her photoshop :P

Cold sweat wet his brow as John tightened his grip around the steering wheel. The hands on his Rolex tells him he only had fifteen minutes left and he was still miles away. Two hours ago, he received a call from Kristin. He had been waiting for her at the small cafe and was starting to get a bit impatient as he was sitting there for almost an hour. Little did he know...
The caller ID showed her name but a man's voice came through the receiver. It sounded gruff. And soul-less. Like steel. "twenty thousand quid for the lady. Meet me at the alley Hunting Street downtown." the voice huffed and then after a high pitched scream, the line went dead with a click.
Kristin.
That was definitely Kristin's voice.
At first John thought it was a joke -Kristin was never the serious type- but then all the pieces fit in his head. He threw some money on the table and sprinted into his black BMW, driving towards the nearest bank. He couldn't call the police, god knows what they would do to his darling if he did. It took him an agonisingly long time to withdraw that much money, the deafening scream replaying itself in his head the whole time. His heart quenched as the unthinkable past through his head. Hopefully he wasn't too late.



 Cold. Wet. Pain.
Kristin opened her eyes and quickly shut them again. Her head pounded and her entire body ached. She felt like she had been hung upside down and been used as a punching bag for a sadist.
Cold. Wet. Pain.
A hand gripped her hair and she clenched her teeth bearing the pain. "awake, aren't we?" the man, Duke from what she learnt from hearing into their conversations, said and let go of her hair, her head thumping painfully on the cold hard ground.
Kristin had no idea how she wound up in the cellar. She was walking towards the cafe to meet John and the next thing she knew, something hard hit her head then everything turned black. She woke up with bruises and scratches everywhere. The whole time she endured the torture, she thought of John. John and his umber hair and bright green eyes. John and his warmth. John and the security he emitted through his skin whenever he enveloped her in his strong arms.
"John..." she breathed, tears streaming down her bruised cheeks. This was it. She had lost all hope in life. She could feel her body shutting down, the pain was too much.
 "Just kill me," she wheezed. "Please!"
"oh?" Duke cocked his eyebrow, bending down to look her in the eyes. A smirk was tugging at the corners of his lips. That bastard.
"Kill me," she cried, tears coming down full force now. "I'm begging you!"
"whatever you say," he shrugged nonchalantly as if he randomly killed people on a daily basis. He pulled his gun out and his finger pressed down on the trigger.
 Kristin closed her eyes, awaiting the bullet to penetrate through her skin, to end all this. "I'm sorry, John..I'm sorry." she said under her breath. It killed her to end her life so easily, but it was so much pain.
Boom.
"No!"
 Kristin's eyes shot open to meet John's. There he was standing at the door. His hair was masked onto his skin, his chest going up and down like he just ran the marathon.
"Too late," Duke sounded smug. He pulled the trigger.
 "Kristin!" John yelled.
The bullet went through Kristin's chest as she smiled her last smile at him. "I love you, John.." she huffed then her life got sucked out of her. She lay there, limp in his arms as his tears wet her eyes. He lay a soft kiss on her lips and sobbed into her chest.
Cold. Wet. Pain.