Right.
Mood:
not sure
Now Playing: Clay Aiken - Shine
Hmmm, Monday, Aunt Koni, Uncle Ali and their forever-kental-son, Hafiz. Man, I shouldn't be saying this. "Saying something about my children inflicts something about me," some crazy woman said this. Anywho, I ended up not studying because of my missing my cousin, a lot, I ended up playing with him, online for like I don't know how many hours, quite a long time, you might say. Man, you sure do destract me, especially with that CD you brought which has all this ska songs and punk songs (It's just too irresistable to not hear it). I don't know how I'll live if I was sent to a boarding school, if I do get an offer and if I do want to go (which I'm not still sure I want to because of the whole
dilemma thing)
I admit it, I am a netizen and I listen to punk songs (though, I'm not a punk, or else I'd have my head shaved and leave the center still haired and gel it up like a "trojan" and have this bracelet and necklace which has spikes on it, oh wait, that's supposed to be metal... oh well). I'm definitely influenced by this whole scandalised-punk thing. I even listen to that anti-flag band, which by the way is punk-politic. But I listen to it because the song is nice, well, preferably to punk-lovers, I should say and not because I support their beliefs (is this the right spelling?) which is by the way more to US government and how American teens nowadays (NOT ME) feel that their nation is nothing but a Nazi nation. Or else why would there be so many punk-bands singing about politics? And you know, what, Malaysia also has a skinhead band (my cousin told me when I was still curious about skinhead, not that I'm into bold hairs or anything but just plain curiousity) called ACAB. You wanna know the meaning of it? I guess I shouldn't be talking about bands who are against my forever-beautiful-country that I love so much but I'll tell you anyway... ACAB stands for all cops are bastards. Stupid huh? Yeah, that's what I thought and still think of the band the same way because really... I don't see the point singing your heart out about our Malaysia which is not violence-based like those Nazi nation in 1940's who killed almost 50 MILLION PEOPLE. So, be thankful that we're still here and not facing some kinda dissillusionment or something.
Right.
I can't wait until after PMR is finished, a life fulled of freedom and blessings (oh-kay, whatever), what I mean is a life free of worrying about exams and those kind of things that make you shiver because the exam is just weeks away, like what I'm feeling right know. Going online for a while makes me forget this kind of thing. Well, I know that the life free of worries will not last long because then another chapter will begin and I will have to face yet another life full of worries and agonizing.
These are my plans after PMR
1- watch Princess Diaries, the new movie, I kinda forgotten the title, something about engagement. Anyway, in this movie, there's no Michael in it (T_T) because the actor that used to play Michael's role is now a rock star in a band called "The Rooneys" or something like that. I knew that because I went to Meg Cabot's website, in search of more books to be interested in a long time ago and found out about that. There will also be an "American Girl" movie, which will be starring Raven (yeah,
that Raven).
2- watch the three Lord of the Rings movies, yep, all of 'em. If you're curious, no, I'm not bored of the movie and will NEVER be.
3- Go picnicking with all my friends, which will be sponsored by you, Sarah bt. Ezanee, because you aren't going to be with us anymore next year (sob, sob) and you too, Chapee a.k.a. Syaf <<< incase she doesn't want to admit.
4- Go to Singapore and hug and kiss all my cousins. I haven't met you guys (except Hafiz the Kental) for the past 6 MONTHS!!!!
5- Buy a new diary. Me new diary is finishing. And Chapee, STOP SNEAKING MY DIARY! If you read it again, I MUST KILL YOU!
6- Go to Malacca with my friends, if possible and if permitted by the Controllers-of-our-Lives-until-We-Are-Ready-to-Face-the-World, who else? Our lovely parents.
That all I can think of.
Will add more later.
Tata!
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