"eh, aku takut ah."

*laughs* "sometimes you just crack me up."

wth. the banglas in front of us were irking the heck out of me. i understand fully the norm of them staring people. but they unusually scared me today. kiki thinks it was weird for me to freak out but they were terribly close to us. they could do anything.

and then i recollected the moment when i was on a bus home on tuesday and i saw a lorry of banglas. i stucked my tongue out at them for staring. so is this karma or what? *grits teeth*

"takper. jangan takut. i've got a purple umbrella with me."

"yea! and i know exactly where to hit them!"

LMAO.

so anyways. i began to wonder how come we stereotype them as "banglas". where do they originate from? what's their language? what's their culture like? urhm. so i pondered these over till i reached the doorstep of my house.

but not bad. they built our houses. PAH.

they shifted the fiction section to 2nd level at je library. i totally hate it. now i have to use the escalator.

nyehh.

i dozed from 11 pm last night till 11 am this morning. the longer it is, the weaker i felt. my legs are aching from yesterday's netball competition. -grins-

"did i gain any muscles or what?" i joked.

and so that led me into another of my bizarre, surreal dreams. believe it or not, i dreamt of me having bulging and protruding muscles. they don't look nice at all, but i was elated.

my legs refused to make their way home and so me and ais went to the library and chilled out after the interclass games. ais was doing her a.maths assignment while i was just lying my head on the desk. and *woosh!* i fell asleep. so i eventually headed home with heavy eyes and sore legs.

be yourself day wasn't hap-happening at all. almost half of the school wore the school uniform. the same old icky school uniform. it seemed empty without the majority participating in this event. but it was cool though.

the Scream's mask was love. totally creative. HAH.

metal, punk, emo, reggae, goth, indie etc. they are all music genres. they are NOT trends. people listen to them because they like the music. so fcuk to posers.

how come some people feel happy for the misery of others? my advice to you, get a life.