I hereby am proud to present, the long awaited creation of all times, which shall not die down anytime soon as the seconds tick by.

Presenting..

The magnificent, the unique, the one and only Green Cheese © invented by the one of a kind fellow Green Cheeser Geetha!

Here are the product details taken from the producer herself ;)

Full name: Green Cheese
Manufactured in: Geetha's home
Imported by: Cheese Companies in Malaysia
Ingredients: Dairy products, emulsifiers, extra salt, food colourings, unpasturized milk
-Remember , always store in the fridge to prevent the cheese from melting.

Copyright: The product named Green Cheese© is solely created by fellow Green Cheesers Geetha and Leonie, with Geetha as the lead inventor and yours truly as the tester and the idea giver. The image for this product is not to be copied, plagiarized or butchered up in any way. No animals were harmed in the making of this product. This product is tested to be melamine-free. We are not to be blamed or sued for any food poisoning done, as the only reason that could happen is due to the consumers' digestive systems who just can't take the greatness of our product ;D

A very splendid job done, fellow Green Cheeser =D

At the same note, I would like to wish all readers a very merry and scary..

.."Happy Halloween!"

By the way, Wanda's Halloween outfit rocks socks xDD

And one more thing.


















There's something behind you.

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To the vast majority of those who are clueless about the navigations in the current blogskin of the Prom Night 2008 blog, great news for you guys.

For the convenience of the public, I had decided to make a personalized blogskin just for this event.

Navigations shall be more straightforward and much easier to understand.

Please be patient while I officially announce the starting of another renovation in the said blog.

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I just went blog-visiting, till I arrived at Janice's, and saw this sweet vid, as she called it, which was introduced to her by the Overdresser. And I say, I totally agree.

I myself got teary-eyed too. And that's even after I watched the video three times, when I decided to show my mum and my bro the very same video. Though they didn't show much of a reaction, as I'd expected anyway, I still got teary over it.

If you have a heart, watch this PLEASE.



To get the full story, or in case the video is faulty in this blog, click here.

Just a simple act of love to make my day =)

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Been there, done that. Haha.

Actually, I can honestly say that I had no idea that I was going for a RIMUP event, all I know was that I was only going to Convent to support SIGS's netball and handball teams. And not forgetting to meet the one and only Green Cheese after so long =)

Besides, who in SIGS that's a third former won't find a chance to escape from the afternoon session and skip all those planned activities for something more fun and interesting instead? Do not even dare to deny that very fact, third formers! XD

So, the day started out with many complications in school. If you're from Convent and if you had noticed that some of us were wearing red and the majority of the supporters were wearing lavender, that is actually the biggest problem out of everything else. But, I think I shall not mention anything here, least it goes around and gets added with unneeded extra information (=

Here's a short recap of the day's events in my point of view :

Reached Convent, then went on to do my job as a supporter and scream my brains out for the handball team first. I must say, Convent had a strong team, but SIGS did a good job as well =] The two rounds went to Convent and we had a break after that.

Fiddle, meddle, doodle.

Went back to the field and hung out, then I saw Geetha! Taking loads of pictures =D Actually I wanted to say hi to her earlier, but my brain was lagging and I couldn't process what to say to her beforehand, so I just let things happened by itself XD Sorry Green Cheese, my bad D=

Then, the netball competition started. Three words : It was FIERCE.

Ended what seemed to be a very quick match and we were asked to go to the hall not long after. Listened to a short speech by Puan Khadijah who's the representative for another teacher and proceeded with the prize giving ceremony. I am quite impressed with the Convent spirit. Really.

Munched on some lunch then saw Green Cheese again for another picture, this time with Vena Cava aka Veena. Lol.

Went back to school with Hanifah singing her heart out to some Malay songs. She's a great entertainer XD The ones she sang that really made an impression till I could still remember the names of those songs are "Suzanna" and "Ayahku Kahwin Lagi". At least, I THINK those are the titles anyway. Haha.

The snapshots of the day. Major credits goes to the fabulous Geetha and her awesome photography skills ;)





What I'd learnt from today's event :

1. There's a reason why we had to walk all the way to the other side of the field in Convent on the cemented ground. On post-rainy days like today, Min Wen and I made the mistake of letting our shoes sink into the very fragile muddy patches of soil. Which sums it up to THE ENTIRE FIELD. Lesson learnt!

2. SIGS has a limited number of chants and cheers. Time to innovate and be creative hopefully.

3. It's NOT a good idea to shorten the school's name to just GS in the respected cheers. GS is short for Girls' School in Sultan Ibrahim Girls' School, and note that Convent is also a Girls' School. We were indirectly cheering for both teams! LOL.

4. GS could also mean Goal Shooter in netball language, so besides cheering for Noris who's the GS for the SIGS team, once again we're also indirectly cheering for Convent's GS! So much for trying to lift only our school's team spirit. LOL.

5. Miss Green Cheese is not only photogenic in her pictures, but even prettier when you meet her in person! Not like that's unexpected =P

All in all, being a part of this program is all worth it, even though the word RIMUP seriously does brings back not so fond memories. Hahah.

Which reminds me. Geetha, had you even got started with your amazing soon-to-be masterpiece, the one of a kind Green Cheese? Why isn't there any news of it at all? x] It is already post-PMR XD

Coming up next, Prefect Day 2008 ;D

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ZeeZamZar.

Yeaps, that's the title of this entry.

Some of you might be wondering what does ZeeZamZar stands for.

For your information, around one point last week, one of my fellow seat mate who was seated in front of me, Kamalia or should I say, Zamalia and I invented a new language to kill the stress and everything else that came with it on the journey to the exam hall.

Thus, all the way from lining up outside the hall till we reached our own respected places, we were speaking a language that no other could exactly decipher. Actually I couldn't really understand some of the stuff that Zamalia was saying either. And this language, Zamalia and I had called it,

ZINGLISH.

According to the very infamous dictionary created by this blogger herself, Zinglish refers to the language of English that had been butchered up rephrased by the people of the names Kamalia binti Abdul Aziz and Kong Leonie that holds the purpose to laugh all the evilness of the exams out and create the happy hormones in our bodies so that we could take the very same exams in peace and serenity.

And how does the language of Zinglish works?

First of all, you need to be able to speak, understand, know and/or converse in the lingua franca of the world - English.

Next, replace every word you're to say in English with the letter Z.

Lastly, just have fun conversing with your friends =) And figure out what they're saying half of the time XD

Zo, zave zun Zinglishing!

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Okay, I had been online for eight hours non-stop, with proper snack and TeeVee breaks between intervals.

Been blog-viewing, updating my very boring life with some recent news around the community, society, what the heck, and apparently many third-formers had blogged about their "Road to Liberation". And many do feel the joy and freedom from PMR being over for good.

But honestly, I didn't feel anything for it at all.

Right after the Geography paper, everybody was smiling, laughing, hugging their friends. I won't say that nobody embraced me in their happiness and glee, I gladly accepted and gave them a smile.

But that was about it.

I didn't even cheer when the teachers congratulated us for so-called finishing our journey.

Well, call me weird, label me a freak. I'm already used to it.

The only emotion I really felt throughout the whole process.

Emptiness.

Seriously, I just felt totally blanked out through the whole thingamajig.

Speaking of post-PMR blues, I was supposed to hang out with some friends after school earlier. But, due to personal reasons, I didn't exactly make it in the end. In any case, even if I did miraculously tagged along, I would just be a spoilsport and a plain old party pooper, as they call it. So I guessed that it was a good thing I wasn't there anyway. Least that I ruined the fun.

I hadn't been feeling all that great since the start of October. And I just realized it wasn't because of the exams that caused me to be all BLUE.

Things happened. Stuff took place. And I just feel like shit right now.

And with everybody being either too busy studying before, talking about the latest happenings in the social world which I'm absoulutely clueless about, and recently, celebrating as the exams are over, I couldn't bear to destroy the cheery surroundings around me.

And the moment I finally am willing to talk and offer my opinions, it just seemed that I was talking to air all the time.

In the end, I just became part of the furniture.

I slowly mastered the skill to blend in with the surroundings. Knowing very well I could never stand out, nor fit in.

If you seem unconvinced by this entire statement I'm making, I won't exactly blame you either.

I'm always putting up a fake front, whenever I face the same people I see everyday in school, this automatic shield comes up and there goes me, smiles and all, lame jokes that aren't appreciated, only when somebody else does repeat the same thing it seems hilarious.

When I want the attention, I never get it, even though I did a lot of hard work to earn it, unlike certain people whose names I shall definitely not mention, that depend on another's popularity to step up to the stairs of fame.

Whenever I just want to be left alone to ponder over myself, it will always be at this time I'll be loaded with problems from other people, and I'll have to be the softie and pushover I am, helping and trying to offer my ears, if not my opinions, or most of the time, my physical and mental effort.

I'm not like 99.9% of my friends who are already naturally well-known, people naturally like them, and are naturally popular, not forgetting naturally well-liked by all teachers, naturally out-going with all the seniors, naturally famous, hence, a naturally overall excellent teenager with a naturally great outstanding social status and life.

Nobody knows how awkward it is when everybody around you are talking to seniors about important school issues, or just going through the normal stuff, and this particular blogger who have no idea what to say feels shunned and left aside to fend for herself in the totally awkward situation(s).

Nobody realizes when I'm really in trouble, unless I get dramatic over it.

Nobody understands what I'm going through at this very moment.

Nobody bothers to ask for a second opinion from me, even if they do, it never applies anyway as it ALWAYS appear as stupid or dumb to them.

Nobody exactly gets it when I rant, and they laugh over it as if it was of mere importance to them.

And about now, what I had just said might be happening already.

Oh, wait a minute, I totally forgot.

NOBODY READS THIS BLOG.

As if I have to be reminded that my tagbox is always empty?

As if I need to know that my blog has at least 20 hits, and 3/4 of those hits are my own to see whether anybody came by or not?

As if I need to cut myself even deeper that there are only the same names popping up in the tagbox, showing that I only have a limited circle of friends that may care?

As if I need to know once more, I'm not like an ordinary 15 year old, living the life she should?

As if I have to be reminded of all of these issue that may seem like nil or minor to you, but majordomo important to me?

Seriously, I have no idea why I'm ranting at all in the first place, since only a small minority that do knows of my existence comes over once in awhile.

And I expect hate messages from offended people who do read this.

What the heck.

When the rest do offend me, which is very rare indeed, I'll always have to keep it in.

So let them feel the pain. For once.

***** I told myself many times before, that popularity isn't all that important, that to be like those I really respect, it's all about being yourself and that's what matters.

But, you really cannot expect me to believe that I don't even deserve some love and care once in awhile?

Hey, I'm only human.

It's always my job to try and understand what problems the others are going through, with me trying to solve them.

Now, it's their turn.

I give up being nice already.

***** Oh yeah, it's my blog's 100th entry at long last, after three long years.

Happy 100th post O faithful one.

Thanks for always being there for me, except times when I have no Internet access of course.

***** And to the PMR students of 2008, happy post-PMR. Go and rock the streets out there.

Then tell me all about your laughter and smiles.

While I rot at home doing nothing.

...

...

...

...

What's that smell?

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It’s not an English name I came up with for myself. My mother is indeed a genius in coming up with such a splendid name for me. Although my name has been unfortunately mutilated (nicknames are excluded) over the past years, full credits to my mum for my current identity.

I’m certainly looking forward to changing the word ‘patient’ to ‘survivor’! If you’re interested to read about my journey in battling lymphoma, you can click here to proceed to my cancer blog.

Ironic, I know; this blog is mainly pink instead. I like all colours actually, but I find myself having an affinity to the colour green. In fact, I can safely say that green is my soul colour.

Languages, music, fashion, photography, cultures, dance, literature, writing; just about anything, really. The arts truly intrigue me, especially thought-provoking pieces. Of course, the arts play a major role in inspiring me in my everyday life.

I don’t have a favourite genre – I read any book that interests me!

I am a trained right-hander from young, since apparently being left-handed is considered ‘wrong’. Basically, I’m ambidextrous! No wonder I find it easier to air guitar using my left hand than my right; I simply relate to the arts than subjects that deal with logical thinking better, too.

A stubborn Bull I am, too. I abhor being rushed. I prefer doing matters at my own reasonable pace. I don’t particularly like changes in my routine, but I can adapt quite easily. I’m a very practical person as well. I enjoy the beautiful things in life, but that doesn’t make me shun ugliness at all. Besides, it all depends on how one perceives beauty. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!

Still am, but I’m slowly learning to accept imperfection into my life. Also, I’m doing my best to erase the many expectations I have so I could one day master the art of letting go and freeing myself to simple happiness and joy.

Compared to before, I’m less dramatic nowadays. Language-wise, I attempt to blog flawlessly in English and speak proper English online with my peers. Call me a Grammar Nazi all you want, but that’s how I roll. I only converse in perfect English in formal situations and during my dramatic outbursts. Otherwise, I’m absolutely capable of communicating like the average Malaysian!

It’s a different issue altogether when you’re forced to learn for the sake of getting good grades, though. Other than that, I’m open to new information and knowledge anytime! I especially would like to learn more languages and pick up new musical instruments.

…are just some of the things I would love to do in the near future, hopefully!

the basic rules apply. If you respect me, I’ll respect you. If you happen to be someone who has low EQ skills, I’ll try to be tolerant but my patience is definitely limited. I’m observant when it comes to human behaviour. I’m a person of many opinions, but I don’t voice them out unless I trust you enough; I’m very honest and candid when it comes to the people I can trust. Even though I trust very easily, not everybody can prove that they’re all that nice. Hurt me, and I’ll only defend myself if necessary. Hurt my family or my friends – you won’t find me holding back.

Is there anything else you would like to know about me?
Throw me your questions and/or doubts here! I honestly have nothing to hide, so you’ll expect the truth and nothing but the truth.

It’s only how I phrase my answers that you’ll have to be aware of.
Or…you can click hereto go back to reading!

I hereby am proud to present, the long awaited creation of all times, which shall not die down anytime soon as the seconds tick by.

Presenting..

The magnificent, the unique, the one and only Green Cheese © invented by the one of a kind fellow Green Cheeser Geetha!

Here are the product details taken from the producer herself ;)

Full name: Green Cheese
Manufactured in: Geetha's home
Imported by: Cheese Companies in Malaysia
Ingredients: Dairy products, emulsifiers, extra salt, food colourings, unpasturized milk
-Remember , always store in the fridge to prevent the cheese from melting.

Copyright: The product named Green Cheese© is solely created by fellow Green Cheesers Geetha and Leonie, with Geetha as the lead inventor and yours truly as the tester and the idea giver. The image for this product is not to be copied, plagiarized or butchered up in any way. No animals were harmed in the making of this product. This product is tested to be melamine-free. We are not to be blamed or sued for any food poisoning done, as the only reason that could happen is due to the consumers' digestive systems who just can't take the greatness of our product ;D

A very splendid job done, fellow Green Cheeser =D

At the same note, I would like to wish all readers a very merry and scary..

.."Happy Halloween!"

By the way, Wanda's Halloween outfit rocks socks xDD

And one more thing.


















There's something behind you.

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To the vast majority of those who are clueless about the navigations in the current blogskin of the Prom Night 2008 blog, great news for you guys.

For the convenience of the public, I had decided to make a personalized blogskin just for this event.

Navigations shall be more straightforward and much easier to understand.

Please be patient while I officially announce the starting of another renovation in the said blog.

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I just went blog-visiting, till I arrived at Janice's, and saw this sweet vid, as she called it, which was introduced to her by the Overdresser. And I say, I totally agree.

I myself got teary-eyed too. And that's even after I watched the video three times, when I decided to show my mum and my bro the very same video. Though they didn't show much of a reaction, as I'd expected anyway, I still got teary over it.

If you have a heart, watch this PLEASE.



To get the full story, or in case the video is faulty in this blog, click here.

Just a simple act of love to make my day =)

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Been there, done that. Haha.

Actually, I can honestly say that I had no idea that I was going for a RIMUP event, all I know was that I was only going to Convent to support SIGS's netball and handball teams. And not forgetting to meet the one and only Green Cheese after so long =)

Besides, who in SIGS that's a third former won't find a chance to escape from the afternoon session and skip all those planned activities for something more fun and interesting instead? Do not even dare to deny that very fact, third formers! XD

So, the day started out with many complications in school. If you're from Convent and if you had noticed that some of us were wearing red and the majority of the supporters were wearing lavender, that is actually the biggest problem out of everything else. But, I think I shall not mention anything here, least it goes around and gets added with unneeded extra information (=

Here's a short recap of the day's events in my point of view :

Reached Convent, then went on to do my job as a supporter and scream my brains out for the handball team first. I must say, Convent had a strong team, but SIGS did a good job as well =] The two rounds went to Convent and we had a break after that.

Fiddle, meddle, doodle.

Went back to the field and hung out, then I saw Geetha! Taking loads of pictures =D Actually I wanted to say hi to her earlier, but my brain was lagging and I couldn't process what to say to her beforehand, so I just let things happened by itself XD Sorry Green Cheese, my bad D=

Then, the netball competition started. Three words : It was FIERCE.

Ended what seemed to be a very quick match and we were asked to go to the hall not long after. Listened to a short speech by Puan Khadijah who's the representative for another teacher and proceeded with the prize giving ceremony. I am quite impressed with the Convent spirit. Really.

Munched on some lunch then saw Green Cheese again for another picture, this time with Vena Cava aka Veena. Lol.

Went back to school with Hanifah singing her heart out to some Malay songs. She's a great entertainer XD The ones she sang that really made an impression till I could still remember the names of those songs are "Suzanna" and "Ayahku Kahwin Lagi". At least, I THINK those are the titles anyway. Haha.

The snapshots of the day. Major credits goes to the fabulous Geetha and her awesome photography skills ;)





What I'd learnt from today's event :

1. There's a reason why we had to walk all the way to the other side of the field in Convent on the cemented ground. On post-rainy days like today, Min Wen and I made the mistake of letting our shoes sink into the very fragile muddy patches of soil. Which sums it up to THE ENTIRE FIELD. Lesson learnt!

2. SIGS has a limited number of chants and cheers. Time to innovate and be creative hopefully.

3. It's NOT a good idea to shorten the school's name to just GS in the respected cheers. GS is short for Girls' School in Sultan Ibrahim Girls' School, and note that Convent is also a Girls' School. We were indirectly cheering for both teams! LOL.

4. GS could also mean Goal Shooter in netball language, so besides cheering for Noris who's the GS for the SIGS team, once again we're also indirectly cheering for Convent's GS! So much for trying to lift only our school's team spirit. LOL.

5. Miss Green Cheese is not only photogenic in her pictures, but even prettier when you meet her in person! Not like that's unexpected =P

All in all, being a part of this program is all worth it, even though the word RIMUP seriously does brings back not so fond memories. Hahah.

Which reminds me. Geetha, had you even got started with your amazing soon-to-be masterpiece, the one of a kind Green Cheese? Why isn't there any news of it at all? x] It is already post-PMR XD

Coming up next, Prefect Day 2008 ;D

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ZeeZamZar.

Yeaps, that's the title of this entry.

Some of you might be wondering what does ZeeZamZar stands for.

For your information, around one point last week, one of my fellow seat mate who was seated in front of me, Kamalia or should I say, Zamalia and I invented a new language to kill the stress and everything else that came with it on the journey to the exam hall.

Thus, all the way from lining up outside the hall till we reached our own respected places, we were speaking a language that no other could exactly decipher. Actually I couldn't really understand some of the stuff that Zamalia was saying either. And this language, Zamalia and I had called it,

ZINGLISH.

According to the very infamous dictionary created by this blogger herself, Zinglish refers to the language of English that had been butchered up rephrased by the people of the names Kamalia binti Abdul Aziz and Kong Leonie that holds the purpose to laugh all the evilness of the exams out and create the happy hormones in our bodies so that we could take the very same exams in peace and serenity.

And how does the language of Zinglish works?

First of all, you need to be able to speak, understand, know and/or converse in the lingua franca of the world - English.

Next, replace every word you're to say in English with the letter Z.

Lastly, just have fun conversing with your friends =) And figure out what they're saying half of the time XD

Zo, zave zun Zinglishing!

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Okay, I had been online for eight hours non-stop, with proper snack and TeeVee breaks between intervals.

Been blog-viewing, updating my very boring life with some recent news around the community, society, what the heck, and apparently many third-formers had blogged about their "Road to Liberation". And many do feel the joy and freedom from PMR being over for good.

But honestly, I didn't feel anything for it at all.

Right after the Geography paper, everybody was smiling, laughing, hugging their friends. I won't say that nobody embraced me in their happiness and glee, I gladly accepted and gave them a smile.

But that was about it.

I didn't even cheer when the teachers congratulated us for so-called finishing our journey.

Well, call me weird, label me a freak. I'm already used to it.

The only emotion I really felt throughout the whole process.

Emptiness.

Seriously, I just felt totally blanked out through the whole thingamajig.

Speaking of post-PMR blues, I was supposed to hang out with some friends after school earlier. But, due to personal reasons, I didn't exactly make it in the end. In any case, even if I did miraculously tagged along, I would just be a spoilsport and a plain old party pooper, as they call it. So I guessed that it was a good thing I wasn't there anyway. Least that I ruined the fun.

I hadn't been feeling all that great since the start of October. And I just realized it wasn't because of the exams that caused me to be all BLUE.

Things happened. Stuff took place. And I just feel like shit right now.

And with everybody being either too busy studying before, talking about the latest happenings in the social world which I'm absoulutely clueless about, and recently, celebrating as the exams are over, I couldn't bear to destroy the cheery surroundings around me.

And the moment I finally am willing to talk and offer my opinions, it just seemed that I was talking to air all the time.

In the end, I just became part of the furniture.

I slowly mastered the skill to blend in with the surroundings. Knowing very well I could never stand out, nor fit in.

If you seem unconvinced by this entire statement I'm making, I won't exactly blame you either.

I'm always putting up a fake front, whenever I face the same people I see everyday in school, this automatic shield comes up and there goes me, smiles and all, lame jokes that aren't appreciated, only when somebody else does repeat the same thing it seems hilarious.

When I want the attention, I never get it, even though I did a lot of hard work to earn it, unlike certain people whose names I shall definitely not mention, that depend on another's popularity to step up to the stairs of fame.

Whenever I just want to be left alone to ponder over myself, it will always be at this time I'll be loaded with problems from other people, and I'll have to be the softie and pushover I am, helping and trying to offer my ears, if not my opinions, or most of the time, my physical and mental effort.

I'm not like 99.9% of my friends who are already naturally well-known, people naturally like them, and are naturally popular, not forgetting naturally well-liked by all teachers, naturally out-going with all the seniors, naturally famous, hence, a naturally overall excellent teenager with a naturally great outstanding social status and life.

Nobody knows how awkward it is when everybody around you are talking to seniors about important school issues, or just going through the normal stuff, and this particular blogger who have no idea what to say feels shunned and left aside to fend for herself in the totally awkward situation(s).

Nobody realizes when I'm really in trouble, unless I get dramatic over it.

Nobody understands what I'm going through at this very moment.

Nobody bothers to ask for a second opinion from me, even if they do, it never applies anyway as it ALWAYS appear as stupid or dumb to them.

Nobody exactly gets it when I rant, and they laugh over it as if it was of mere importance to them.

And about now, what I had just said might be happening already.

Oh, wait a minute, I totally forgot.

NOBODY READS THIS BLOG.

As if I have to be reminded that my tagbox is always empty?

As if I need to know that my blog has at least 20 hits, and 3/4 of those hits are my own to see whether anybody came by or not?

As if I need to cut myself even deeper that there are only the same names popping up in the tagbox, showing that I only have a limited circle of friends that may care?

As if I need to know once more, I'm not like an ordinary 15 year old, living the life she should?

As if I have to be reminded of all of these issue that may seem like nil or minor to you, but majordomo important to me?

Seriously, I have no idea why I'm ranting at all in the first place, since only a small minority that do knows of my existence comes over once in awhile.

And I expect hate messages from offended people who do read this.

What the heck.

When the rest do offend me, which is very rare indeed, I'll always have to keep it in.

So let them feel the pain. For once.

***** I told myself many times before, that popularity isn't all that important, that to be like those I really respect, it's all about being yourself and that's what matters.

But, you really cannot expect me to believe that I don't even deserve some love and care once in awhile?

Hey, I'm only human.

It's always my job to try and understand what problems the others are going through, with me trying to solve them.

Now, it's their turn.

I give up being nice already.

***** Oh yeah, it's my blog's 100th entry at long last, after three long years.

Happy 100th post O faithful one.

Thanks for always being there for me, except times when I have no Internet access of course.

***** And to the PMR students of 2008, happy post-PMR. Go and rock the streets out there.

Then tell me all about your laughter and smiles.

While I rot at home doing nothing.

...

...

...

...

What's that smell?

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