countdown to suicide year.

well,the holidays are at an end. i would love to say finally, but i cant.
only because i have not finished my homework.
but other than that, i'm pretty glad its OVER, i got so bored that i carved a chunk of plaster that fell of the ceiling into a paper weight, and i changed the pattern of my scotch tape, i dont like plaids, not that particular design anyway.
but there are good things for me next year (even if its PMR)... like...
hold on i'm still thinking...
nothing.
oh wait!!!
my mum redid my study room!!! it now has corner shelves and it stretches almost all the way to the ceiling, i have now more space than books (for the first time ever)
but there was some trouble with one of the corner shelf (which happens to be a CD rack ) it was not stable and kept leaning backwards, my mum told me to stuff something behind so that it wont move anymore...
and being me, i stuffed all of the boxes used to package the bookshelves before and stuffed em' behind there (now thats what i call recycling!)
and next month my mum's getting me an aircond (which is a big deal) since i have not been allowed an air cond before cuz my mum says it builds character and so on and so forth, and told me her life story before i dropped it.
my mum has finally decided to put the AC in my study room cuz before i never actually sat in it and studied (not even in UPSR year, which was why i was so suprised that i got all A's and tricked my uncle into forking 500 bucks)
so my mum did all this to make sure i studied in my study room.
she spent a lot of money redoing it, which is why i am now starting to take my mum's threat of marrying me off if i did not do fantastic for my PMR...

and i'm here screaming "SHIT!!!! I ACTUALLY HAVE TO STUDY THIS TIME!!!"

and speaking of my study room, my mum and grand dad just came back from ikea after dashing in and dashing out for 3hours.

today is sunday and my grandad came back from IKEA shocked thast it is packed so late in the afternoon... hehe, he still ahs a lot to learn about woman and IKEA.
men, they never learn. i remember him saying "alah, dah petang dah, semua org dah balik "
yeah right!

so i now have no books to read, so one night my mum came into my room and caught me reading "in the fifth at Malory Towers" by Enid Blyton and laughed out loud or lol.
she apparently found it funny that a girl who has read the da vinci code, angel's and demon's, pride and prejudice, loves Trudi Canavan would be stuck reading Enid Blyton
yeah, HAHA very funny!
thats the price you pay for having a nice studyroom and floor to almost ceiling book shelf...
no books... ironic no?
as it is my mum promised a suficient decrease of my book intake and suficient increase in my tuition next year, i have no books to read this year.
Boo Hoo.
oh yeah, i'm also gonna cut my hair short so i dont have to bother with it next year (its so bloody anoying) but i have yet to actually CUT it yet, i've been waiting 4 almost a month.. i waited 2 month for the first hair cut...
i wonder how long i have to wait for this one.
but i am absolutely determined to make my hair look as if Edward Scissorhand did a number on my hair. in order not to have any distractions next year...
yeah i know i know, i being a teen girl in the 21st century, should not want to look ugly.
but i have always been weird (its only called accentric if you're rich) other girls go shopping, i go camping on an island near Pinang. go figure.
anyway, i gotta go, my still amazed grandad, my grandma and my mum are contemplating wheter my granma's kuih bakar is basi or not, they asked me to sniff it and not suprisingly, i could not smell it due to my nose that is acting like a leaky pipe, unfortunately, my nose cant be fixed by twisting it with spanar. unfortunately.

beauty beauty on the wall, who is the stupidest of them all?

so i was stuck in Kajang (again) and (as usual) i watched tv and laughed.
i turned on WHI (wanita hari ini) and laughed... they have beauty products called "cintaku acne" ...
right, my love acne... perfect name for a cream designed to BANISH acne... go figure, them there are products like ass firmers.... what is it? the gym??? nope, its a cream that burns your tush when you put it on, then they have whitening powder for medium to dark skinned ppl who want white radiant skin, weird thing is, the colour of the powder itself is not for dark toned ppl... so you look like a theater actress!!! so before you become white you have to wear powder that looks like powder?
i thought that when you wear make up you wanna look beautiful... not like the phantom of the opera?
so then a bride segment came on and i found out that the trend for bride's nowdays is natural...
then i look at the models and i see an inch of powder on their face which is obviously whiter than thair necks, lips dat beat Mulan's wen she was gonna meet her matchmaker at the start of the film and cheeks that looked as if someone slapped them a thousand times over on each cheek?
if that's natural, then all the rest of us must look like clowns!!!

anyway, i'm stuck in holiday blues...i'm bored i miss my friends!!!
ash,aazraa,faz,nani,alia,sucjita,denise,vanilla,nicole,harshiah,sue jinn,debs and the whole family!!!
cnt wait to go back even through the teachers are badx10 and i have to meet the seniors... plus i dont know if i wanna try out for a school team next year, i'm thinking olahrga or chess, cnt decide.
and i'm thinking of going 4 club interact but my mum said no... i dont know why she wont give me a straight answer. so the other choice is malay Drama club... i dont mind the drama...its just the malay part dat bothers me. and the rest of hte choices are crap.
buh bye.

finaly i have seen Twilight

so i finally watched Twilight!!!
with my mum
yeah i know, sad, a waste of sweet movies i tell ya!!!
but it was worth it, i finally managed to make my mum like a guy.
but...
there is a problem
this is what she said "ooohhh, one thing i know is that i am DEFINITELY marrying a Vampire"
yup, my mum has found what she likes, unfortunately, its the wrong species,state of well-being, and ...interests.
my mum always said guys are only interested in one thing... yeah right!
i'm sure Vamps have the same... INTERESTS as everyone else (everyone else who drinks blood that is)
so anyway,
we went to one utama to watch a movie, but we came back (being as female as we are) with a movie,5 photo albums,2 baking pans,1 jelly mold and a gift wrapper (i collect those) but only the ones with nice paterns.
so, despite what it may seem, me and my mum ARE female.
talking about females, most of us mature faster than guys (yeah!!! you guys argue you are stronger than woman anatomicaly right? well, god created everything in balance, fe has he, black has white, good means theres evil, so if a guy is stronger than a female, the law of the universe proves that females are SMARTER than men, so thats why it is balanced).
to prove it, my cousin (or cow sin as i think of them when they start being prats) has a friend (a girl) who's boyfriend is a girl... did i mention my cousin is eight years-old?
yeah, i guess the guys couldn't catch up so the two girls decided to get CAUGHT UP in things they dont understand. my cousin has no idea about her friend's preferences (look, i dont mind gay people, in fact i love gay guys!!! and i go to an all girls school, which means i walk past lesbians without realizing it, and even if i do, i dont treat them any differently) i am just scared that my cousin will be one, i dont mind, but my grandma is 71 years-old. do the math.

anyway i gotta go my facebook is calling (well thats the story anyway, i'm dry out of things to say)

soffar sogood

last Thursday, i went to see this movie entitled, 'los and faun'
an Afdlin Shauki film, and dead funny if you pay attention to detail.
Era Fazira cannot at but i guess she has to be all pretty there in order to carry out the role of a millionaire's wife. go figure.
anyway,on the way back home from one utama, i was listening to the radio and David Archuleta's new song came on the radio, "a little to not over you" i think, was the title (i know that last sentence is a bit off in grammar, but i'm too lazy to do anything about it)
the first thought that came to my head was, "wow! David really does mean what he sings, i mean, really, the first single he releases after cutely winning American Idol was crush, with the lyrics
"but i know this crush ain't going away iay iay iayeah" and true enough, it never did, all the way to his next single"
but it looks like sometimes you should be careful what you sing, like the plain white t's for example, their first release had the lyrics "hey there Delilah whats it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you do", very sweet words, but then in their second release they sang "hate is a strong word, but i really really really dont like you, now that its over, i dont even know what i likes about you"
well, i guess Delilah had to much fun in New York City.

but, i know that's not true, Delilah is still with the lead singer of said band... but it makes you wonder... there is always the begining and an end to everything.
there is always a first time for everything, including what you say.
take for example Donald Trump, i bet he really enjoyed the first time he said "you're FIRED"
but for him, the first time he said that, he enjoyed it so much, he never learned to stop saying it...
maybe THAT'S why he decided to have a show called The Apprentice, so he could go on saying those words without firing everyone who work for him.there's a thought.

so talking about thoughts, my mum and I went out somewhere and i left my purse under my pillow, cuz i wanted it away from the window in case anyone wanted to steal it (god knows who would! its not like i have money in there, in fact sometimes i wonder why the heck i have a wallet in the first place?) but since my mum always told me to practice being paranoid from a young age so i'll grow up to trust no one except my pet and a fluffy pillow.
anyway, when i went out my mum told me she took my wallet (god also knows how she knew it was under there... what else does she know about me? uh oh, time to change the locks to my bedroom)
and a verse of a song just popped into my head, here it is

I hid my heart under a pillow
away from the wide open window
where unwanted stealing hands roam
i just wont let them
take my heart as their own


i honestly do NOT know where that verse came from, yet another thing god knows and i dont
its begining to anoy me.

1 more stupid pix and more stories of boredom

above,from left fiona,demonstrating the art of the full mouth,then debra trying to look scary but came out looking handsome,ash,the granny...i dont know what she's doing,then revathi,the only one who did NOT put on a funny face... then last but not least...well,least positive thinking is Nicole...doing her Jap Anime face.cute huh?

hey so i am finally back (to those of you who actually noticed my absence) and i to those who did NOT notice my absence now know that i WAS actually absent.
anyway, over the last week and a half, nothing new really came up...except maybe a few weird ideas and thoughts.... here are some

society makes a point of lying to each other... for example... have you ever noticed a "FRESH!!" sign on a box of dried raisins?
i mean come on! they are dried and preserved in a box for god knows how long!!!!
jeez, we're not THAT dumb....or are we.... i for one actually BOUGHT that box of 'FRESH' dried raisins....hhhmmmm, makes you wonder.


so i was watching the video for the song "dangerous" by cardinal official and Akon and noticed the bootylicious (yes,that word is actually a word...Beonce invented it and it went to the dictionary) model in the video....then i started to think about the stereotype model and realized that the universal idea of beauty (according to MTV anyway) is a big ass, big boobs,big hair and small everything else.... including brain.


to live your own life
and not to influence your life apon something
someone else has written
is to write your own story instead of taking another's
story and make it your own version
that is the difference between Harry Potter
and Barry Trotter

i wonder if those students crying about miss Woon (on our last day of school)
were crying because they were so happy to finaly se her non existent backside (like mine)
getting left behind in afternoon session while we accend up towards morning session...
or they were crying because they realized miss Woon ain't staying behind but actually straping a floatation device onto our boat and following us up to morning...i stll wonder...


those were my random thoughts over the last week, there were other mixed up situations like last saturday when i reserved a book at MPH and when my mum picked it up, my name had somehow become "Meera" with my mum's phone number as the contact number... or when my grandmum said she enjoyed drinking goodyear (the tyre) instead of goodday (they milk)...

oh! and today when she cium my hand instead of me her's... for those non-malays out there who are reading my blog, in Malay culture an younger person is supposed to kiss/salam an older person's hand as a sign of respect.... so obviously my grandmum kissing my hand made me feel old.... does not help that i tower over my friends..well most of them.... like when i bumbep into an old friend at one utama last saturday the first thing she said to me was "eh! Mia!!!" followed by "tinggi nye you ni" which is another way of saying, you are to tall and never gonna find a husband in Malaysia due to the fact that most of the guys here are midgets....compared to me at least... then again... why would i wanna marry now anyway? i have barelly started my life to have it taken away by marriage...duh!

okay, enough blabbing, i gotta go and download some suicidal songs that my aunt wrote down and that i actually like....despite having been a cheerleader and a bookworm. rock songs...well...rock!
k ciau.