I hate people who talk to me only when they're bored. I hope you have a great life and other people do the same to you and you're so pissed that you die.

PMR RESULTS

Just a few days left and then I have to face my fears. There's nothing I despise than this. The knot in the stomach and everything. What if I fail? Worse, what if I let everyone down? By everyone, I mean my family. They have such high expectations for me and I'm not even that smart. I wish I am though. So here I am, going through old stuff. Wishing I had studied when I had the time to and not waste it by doing some lame shit. Oh well. You can't undo things that's done. I won't be surprised if I don't get above 4A's because I didn't study hard enough and I sure as hell didn't pray hard enough. I'm not complaining though. I truly believe there's other people out there who want this more than I do and deserves it more than I do. And most of all, have worked harder than I ever have for the past 2 years. I really need to stop taking things for granted. I also need to learn my lesson and get my shit together.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MILEY.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MILEY. NO WORDS CAN DESCRIBE MY LOVE AND RESPECT FOR YOU. YOU'VE CHANGED ME AND MY LIFE IN SO MANY WAYS. YOU CHANGED ME EMOTIONALLY AND MENTALLY. I GOT A WHOLE DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE ON THINGS BECAUSE OF YOU. YOU MADE ME SEE THINGS DIFFERENTLY. I'M NOT OBSESSED, JUST INSPIRED. MY BIGGEST WISH IS TO MEET YOU. A 5 MINUTE CONVERSATION WOULD BE ENOUGH. IT WOULD MEAN THE WORLD TO ME. I LOVE YOU, DESTINY HOPE CYRUS.

And I do know that Miley isn't reading this. She won't. But let's just assume for the moment that she is reading this even though we all know she doesn't. Okay? Okay.

NOVEMBER

So, hi. It's been a long time since i've updated. Completely forgot that I have a blog. Well, here I am, 3 o'clock in the middle of the night updating my blog with my iPad and trying to find ways to fall asleep. And have I mentioned that PMR is over? All of the days of protest and detest, I finally got through it. Alive and healthy. Surprisingly. My days after PMR are spent with televisions, naps and food. It's not heavenly but it's not that bad either. Good enough to be called good. Though it's nothing like how I expect it. I thought I would be going to parties, malls and stuff. But whatever as long as I'm still breathing. So, good night. I'm sleepy already.

AUGUST

August has already started and it's official, my birthday is in 20 days. I wish for nothing but the best. God can give me a bad birthday and I wouldn't even care cause who knows? Maybe it's for the best. Even though I sort of wish for an indescribable, awesome birthday. And as for trials, suck my non-existent dick. Thank you for making me celebrating my birthday with worries. I haven't celebrated my birthday yet but I know that I'll be worrying about trials during the whole birthday celebration and not to mention, on Bulan Ramadhan? Biar betul? For real. Can't wait to know how suck-ish you will be, August. Trials, birthday, Glee 3D Concert Movie, what else? Bring it on. 

I am beyond frustrated. PMR really knows how to fuck people up. And no, I'm not complaining. People can stop giving me lectures about how I should just be thankful that I'm sitting for PMR and not SPM. No. Just no. I think this PMR shit is pointless as fuck. There's 8 subjects and there's like 28+ topics/chapter for each subject. I mean, do I look like a fucking robot to you? I'm a human being. Once again, I don't need if-they-can-do-it-why-can't-you. Hell to the damn no, okay? They can do it because they have no problem with being miserable. They enjoy being miserable. I sure as hell know I don't. And I won't. PMR is frustrating enough as it is, don't add the frustration. It's stupid and just plain annoying. Stop telling me what to do, when to do or whatever the hell you want me to be. 

I am loving my life except the fact that exam is just a couple days away. And I can assure you that I am only 60% prepared. Oh well, other than that, school has been extremely amazing and funny lately. I actually have something to look forward to when I'm there like my friends for example. Dear God, I can't thank you enough.