I hate Bloggers.
I even hate Facebook.
I hate feeling hungry.
I hate feeling bored because then I'd find something to do and when I finally found something to do, it ends up with something that I shouldn't be doing at all. Seriously.
Sigh
I need food badly. Come on already.
I hate my phone because it's annoying. But I love Poksu because he called to ask me about the phone which is to me was very thoughtful and he promised he'll ask his friend about the price to repair the phone. Because, lemme tell you, ze phone is VEGHI sick. Sick you know. But I don't want any other phone. I want that and only that phone. Idk why. I've been using it for four years now. Nothing has ever been with me that long. NOTHING. Except for my TV or my Astro or ze house phone which are unacceptable because they aren't really mine.
I hate being alone. Because then I'll start thinking about stuffs. Good stuff bad stuff weird stuff scary stuff whatever stuff. My mind's not that choosy. It'll think about stufff. Pftt.
I've deleted some of my posts yang I think have nothing to do with me, with my life or with whatever. I don't care if once upon a time, I had once given my heart and soul to actually take a little time of my sad boring life to write a post. I zon't care. Yeah, man! I like replacing '-th' with 'z'! You have a problem widdat? I'm cool like zis, yaw. I can change whatever I want because I am hungry. And pissed. Sort of.
Because somewhere in the past, which TOTALLY had nothing to do with me and I don't even know where I WAS or what I was doing, .. I lost my point.
Great.
The point now is, ZON'T GOOGLE SOMEONE'S NAME AND GET PISSED BECAUSE ONLY LOSERS DO THAT. WHY AM I WRITING IN CAPITALS? PFTT. I DON'T KNOW.
So yeah, moral of the story is lain kali bila alarm clock yang telah di-set malam sebelumnya berbunyi, silalah bangun dan bersiap sedia pergi bersahur. Bukannya bangun dan bersiap sedia tangan di handphone untuk berhentikan lagu setiap kali dia berbunyi. Faham? Kerana, perut yang lapar may lead to something disastrous. To your mind, physical and jasmani. And language -.-" Perut yang lapar may lead to severe imaginary headache, heartache and whatever-aches. Okay?
Please don't do that again, Fazra. Okay? Enough damage has been done. Enjoy your moments now :) Count your blessingssssss *le sound of le magic dust
*this is the part where you click the X button on the top right of your screen because you'll die of brain haemorrhage. Brain haemorrhage may lead to severe seizure that may cause you to be crying blood, your nose, ears and even your skin to be severely bleeding. No kidding.
*this is the part where you shouldn't take me seriously and seriously for real click the X button on the top right of your screen.
*this is the part where you're determined to stay and still reading.
*this is the part where I give you the you're-gonna-die look.
Okay.
Magical things happen when you're in love.
Wao. Where did that come from? O.O Not from my brain, that's what I'm sure of.
Tumblr. Must be Tumblr.
We have to love love. It's the closest thing we have to magic. Right? :):) Shout out to le boyfriend! Shift pagi sucks! Hahaha. Okay now. I mean, I love you! ♥
I guess I'm done now.
*le sound of le magical dust, again.
*this is the part where you'll regret and lift your hands to the sky and start singing 21 Guns by Greenday because you're cool like that.