Shattering and on the brink of breaking into a KA-ZILLION pieces,



Crink-cronk-clank.



Yep, I guess that's what the glass doors of the pro shop were doing when I cleared ma throat, opened ma mouth and surrendered in ma pharynx. So awkward and embarrassed laa.

Met CanDz and Zub and Hang2 at the proshop.

Turns out they had a brief-not so brief tho- rehearsal.

Choosing the rights songs for the memorial.

Gave ma suggestions and stuff laa.

Suggested I'll be there 'cause it's ma fav pick from MJ*King Of POP

Then subconsciously ma mouth kept moving, ma voice box kept poofing-yess, poofing-

Ma diaphragm drummin'.

Yep, its crazy. I know I'm a teensy bit cuckoo-clock.

CanDz-another cuckoo-clock,hee- says she enjoyed my singing.

Omg, someone actually enjoyed. ma SINGING. ma VOICE.

CanDz I heart you laa. heehe.

Unc. Jack came and give us a few pointers.

Oldies and the arrangement laa.

Zub seems a lil...wandering?

I wanted to know what had happened, but, la, don't be so prying laa crystal.

CanDz was damn hilarious-as always- and hang2 was damn quiet-as always-

Sometimes I wonder what makes a person, you know?

CanDz is, well, so CanDz with her random antics and silly laughs.

Hang2 is, well, so musical and talented and stuff.

Zub is, well, I can't make of him-yet.

Its amazing how these three person can lift up my day.

'cause I'd not seen J for days. DAYS.

Gosh it felt like YEARS.

DECADES.

CENTURIES.

and he can't text me so often.

for some reasons.

similar to my reasons LAST TIME.

I'm not angry at all.

But he kept INSISTING that I AM.

at him.

How could I, laa.

I'm so happy, and all.

with him.

isssshhhhhhh.

Text Mish later on.

Told her there maybe a rehearsal tomorrow.In which, sadly, I'll not be able to attend thanks to my trip to Bukit Tinggi. Whee.

I love singing with them laa. I'm sure my voice suck like hell. Btw, zub and hang2 can play the guitar REALLY REALLY good. And hang2 is super omg talented. I still remember how he help me with the Interact Installation performance. LOL. He's really good, he just use one night and presto, accompaniment for moi violin solved! I still owe him a dinner. Or lunch. Whatever he choose.

Dah-laa.

Random. Ooh I love this word.I can said it over and over and it will not get boring, unlike Lenka's The Show, in which I'd heard a KA-ZILLION times.

Random
Randomness
Randomness-ss

I like to people who randomly do random stuff. It shows uniqueness, it shows love for the nothing-ness, it also shows that we, human, homo sapiens can randomly select any random words to speak aloud of.

Hell, I'm so boring I don't know what alien lango I'm blurging now.

Dah-la.
I'm going to the pee-place.
To pee.

I'm bored today.

Just came back from school.

Had said my selamat hari raya and mana duit raya aku to teachers and fellow classmates.

Made me thought of Najwa and her giving me a card in a pearl white envelope tied with a piece of gold ribbon. It was very sweet, and its IS still very thoughtful of her to consider my feelings, even if my feelings are not much to be sought after at that time of the year, last year Ramadan.



Oh hell, what the fuck am I writing? The 18th century lango?



Sheesh, I must had read too much of Jane Austen's to blurg properly.



I'm wearing pink singlets and long yellow pants. I find the assemble horrifying and will not, even under bribe, unless its A HUGE SUM of dosh or life supply of chocolates, wear the attire as to redden myself any further.
PK2 result susah nak tengok la. Berat juga pegangnya. Extremely BAD and not even up to my typical standards. La, I know, me acting a little of the STK prinsip-Kiasu, Kiasi, Kiamsiap. But u can't blame me, I'm A NERD. And nerds bound to act dramatically emotional over the littlest things, as such the semester exams.But the semester exams and NOT little, and I refuse! to be thought myself of the slacking and lacking in concentration to studay.

I hate pink, you get? But as you can see, my blurg is pinkesh. Way ta go Creestal. What you hate, you wear. What you like, you don't get. What you see, you don't care, What you don't see, you care. Bagus la awak ni Creestal.

Well, I think of this post as lame and uninviting.
Sorry blog, I apologize to have degraded you as so.

Blah, Blah, Blah.

Sunday 7.50am
Played golf with Mish, same score together as bestfriends should, with a 12 over. Hey, not bad right? Was estatic by the outcome of the game cause had not gone down to course for two whole weeks.Did not expected that. Cool, hope it will last but, I know, next I'l play a horrible 30,40 over and scare the daylight outta Coach. But still, this was quite an improvement.
Wheepie!

Familiar? This is the book title of Jane Austen's bestselling novel, first printed under the title, " First Impression". Oh yes, shockingly, "Pride and Prejudice" does not come first as a movie, starring the oh-so anorexic Keira Knightly as Elizabeth ' Lizzie ' Bennet and the-hot-but-who?Matthew Macfadyen as the haughty Mr Darcy. I don't even know WHY I decided to mention them here, seeing as what I'm about to say does not involve them in any way. Really, for some reason-perhaps because I'm reading it right now?-I thought of them as I think of my dearest mum, my happy-go-lucky bro, and the whole annoying education system.



Really, REALLY. One can become from worse to worst when one's child received insightful results. Okay, tho the situation is not THE WORST, its is still, worse than before. Its BADDER. JJ's really unluckay, that's all I can say. He read, and read, did, and did, still, I guess it just wasn't enough to cover up his slacking-off these past few years. One just can't studay at the last moment and pray for the best.And literally, the BEST. Mi was so vexed over JJ after she found out that he got a ruthless results for his Chinese paper and his Maths paper. I shall not reveal the total he-got-correct questions/ total questions-its just too little to spare.



Not, that I'm DISAPPOINTED or anything, for the matter.



JJ is my little bro for like, the past 12 years of his life, and mine. How he was, is and will, I know half of it. I LIVED half of it. He's half of me, minus the girly side and the tuts. If not half, there is still a 30% of me in him, but lets get to the point. He's my brother, MY BROTHER who I love and care, and will beat up any fark who, besides me, without their better judgement,try to mess with him. I will, defend for him. I will even share my tiny green tea mooncakes with him, provided he does not take too much a bite. See, that's how MUCH I care.



So, I never really think of him as the type who will get a straight-A's.Oh Okay, I'm a baddie, so throw me into the moat and lemme be fed to the crocodiles. Boo Hoo.

Yes,call me bad sister, award me Worst Sister of the YEAR and be DONE with it. I'm not denying I never thought him to be much a scholar. YES its TRUE, he is not a studious person. He inherited mi's attitude for studying, and combined with D's happy-go-lucky way of life(when D was young, and skinny with HUGE SPECS-hehe), he is not, how to say this correctly, hmmm, like Jase. He is NOT Jase, that arrogant, pompous, smartiepants brother of mine, who is, yes, good-looking, but nevertheless, degrading in the attitude side.



But I do love them both, trust me.


I KNOW JJ got the butterflies when he sat for the Maths and Chinese paper. Hell, heck I would too! Like, just recently I got my first C in maths-which of course, I'd predicted it as much as I was incredibly sick that day. I prepared my heart to take the result, and I took it the yesterday without all my usual drama and notorious squeals. So oh okay, I'm being way dramatic with this, but, remember this, I'm a nerd, and nerds take their exam very seriously, as playboy bunnies would take their orgasm seriously. I'm perfectly serious in exams, I'm perfectly, seriously careless in exam, and I'm perfectly, seriously and carelessly nervous when I'm about to receive my results. But I played it cool, I played it calm. I admit, I was too busy with the instal and everything that I'd lack a little in my studies. Moreover, I was so lazy in the hols I'd practically slept the whole hols. ItssostupidwhycantIjustbuckupandstudayandstopeatingsomuchandwatchingthetelesomuchmaybeIcouldsavemyselffromgettingafuckingstupidembarassingCinaddmathsaccountsandsivikalthosivikisastupidfuckingsubject,word.

All I'm saying is that we sholud never studay last minute, take it from the nerd here, people. Paying attention in class actually helps and revising evry freakin' day for even a second(not literally) helps in a long run. All I'm saying is, if you chuse(ha, too much Jane Austen's novel) chose to be an A-student, sleep well, diet well, and have plenty of good ol' sex to beat out the stress.(the last one is a JOKE, altho studies shown students nowadays are complete whores, no offence). So I will promise myself to try NOT to studay last minute, try NOT to be a lazybum,and try NOT to eat too much, in hope for a better me.

But I digress.

JJ did his paper with nerves of less-of-steel-more-of-...ill?( dumb arse word ). Mi was angry and disappointed with the outcome, even when the outcome isn't the true outcome! Imagine the BIG day, my gosh, I WILL pray for you, little bro. Anyways, what can Mi expect from JJ? LIke, hellooo? THe higher the expectation, the higher your hopes to clash.

La, lazy to write la.

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