-_-; bodo sial.
I asked the Arab guy on the phone and although I speak weird broken English quite fluently, his S sounded like G and E sounded like sta..something (I swear). I was sleeping and my puny mind was snoozing. Geez. How annoying.
I guess I can wait another day.
And I have to pay them. Until 3 seconds ago, that hadn't register in my head.
Wow, now that's just fucking stupid.
And yet, for my Converse I shall turn a blind eye and dutifully sacrifice my wallet. Ain't it creepy how much I love my shoes?
I’m surrounded by stupidness and I’m greatly saddened by it. Why is stupid attracted to me and not glamorous? Or brilliance? Or white fluffy bunnies carrying plates of nasi lemak?
sighs. I’m tired up to a point of ‘if you die because of this stupidness of yours don’t come running to me fool’. I see them unravel before my eyes and I'm not the kind to watch quietly as the people in my vicinity become stupid. I point it out and scream loudly 'That's stupid! Don't do it!' Alas they don't listen. Have they ever?
No matter how harshly or nicely I scream it out, I fail to get through their skull. I don't understand it. Maybe this is a new breed of people I haven't met before. The ones I'm used to are also stupid but at least they pay attention to other people's emotions too.
No, I'm not emotional/emosial/emo/PMS despite how I may seem like it. I'm just sad. It pisses me off to great length when people take me for granted and assume I'm just hormonal.
Certainly people are not that hollow to just oversimplify my emotions as PMSing or random womanly emotions?
But I'm guilty of oversimplifying too sometimes. damnit. sighs.
Fine, be stupid, all of you. I'll just learn not to care again.
Wow, I sound depressed. A depressed poophead.
Would a lalala make it more jolly?
Lalalala anyways.
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Words travel fast these days. Seems like eveeeeryone is talking. Makes me lose interest in talking. Makes me fear talking penguins.
I was in front of the laptop, watching the same websites for the 134958020th time, when suddenly I felt like cleaning. Yes, cleaning, me, wtf, very.
The tornado of a mess on our study table consisted mostly of food related items. (no surprises there.) I looked underneath the table and masya'allah, wayar-wayar mcm ular kena lenyek. And dusty as hell too. And what do you know? The broom was conveniently perched at the end of my bed. Practically screaming to be used to combat the mighty dust bunnies under the table. I put on my playlist at random and started to work with a resigned heart.
The cups and plates, took them to the sink and washed them all. Hell yeah, washed the whole dishes in the goddamn sink. (i do that regularly though. srsly.) The tables, moved them away inch by inch, took care of the wires and cables, sweeped and wiped the floor with the only thing available around, Starbucks tissues (i'm that vain, yes.).
Right on cue Jonas Brothers' Burning Up came on as I attacked my closet. I like that song, sue me. Mereka sangat kanak2, suara pon xpecah lg tapi nyayi kuat2 dowh. Best. :D
Anyway, an hour later, viola! My room is clean (sort of) and rose smelling again. I should've made my bed before sweeping but hey, I'm new at this.
At least I did a productive activity today. Good for me.
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Mirul said I write well, and emotionally driven. I think that's what makes me good at writing but I feel like breaking that pattern. But..I'm not sure how.Or what I'm talking about.
Eh, I don't want to be guilty of being emotionally blind anymore. Need to stop being vulnerable.
And seriously I need to stop cursing. Last night, was dropping F-atomic bombs like no momma's bussiness. I scared myself.
Thanks Arep, by the way. :)
p/s: am not emotional! am not talking to you though.
unless you talk to me first. or something.
Ikkkka.
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