Sunday 22 July 2007 | 12:47 pm
I'll fucking whack that person who has taken my Tokyo Drift DVD without my permission. Nothing infuriates me more than finding out my DVD is missing.
Thursday 19 July 2007 | 10:29 pm
Music: "Verse Chorus Verse" - Nirvana
Feeling: Disturbed
I'm confused, angry, frustrated but delighted and I want answers straight from his mouth why he's bothering me when he's got his significant other to bother. I've erased every bit, every inch of him away from my memory and then, like a comet, he has invaded my personal space - again. It sure means nothing to him, I'd understand; just a friend-
Oh, right, he doesn't know that I know about THAT.
No big deal. It wasn't like the emotions back then was that serious.
Hah.
I'm all peachy now.
Tuesday 17 July 2007 | 8:24 pm
Music: "These Streets" - Paulo Nutini
Feeling: Somewhat contented
Oh all the things I'm willing to do when I'm in a good mood. Emotality wants to borrow my New Moon and well, I admit, I was reluctant at first. Then as soon as I've found out that Eclipse is made available on the 7th of August, I was thrilled. Hell, I was giggling like some maniac. With that, the reluctance, finally, went away. I thought to myself that Emotality shall read New Moon tomorrow.
There are two facts as to why I was reluctant: (1) I've got problems with people holding on to my possessions and (2) I'm proctective over my books.
Regarding reason (1):
I just can't bear the thought of people's handprints all over my things, touching with their fingers of which, only God knows where it has been or has touched. Imagine someone picks their noise and then touch my things without actually washing it. Imagine all those bacteria and germs being transferred. Imagine how tainted my things are going to be. Imagine how unhygienic people can be.
It's just plain disgusting. End of story.
Regarding reason (2):
People just don't care about other people's things. As long as it isn't theirs, it means nothing to them. Basically, I don't think I can ever forgive anyone for ruining my books. Just like this girl I lent my Angels and Demons to. It was nice when I handed it over to her; no dog-eared pages, to crumpled papers, to dented corners, and no scratch marks upon the book cover. But God damn that female to Hell; she returned it to me, my newly bought novel like it's a second-hand one.
From then on, I just refuse to have other people borrowing my books.
What a moron.
And, oh, I guessed right in chemistry class today; the substance was copper. My teacher actually acknowledged that and he was like gleaming and exclaimed, "Good!" Then told me not to tell others; let them figure it out themselves.
Monday 16 July 2007 | 8:56 pm
My iTunes is currently being gay. Why won't the damn thing open up, I've no idea and I'm starting to get pissed off. This thing is such a freaking moron. What is even moronic was the fact I started sweating while doing my Listening Comprehension today. What is even more moronic was the fact that I began trembling a few minutes later.
No, I wasn't goddamn nervous; I was goddamn hungry and tired.
When I say hungry, I'm referring to the consumption of candies - the heavenly sweet, tooth-decaying sweets on the rack. My favorite - the Sour Candy Stick, strawberry flavored. Then my Mom would bring home two packets of Skittles and I would leave it on the dining table. The following morning, I'd see a half-finished packet.
My brother has started eating candies because of me. He even took a handful of my Jelly Beans for goodness sake and I found myself hiding my stash away from his reach.
I mean, hello, it's my 'medication'. I can't share that.
Well, now back to the main issue. I told Emotality about it - me shaking and sweating like I've run a freaking 2.4km without stopping. Then she gave me this weird-looking expression and pointed out that my...body reaction to this (or whatever exactly it is called) is similar to that of somebody whom we know of, who happens to be, well, sick.
I told her it's nothing like that and I thought to myself that she's even crazier than me to even think that far. It's just that candies are somewhat of my obsession, I guess. I consume them almost everyday it feels like a sin. I've been feeding myself sugar since toddler; I drank syrup instead of milk.
I hate milk. It's just downright plain disgusting. Not to mention that it's bland.
I'm just going to restart my computer now. Damn iTunes.
Sunday 15 July 2007 | 6:42 pm
Music: "But Tonight We Dance" - Rise Against
Feeling: Bitchy
What do you do when you're angry? You hold tears in your eyes because you're just too tired to commit things unimaginable. At least, not in public where people's lives are threatened.
What do you care about other people?
You hate them more on that day alone because the size of their feet are way different from yours. What does that mean then? You won't be able to dress your feet with a pair of heels that you like just because they are available in small, tiny, weeny size similar to that of a freaking pixie fairy?
You blame the designers, too. Intelligent in designing but downright moronic when it comes to sizes.
You feel like driving the heel of the shoe right through the salesgirl's skull when she comes back with a fake smile and say, "sorry, we're out of stock", or "sorry, we don't have that size". It is even more tempting to you when she speaks broken English.
You'd go, "it's a miracle you are even employed here." But that if you were evil, which you aren't. No matter how agitated you are, you wouldn't say such things to such people. That's just plain mean.
You need a pair of heels but your patience is running thin.
Where is the pair of that goddamn perfect heels, anyway?