Masalah tag gambar.

Aku tak paham minah Pakistan sorang ni la. Ish. Masa aku amik gambar dia, rilek je posing menari entah apa-apa. Tak pulak pesan jangan upload ke ape padahal tak silap aku banyak kali malam tu aku cakap aku nak post gambar-gambar tu kat Facebook. Dia buat muka Selenge binti Bacen (inspirasi nama ni adalah daripada Mary O.)

Bila gambar-gambar tu naik ke Facebook, dia buat la perangai dia. Cakap family marah bila nampak gambar-gambar tu, and family suruh delete. Dia dok bising la dekat aku kenapa nak upload and tag tak bagitau dia.

HEK ELEH...!

Nak salah aku pulak. Sendiri tak pesan awal-awal. Orang lain yang datang pun boleh pesan kat aku apa yg boleh upload, apa yg tak...dia yg banyak songeh. Dah tu, tulis status kononnya;

"i hate people tag me withoust asking me :@ plzzz people do not tag me."

HA! Nah aku bagi balik sebijik;

"NAMA BELIAU BERSERTA LINK KE PROFIL FACEBOOK BELIAU, picture tags can be personally removed and no one else can tag you anymore after that. If you don't want your pictures tagged, you have two options: TELL THE PHOTOGRAPHER NOT TO TAG, or DON'T TAKE PICTURES AT ALL :) Easy-peasy-pumpkin-peasy, aite?"

Kan senang.

Fragile: Handle with Care

When I am typing this down, I am in Mr. Bong's class. I don't think I will be presenting, unless circumstances are forcing me to.

Literally, earlier, I was blown away by Bupe's presentation. What she said was so true. So true I could definitely relate to it.

Yeah, we are all imperfect in different ways. For instance, I am too transparent, too straightforward, too stubborn, too sarcastic and slightly emotional. Other people are probably the same or anything else, or otherwise everyone would be too perfect to be human.

Bupe mentioned about the history of Adolf Hitler and the Jews, and what actually drives people to take their own lives away; in other words commit suicide la. It is because people did not care, or maybe they never will. I was suicidal twice. Twice, man. Other people could have felt suicidal too many times. Twice is enough to push me to the very edge of death itself.

Why? The first one was because I was pressured so much by my family. The second one was a friend's betrayal.

Call me stupid or anything but seriously, those who are suicidal WERE stupid when they feel like it. Only during those times. But those who ARE stupid all along are people around these fragile souls who refuse to do anything.

They are ignorant as a sheet of paper. They claim that they are never approached. They claim that it is never their business. When they were sad, and 'don't have anyone else to talk to', then only they will look for who they favour. Not those who would be willing to listen.

I used to have a friend. Damn, I loved her too much. I was so aware about her feelings and tried my best to not do anything to hurt her. I trusted her, and never had any bad assumptions about her. Until one day she turned her back on me. And she still does.

I sat next to her for a class and there is never a simple 'How are you?'. The funny thing is, my boyfriend will get SMS-es from her and she will ask about how is he doing, and even funnier asking him if I WAS SICK. Like duh, where was I all along? Planet Mars?

Funny, no? How some people prefer to approach the hidden and ignore the apparent. Like how humans engage themselves with unseen forces instead of praying to God.

Clearly, who is much, much more pathetic? For how long will people be careless? Couldn't be bothered? Cowards? Mute?

I don't know about you guys but I definitely care about people I love, and I will care even more.

This has made my day, today.

"People ask me to, uh, autograph asthma inhalers; I'm not actually asthmatic but, uh, I'll sign 'em. (laughs) You bring 'em."

-Mikey Way

Cyberjaya

"Macam mana nak eja 'Cyberjaya'?"

- Amiera Fadly; my adorable room-mate.

I stared at her so intently ( -_-" ), wondering why did she ask me that hilarious question.

New play for Writing for Creative Industries update:

I will be playing Tinkerbell, from Peter Pan. I can't believe myself to be even saying 'yes' to such an offer. I shall challenge myself.

Ten cent.

No, not going to talk about coins whatsoever.

TEN CENT = TENSEN = TENSION

Ada paham?

Good. Now what have fallen upon me recently? Oh, plenty!

1. Failures to respond positively towards my morning alarms, resulting to I'm begging my housemates to pull me away from my bed if I fail to do so.
2. Invisible nuisance. It's getting on my nerves. Especially text messages with endearments 'syg' from whatshername to my significant other and he doesn't even know how they got in there. EW. C****A S**L; and now it's playing 'seeing double'. @#!%&*^%$# JAGA KAU. Ditapis untuk tontonan golongan bawah umur.
3. Abundance of work.
4. ECZEMA. Dah tak lawa kaki den. Burok. Haha, not to mention medications that make me sleepy.
5. Shannon's first monthasarry. Makan Old Town je, tapi Mommy yang makan. DSLR mana boleh makan. Tengok je tau, anakku. Mommy ♥ s you.
   
6. The All-American Rejects. Go or no go?
7. Zuan and the girls begging me to go see Beyonce. I say, 'No, no, no...'

Tomorrow I have PR COMM exam. Alamaaaaaaak. PR WRITING was easy though, no thanks to the ubat, I slept during exam for 10 minutes even though caffeine was in my veins.

Alright. I have errands to do. Shall narrate more later. :)

Forgive Mommy for the retarded face. :P

I feel like updating.

But don't have time to update.

Therefore I'm announcing updates shall be made when I have done with some stuff.

Grrr.

A stain that never comes off.

And never again they gave us two shots to the back of the head.
And we're all dead now.

And we'll love again,
We'll laugh again,
We'll fly again,
and we'll dance again.

...And it's better off this way.
So much better of this way.

*I Never Told You What I Do For A Living, My Chemical Romance.

Maaf Zahir & Batin

...is so over-rated.

Really. Can you really tell if it's sincere?

It seems like a trend to me; something to be said to complement Hari Raya wishes with zero actualization and sincerity.

And some people think they can get away with what they do then, on Hari Raya. I really don't get it.

Tak paham how apologies are now commercialized.

It should be done truthfully, face-to-face, with manners and realization of one's mistake. It is not something like hit and run.

Where is the sanctity?

Peluang

Sebanyak manakah peluang yang boleh diberi?

Dulu, aku dah beri peluang. Keadaan masih sama. Tak berubah. Makin kritikal.

Sebut saja: pengkhianatan, penipuan, dibelakangkan, dicerca dari belakang...; semua itu aku dah rasa. Tak payah lama. Dua tahun pun sudah mencukupi untuk aku rasa semua ni.

Dulu aku boleh beralah, buat bodoh; kononnya menerima sikap sahabat-sahabat sebegini. Tapi lama-lama, tipis sabar aku.

Nak peluang lagi? Entah la, dah tawar hati sangat-sangat. Dah mintak maaf? Pakai apa? SMS? Surat yang dihantar melalui orang lain?

Hatta nak bercerai pun kena depan-depan. Lagi la nak mintak maaf.

Tapi pokoknya bukan maaf yang ditagih. Cuma hati aku dah tak ada ruang untuk kawan-kawan macam ni. Cukup lah; puas aku bodohkan diri, menjaga hati, mencuba untuk merasa situasi ni menurut perspektif mereka. Mereka macam tu juga.

Sebanyak manakah peluang yang boleh diberi?

Sebanyak mana sekeping hati boleh menelan dan menafikan apa yang mereka buat?

Meatless Hands.

THIS is something I have yet to purchase. I DIG THIS THING SO MUCH!

Best Model Ever to don the gloves, who else if not Mr. Iero.

I think I should start looking for them again.