Love, how I LOVE this world, LOVE, LOVE LOVE LOVE

Love. Maaaan, love is great.
Makes people high. Lalala love.

Lala haha love love love.
Dumdedum love makes the world go roound. I mean, really. What would we do WITHOUT love?
Nothing, that's what the answer is. Nothing.

Love, like a river, will cut a new path
whenever it meets an obstacle.

- Crystal Middlemas -

A Special World

A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

- Sheelagh Lennon -

Love like the bird
which flew to a window
Splat! went the sound
The girl looke down
& oh! How she so-





Yea, yea. Whatever.
If you're just a browser, you must be thinking that I'm some sort of girl head-over-heels with puppy love, maybe she had a new boyfriend or gosh, gee whilkers! Had her first kiss - which would never happen.

If you really knew me, you'd either do one of the following:
a) Think that I've officially gone nuts (which, I can't say, I can blame you)
b) Come over & slap me on the face till I've come back to reality
or
c) Listen to what I'm about to say

Anywayz, you must be smart if you're still reading bcoz you'd know that that whole love ideal thing is just so that you can't see the pure - dare I say it? - HATRED that's boiling through my veins.

Yea, I know I'm writing gibberish here, so do stop if you don't care or have no time for such impudence from a girl like me.

Just got off the phone with Aley =.=
I've told myself to take a deep breath in. Out.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.

Blood pressure seems to be going down, so I guess I can still have enough energy to type.
She doesn't read my blog so it seems a little safe to just pour out all this bitterness gnawing the insides of me.

Why can't she just go away? Huh?
If she can't say a damn thing to me, why can't she STOP calling me, stop acting like a... A... Really, really, really damn irritating person who's just trying to rub it in my face that I'm a big, fat LOSER who has zero social life & has no "knowledge" of the outside world?

Huh? Is that why God put us here on Earth? To just make us boil with utter HATE for one another? Is that it?
I'm warning you, I sucker-punched my cousin when I was seven & he couldn't stop crying when his nose didn't stop bleeding until the next 10 minutes - yes, the 5-year-older cousin.

Whenever we're not talking to each other, or at least I was a little too busy with something because she caught me at a really bad time, she'd just say on the line, "Oh. Bye bye." & hang up on me.

She makes me sound like some sort of discardable item.
Am I a discardable item? One of those god-frustrating Barbie dolls which little girls keep but when they already hit puberty, they'd just throw it away as if it was "so last season"?

I am NOT a discardable, let alone a Barbie doll.

She treats me like a friend sometimes, sure.
But those times are mainly when there's people around.

Few days ago, when I watched all those numerous cliques going down the stairs of C3, I started thinking to myself, "Huh. So the teen life isn't just about guys." - Yes, I know. I thought that we'd all just go all hormone-to-the-max mode or something instead - "It's about finding a true friend. Peer pressure."

How come whenever she GRABS my diary - not politely ask, not politely inqure. No it's a snatch - she'd just read it, throw it in my face & criticize every single word, trying to psycho-analyze me like Minah usually does, only in vain?

"You sooooooo like him." was one of the things she said after reading this entry about me hanging around one of the guys.

"Ohmygod, it's SO obvious." Then she'd roll her eyes at me when I'd protest.

There was a time when she threw the book - no, MY diary. Not just a book - & hit it on my head, then smacked it in my face.
I mean, sure, there are those times where it'd be funny.

But it wasn't bcoz of alot of things. The main ones being that it was my diary, where did she have the rights to hit me on the head with something which BELONGS to me & she just RUDELY grabbed it.
Also that it was a hard-cover so don't just think that these dark spots on my face are just zit-marks.

& you know, she had the nerve - the FREAKING nerve - to look at me after that & blink, saying, "Why are you angry?"

Hahahahhahahahahahha. Why are you angry, she asks? I'd usually think that in my head.
If it wasn't against anyone's principles - except hers, it seems - I'd SMACK her on the face & scream at her for all this stupid abuse.

Why can't she just get her own life & get out of my FACE?




If you knew how many times she's done this to me.
Only if you knew.