To all the girls with the broken hearts

To every girl thatdresses cute, not skanky.
To every girl whowants to be called beautiful, not hot.
To every girl that will spend her whole daylooking for the perfect present for you.
To every girl who gets her heartbroken, because he chose that bitch instead
To every girl that would dieto have a decent boyfriend.
To every girl who would just once liketo be treated like a princess.
To every girl that cries at nightbecause of another heartbreak.
To every girl that won't get down on her kneesand open her mouth just to get a boyfriend.
To every girl thatjust wants to hold hands.
To every girl thatkisses him with meaning.
To every girl whojust wishes he cared more.
To every girl who would just once want a guy to givetheir jacket up when they are cold.
To every girl whojust wants him to call.
To every girl who liesawake at night thinking about him.
To every girl thatjust wants to cuddle.
To every girl thatjust wants to sleep with him without having sex.
To every girl that is SCARED to put her heartout there again, because she has been HURTtoo many times or so badly.
To every girl who shows how muchshe cares and gets nothing back.
To every girl that thought'maybe this one could be the one'.
To every girl that laughs at stupid stuffwhen she actually doesn't think it is funny.
To every girl who is just looking for that oneand only and is having a rough time along the way.
To every girl that has been cheated on,because she's not a slut who gives it up to any guy.
To every girl that doesn't want a guy whojust plays with her emotions but actually caresabout how she feels.
To every girl who wantswords backed up with actions.
To every girl that fell for all the liesonly to find themselves alone in the end.
To every girl that gave her heart awayto have it shoved back in her face.
To every girl that has faith that 'tomorrow will be a better day.'
And it will be.

Go die and rot in hell Part 2

The school campus could be my very next reside other than my home. It's got everything I need to keep me studying and concentrating, especially on a very lazy and sluggish Saturday afternoon.

It's great to see some people start their engines (although it may seem a tad too late now) and settle down to mug. It's a pity that the idea of mugging didn't grow on them early enough, but it's better to be late than never.

And to some other people, their main concern doesn't seem to be studying, but to keep their noses poked into someone else's grades and ALWAYS making a point to compare grades with people. Please get a grip if you're one of those. It irks me to see the crude expression on your face after I've 'reported' my grades to you. Like I said, go die and rot in hell.

Go die and rot in hell

It’s all just my luck. The coincidental moment for us to sit next to a table of insufferable and barbaric 16-year-olds gave me a little emotional tornado and some awkwardness. Damn it.

Seriously, I don’t know what the kids nowadays are learning from the adults. Are they picking up the astuteness, or the state of being senile and kiasu-ism. Look, all I wanted to do was to get into the library early so that I can start my revision sharp at 10 and all they have to do is to turn up at 9.45 outside the still-closed library, waiting for the clock to strike 10 and the doors open and they’d make a mad-cap dash for the vacant tables. Yikes. At this moment, I’d expect you to point a finger at me and ask, “So what the hell are you doing outside the library so early in the morning?” Sorry, people, but kiasu-ism is intolerable and infectious at the same time. Face it, we all want tables for our own use instead of sharing it with some reluctant guy who can’t stop excavating his nostrils and sending tremors to your side with his incessant leg-shaking.

Ah, talk about the tables in the library. Going by the book, people are not supposed to used the tables for their own personal study (not my fault, the security guy told me that with a highly condescending tone). But the truth is, nearly 90% of the users of the tables, I’m confident, are studying for their exams. Look, it is impossible for the students to not veer towards places which are conducive, quiet and devoid of distractions (except for the cute guys). So if the library is being so half-hearted about imposing the library rules, I suggest they either do away with it or impose it with an iron fist. It’s either the students or an empty library, you choose.

Then there were those students who are bent on making life hell for us. We’re all library users and we’re all studying for major exams, so why sabotage us? All I can say is the lack of self-control and an absolutely scheming youth population will lead us nowhere. Take note. If I ever spot that bunch again (I would be able to recognize you all if I ever lay my eyes on you), I’ll make sure you get some lessons taught in a civil manner, and not how you treated your seniors. Get a life. You can die and rot in hell for all I care. I bet you’d flunk all your exams.

P.S: Happy B-Dae, Check.

Unbreak my heart

If I'm that insufferable and egoistic bitch in your eyes, I'm so sorry I made a friend out of you. Perhaps not clearing everything up the other time made things awkward for us, and that's partially my fault. And it's partially yours too. Just because you're desperate to save that inch-thick skin of yours, I have to bear all the emotional stress and all those sleepless nights wondering if I should ever be nice to you again. I don't know, but I'm just too soft-hearted.

With every heartache comes a period of repentence; I didn't have the chance to see where I gone wrong. Someone just chainsawed my heart halfway through and left it hanging and bleeding. You.

I know it sounds unpleasantly harsh, and it still breaks my heart to say all these, but I guess I didn't see the real you. I was the one at fault.

Stab me

I believe it’s good to root out those people who eat into your life like a malicious internet worm. I had this ‘motivational’ talk by one of the teachers in school, and he taught me how to be selfish at times. It sounds a little morally wrong at the beginning, but the pieces fitted together after a while. Look, we live day after day, see friends come and go, witness the rise and fall of power and marvel at how wonderfully the old lady hobbling on the walking stick crosses the road wit exact precision. But we’ve got to be realistic. There are some morons out there who are after your blood, and that is a boringly obvious fact.

So getting to the point, I’ve decided that I no longer needed to bother if my best friend’s donning a mask and poised with a dagger behind my back, ready to strike. You can mug me as much you like, but I am not budging at all. I am not going to fall for your dirty tricks and your false cries of dire straits and your crocodile tears. If I have to, I’ll be the villain.

Books, boys and balls

While I hope incessantly for my modem to spring back to life miraculously, I just need to pop something into this page before Diaryland decides to bulldoze this blog full of mad muttering.
I guarantee that life still sucks no matter how much I try to change it (all in vain, however), and I still have to mug for my A Levels no matter how much aversion I feel for it.

So my World Cup fever is showing no signs of subsiding. Great. Beneath my stack of books would you find a soccer magazine meant to be found under a guy’s bed, but yes, here’s a girl absolutely nuts over the new (but currently injured) addition to Manchester United Michael Carrick. And Bayern Munich’s lovely trio of Philip Lahm, Lukas Podolski (sorry Siti) and the one-and-only Bastian Schweinsteiger. God, I’m drooling.