( i'm flying away. )</div>

how he can still make my heart skip a beat even after months of not speaking to him.

Today, before Josh happened: Woke up. Started to eat, before remembering it's Ramadhan. Decided to screw schoolwork (ONE WEEK VACATION) and go online instead. Faught with Tyler The Evil Overlord. Flipped off The Evil Overlord. Apologized to The Evil Overlord. Agreed that The Evil Overlord needed to stay the hell away from me for a while. Sat up straight (scoliosis). Talked to Earl and Fred...

( 'What are the odds of Earl finding and falling for another girl by Friday?' 'None.' 'Then he's screwed.' )

Welcome back to school, Americans. :)

So as a follow up to my previous HBO-shipping post, I recently saw a movie on Cinemax of all channels... Hot Fuzz. Very British, very funny, very murder-mysterylike. And I loved it (: Honestly, it's hilarious! I laughed so hard, it's not the slapstick LAUGH AT ME OR DIE BEETCH humour of Jim Carrey -- I actually had to tilt my head and squint; I forgot his name for a bit :P --it's just so ironic and just... yeah. I command you to watch it.

Here's to Aryff, who still manages to reply to my msn messages even with a broken keyboard. Props to you, man.

My posts are growing unevenetful by the update. I can't help it if I'm too geeky to function, okay? Haters! *sobs

Mmph, can't wait for tomorrow. Another day of huge smiles awaits. Who knew crushes could bring this much fun?

Adventures of MSN at 3am in the morning.

( and they decided not to stab The Evil Overlord in the heart with a stiletto )

Double posts because I SWING THAT WAY. Do you? Oh shit, that came out sounding so, so wrong. O.o Anyways. I've been recording my dreams lately and they have been becoming weirder and weirder everytime I reach for pen and paper in the morning. I swear, a few nights ago I dreamt Nick Jonas was my best friend and we couldn't possibly live without each other... Must be the germs spreading around, it's infecting my mind I tell you.

Anyway. Every once in a while, I flip to HBO or StarMovies and I watch a movie that just sweeps me off the L-shaped couch straight to the floor, my face a foot away from the TV screen.
( epicness under the cut )

Later, yo. Have a good one :)

I don't hate my math teacher. I don't hate math. I don't even hate the way she teaches math. So if I don't hate, that means I love math. Or at the very least be able to manage a "Oh, I like math, I'm okay with it" sentence with a straight face. But I'm unable to. Why? Because of my math teacher.

No, my math teacher is not the reason I hate math. Sure, her bangs are too short and she's been wearing the same shoes ever since I transferred there. The fact that the whole class manages to fall into a sleepy, silent torpor (whoo! grandpa would be proud of me cracking my vocab knuckles) the moment she picks up her blue-ink whiteboard marker. Seriously, my friend Isabella just droops down on the table and I find myself whispering to the girl who sits behind me, "Yo dude, prod me if Mrs Yeoh turns away from the whiteboard." Of course, she doesn't prod me. She tickles my neck and runs her finger down my spine in a tres creepy lesbo sort of way, raised eyebrows and all, and I always not-so-subtley inch away from her after that.

Anyhoo. The fact that she always notices the back row -- i.e. Me, Fatinah, the girl with guilty hands and Isabella -- whenevr we feel like closing our eyes and not notice Shannon's head on the table and Alexei's head burried under his book just amazes me.

Anyway. I promised frequent updates but that is just impossible seeing as I'm buried in schoolwork right now (LIES. I CHOOSE to be buried in schoolwork; damn my procrastination). And I'm only going on now because internet's on again and my sister has her laptop back (props to Syawal for coming over and helping us out--we owe you, dude). Mm. I have such a headache. Flu's going round right now and my brother's school has a confirmed case of H1N1, so I'm a little worried seeing as we live so near the school. But whatever, if they say they're handling it...

Anyways. I've been finding myself trapped in a Harry Potter high. It isn't as horrible as Twilight, because I'm so into it-- I've been reading all of the books in no particular order and rewatching HP1 & 2, my favourites. Honestly, CHris COlumbus was amazing as a director, I ust wish he had stayed for more of the HP franchise. Not to say David Yates isn't good, he is but he just can't reach as high as CColumbus... but that's just my opinion.

And woot! Parents aren't home for the whole week so it's just me, my computer workbooks and the sibs. Oh, we'll burn the house down >:D

Aaaaaanyways. Revisiting some of my old fave YouTube vids, enjoy. Not much of the funnehness since I'm too much of a lazy arse to go clicking in the favourites. But more to come, I promisez... with a z :)

( mouth is numb, heart don't know what to say )</div>
P/S: I miss my Literati moodtheme from my old livejournal.

Ugh, a Monday. Ugh, a school day. As usual, I had little sleep last night and I mostly shuffled around looking like a zombie and I could only mumble as Kistina told me about her blog developments and Michael Jackson and iPods and "So crazy lah you!" and and and.

I used to enjoy school (lies!), I think I'd enjoy it more if I wasn't so stressed about The Homework Thing. Or the fact that I'm taking my PMR this October 7th. Oh well, in just three more months or so, I SHALL BE FREEE.

(oh dude, this totally reminded me of a time when I was young and clueless and 12 1/2, I jumped in the middle of a crowd in Singapore--I think?--shouting I WANT. TO BE. FREEEEE! My sister walked ten steps ahead of me after that; I wonder why).

If I substituted the amount of time I spend on youtube to the amount of time I SHOULD spend reading up on Geography and KH (basically like Home Ec), I'd probably get an A, followed by about a gazillian plusses. Then my parents would be so overjoyed, they'd book me a first class ticket to Paris where I'd spend the rest of my days roaming the city in a... cloud-blue Vespa while some droolicious (waitwhut??) French boy tickles my chin with a red rose and whispers sweet othings into my ear. (Of course it would be sweet nothings to me as I don't speak a word of French. But I do know how to curse in French though. Merde.)

Hey, a girl can dream, can't she? ANYWAYS. After 6 months+ away from LJ I finally got around to scoring the site for gahhemomazing icons and banners and graphic comms and stumbled upon this:

so join now!
 

I would recommend The Fray, no doubt about it. I just love their new album, especially Absolute, Syndicate and Say When. I remember one Tuesday, when I was home from school and baking muffins, I kept listening to The Fray on loop. It was a nice day (until I burned my arm while putting in the muffin batter and the burn turned into a cut when I accidentally banged it against a door and the cut turned into this disgusting pink gash when it wouldn't stop bleeding.)