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      Suspect has confessed to the crime. Now facing trial… The criminal has been sentenced to 2 days without doggie biscuits. Me thinks punishment insufficient. (Taken with instagram)








      The culprit. -suspect has been detained for questioning- (Taken with instagram)








      The scene of the crime when i returned home from tuition. (Taken with instagram)







      OMG I haven’t watched TVD in so damn long. WOW




      Ish stupid Facebook notifications keep on popping up on my iPod. I hate Facebook. I wish everyone I like would migrate to tumblr or twitter. Leave the barren wasteland of Facebook for the woefully unintelligent with their stupid camwhore pics from the SAME BLOODY ANGLE. Stupid stupid I knew I shouldn’t have recreated my acc when I deleted it. Damn. It’s such a pity all important notices pertaining to my social life exist on facebook. Tsk Tsk such a shame. :/




      My incessant ramblings

      I had tons of time during my exams because I finished my paper early and all that. I was so bored my pastime was staring at the blank whiteboard. Honestly. Staring at a BLANK whiteboard. So I finally had this brilliant idea. I should write. So what was left are two stories from James and Lily’s point of view about the same situation? Should I post it up somewhere? Huh I don’t know. Maybe.




      Easy to love, easy to hate.

      Maybe both at once.

      That’s why my life is so unbelievably fucked up.




      Rant about a LJ fanfic I just finished.

      OMG sometimes i cant bloody stand Lily when she’s written as this Bella personality chick. Seriously if James pushes you away “for your own good” ( anyone feeling twilighty here? ) show him what exactly he’s missing! Dont mope around like someone with no backbone. Go out act like you’re having fun, flirt, go on dates and PROVE THAT YOU’RE STRONG AND CONFIDENT AND YOU DONT BLOODY NEED HIM IF HE DOESNT WANT YOU! Hell. Its these kind of characters that compel innocent girls to sit around and cry and gradually develop depression when some half-assed jerk dumps them. YOU GO OUT AND SHOW THEM GIRLS. If he loves you enough he will come back. None of this “its better this way” crap! When he comes crawling back, might as well make him beg for it (if you’re vicious, after all he did put you through this in the first place). Screw them, they don’t deserve you if they do treat like an incompetent airhead.

      Btw. WHAT THE BLOODY HELL AM I DOING READING FANFICS?! I HAVE A SODDING EXAM TOMORROW! BOLLOCKS.




      To-do list today

      We had our class photoshoot. Which lasted practically the whole afternoon. The dress code was -supposed to be- formal. I showed up in a long ankle length strapless dress. Apparently the fanciest one there. Maybe some people just don’t know the meaning of FORMAL. everyone wore like casual and semi formal stuff. The venue was terrible. Indoors wasn’t so bad because we actually had cool air and shade but once outside it was hell, literally. The sun was shining (which might be a good thing in other countries) and there was no wind. Within minutes we were sweating buckets. Make up ran, patches appeared on dresses and shirts. It was a nightmare. Hair started to frizz and go limp. If only my damn classmates would fork out a little more cash. We could have been in a studio. Stupid classmates. Half of them don’t even own a single decent dress. Why why why am I lumped together which such pathetic and pitiful examples of the female species. What happened to girls being the main lead in fashion and style? :/





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      So, I’ve been busy lately.

      I had midterms this week so yeah. Busy.

      Anyways, two days ago I had this dream. It was weird. I dreamt that I was in love. WEIRD RIGHT.

      I’ve never had a dream like this. I mean I always fantasize about superhot model-like guys being my boyfriend but this was different. I don’t know if its some sort of premonition. (Because I have some dreams that come true and this one seemed completely logical, unlike the other dream I had about watching movies while reclining on a sofa in my chemistry lab, no, I’m not physic, yes, everybody has them, they’re called deja-vu).

      I remember feeling unbelievably happy and safe in the dream. But I can’t summon up the feeling now. I’ve never even really completely liked anyone before but I’m sure that I felt like I was in love in that dream. HOW CAN THIS BE. 

      At the risk of sounding cliche, it was like the soulmate theory. YEP. That guy in the dream was my friggin’ soulmate. 

      OH HELL. I don’t know whether I want it to be true or not. 

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      FUCK YOU SQUASH

      I have always always hated you. ALL MY LIFE. You brought me all the bitches, sluts & backstabbers. All the negative things. MY LIFE WOULD BE SO MUCH BETTER WITHOUT YOU. I WOULD BE BETTER. HAPPIER.

      I still have to hold out till I get into uni because you are supposedly what gets me that far. Or else I would’ve quit you by now. 

      SO YOU BETTER DO YOUR JOB. I’VE DONE MINE. stuck by you through years and years of sick, corrupted, bad people. All my suffering better have not been for nothing. 




      ever heard of personal space?

      Why why WHY does my coach feel the need to text me, add me on facebook, email me and all these shit. then he gets mad if I don’t reply him. WHAT SHIT IS THIS. My good friends which I text soooo much more than you, know that most of the time I don’t even reply them because I FORGET.  They don’t mind because that’s the way I am. I don’t do it on purpose. 

      STOP STOP STOP FOR GOODNESS SAKE BARGING INTO MY LIFE. I DON’T EVEN LIKE THE SQUASH PART OF MY DAMN LIFE. SO I WOULD PREFER TO KEEP ALL YOU FUCKING SQUASH PEOPLE AND IDIOTIC SQUASH POLITICS AT THE FUCKING COURTS AND NOT, I REPEAT, NOT! FOLLOW ME HOME.

      So fuck off and leave me alone. WHAT? Are you going to rip into me for taking a week off squash to study? EVERYONE, including you I might add, SAYS THAT ACADEMICS IS SO IMPORTANT. YOU SHOULD BE PROUD I CARE ENOUGH. 




      OMG SATS in MAY

      SHIT SHIT SHIT I signed up for SATS in MAY. MAY. WTF was I thinking?

      FYI and to explain the above,

      I do not live in the states. Nor do I live anywhere near europe. Or anywhere on the western side of the world. I live in south-east asia. MALAYSIA. A third-world country. My education isn’t even English. No, it’s in Bahasa Melayu. OMG. 

      As you probably have deduced by now,

      my/our level of english is nowhere near what is needed to get 80% on the SATS. & I NEED TO GET 80%

      Please, dear kind soul, bawl and throw a ginormous fuss at my funeral. 

      Always, 

      Michelle 





      With #valencia (Taken with instagram)







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