Boring Week(Except for Harry Potter)

Wow.Time passes by really fast and I cannot believe that its almost December!
I guess I have been away for quite
sometime haven't I? Beginning of this week wasn't very pleasant.
I had a really painful tummy ache on Monday.
I hate getting tummy aches because its so disturbing
and it didn't get better until I vomited. I felt so relief after that.
Then on Wednesday this really disgusting lizard came into my room
in the middle of the night while I was awake. It was crawling
on the door,the door was closed,but then my Mom came in unexpectedly
and it fell on the floor and I screamed. It got killed
in the end so all was good. The best day was yesterday,
I went to watch Harry Potter with my very lovely cousin and I thought
it was so amazing and emotional. Honestly,I felt really sad when I walked out of the movie theatre,
I'm not sure if anybody else
feels the way I do but,whenever I leave the movie theatre after watching a really
good movie and one which I really like,I will always,always feel this
kind of unwated emptiness in my heart and its so upsetting!
It feels as though you're walking away from something you love.
I don't know,maybe its just
me getting to emotional and carried away.
The one thing I'm sure is that I will never be over Harry Potter for as long as I live.
I love it that much.

Never Tell

I hate that I always like shy guys,
Because I’m shy.
So when we’re both shy nothing happens,
And it’s just lame.

Blood Like Honey

“I wanted to kill the me underneath. That fact haunted my days and nights.
When you realize you hate yourself so much, when you realize that you cannot stand who you are,
and this deep spite has been the motivation behind your behavior for many years,
your brain can’t quite deal with it. It will try very hard to avoid that realization; it will try,
in a last-ditch effort to keep your remaining parts alive, to remake the rest of you.
This is, I believe, different from the suicidal wish of those who are in so much pain
that death feels like relief, different from the suicide I would later attempt, trying to escape that pain.
This is a wish to murder yourself; the connotation of kill is too mild.
This is a belief that you deserve slow torture, violent death.”

—Marya Hornbacher

I'm sorry everyone,for being so whiny and upset! I wish I weren't like this.
But on a lighter note,Happy Halloween!
Eat many,many sweets and watch many,many horror films okay?

(As for me,I don't really like candy so I ate many,many chocolates)

Think Quietly

“The world is full of things like that: old postcards, theatre programmes,
leafles about bomb-proofing your cellar, greetings cards, photograph albums,
holiday brochures, instruction booklets for machine tools, maps, catalogues,
railway timetables, menu cards from long-gone cruise liners - all kinds of things
that onced served a real and useful purpose, but have now become cut adrift from the things
and the people they relate to. ~ They might have come from anywhere.
They might have come from other worlds. That scribbled-on map,
that publisher’s catalogue - they might have been put down absent-mindedly in another universe,
and been blown by a chance wind through an open window,
to find themselves after many adventures on a market-stall in our world.”

-Phillip Pullman in the preface to Lyra’s Oxford

***

I've received back my exams results. Even though I'm quite unsatisfied at how some
of the grades turned out,I'm glad that I pass everything. Even Math and Physics.
I feel so relief and quite happy at the same time that all the hard work paid off.
I haven't been doing anything interesting recently and
I still have yet to clear my desk and arrange the books.
But I just began reading Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov and I must say,
that the writing is absolutely brilliant.
The holidays are approaching soon
and I'll pretend that school would never have to open again
and rest my soul for a thousand years.

Pastel Shipwrecks

Wow. I'm back blogging after so many weeks.

I miss not getting touching with you all.

Alot things had been going
on the pass weeks. It was really boring actually.
Almost my entire day time was taken up by school activities and extra classes.

Terrible.
I spent the past week studying...and not studying.

It was quite intense and rush because we had to recall back
all the things that we've learnt throught the year,beginning till end.

I was worrying and panicking through the entire
exam period. I still am now through,a little bit.

I don't think I gave my best this time 'round. But its all over and
we're done for the this school year.

We're just waiting for the results and school holidays now.

Oh,since the exams were over I finally gotten the chance

to go to my favourite local bookstore again.
It's been a long time since I last went and it felt really good to be there again.

It just felt like home to me.
That's about it I think.

I just wanted to tell you all how happy I was when I was there.
I'll post another time. Now I'm going to catch up on your blogs.

I've missed out alot!

Unsettled

You’re going to leave me, aren’t you? …you’ve had enough of me,
haven’t you? You’re probably so tired of all this crying and all these moods,
and I’ve got to tell you, so am I. So am I. Sometimes it seems like my mind has a mind of its own,
like I just get hysterical, like it’s something I can’t control at all. And I don’t know what to do,
and I feel so sorry for you because you don’t know what to do either.
And I’m sure you’re going to leave me now.
— Elizabeth Wurtzel.

Wow. Its been a long time since I posted. I think I was too caught up with the all the
other stuff that's been happening around me and
I think I've to come to the decision to take a little break from blogging,
till after my end of year exams are over in mid-October.
But I'm not going to leave blogger though. Not yet.
I will definitely post more when everything's settled and done,
but for now,I'd stop posting for awhile,
unless if I'm feeling really upset and need to vent out or if something
really interesting comes along the way.

Take care!
x

Slow Hunter

This was her, Mick Kelly, walking in the daytime and by herself at night.
In the hot sun and in the dark with all the plans and feelings.
This music was her—the real plain her…
This music did not take a long time or a short time.
It did not have anything to do with time going by at all.
She sat with her arms around her legs, biting her salty knee very hard.
The whole world was this symphony,
and there was not enough of her to listen…
Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.

-Carson McCullers

***

I felt disappointed with myself in English class today.
We were given twenty minutes to write
an essay on anything in particular and it was based on a diary entry.
Even though I had quite a few ideas to write about I don't know why
I couldn't write out the words onto the paper.
I just kept staring and staring at the paper with only the words
"Dear Diary" written at the top and when I realised I had
only five minutes left to complete,I did what I do best at;
Panic and scribbled down nonsense.
I sort of feel useless.

Dare to Dream

I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption,
endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love,
neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow,
where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps,
and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me,
and nobody would ever see us any more.

-"The Castle" by Franz Kafka

***

I feel better today. But school is getting tougher than ever before and it makes me dizzy.

Breakdown

Do you ever just get that feeling where you don’t wanna talk to anybody?
You don’t want to smile and you don’t want to fake being happy, but at the same time,
you don’t know exactly what is wrong either. There isn’t a way to explain it to someone
who doesn’t already understand. If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone.
People have stopped being comforting, and being alone never was.
At least when you’re alone no one constantly asks you what is wrong
and there isn’t anyone who won’t take, ‘I don’t know,’ as an answer.
You feel the way you do just because, you hope the feeling will pass soon
and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait.

***

I've been so frustrated and annoyed with almost everything
and I've acted harsh towards everyone lately.
I feel sad and lonely all the time. I don't know what's wrong with me.
I'm sorry.

(Helpless) Fragile Souls

I don’t want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can’t think again.

Not ever again. I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that.

That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist.

Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that.

I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this.

That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.
— The Perks Of Being A Wallflower

There was a lovely butterfly in our class flying around aimlessly today.

The boys were being immature and tried scaring it away with brooms and sticks and laughed

and laughed uncontrollably. Poor,poor delicate butterfly,ended up with a broken wing

while trying to escape from those horrifying,cruel,heartless monsters.

I don't find the scene funny the slightest bit.

See now,precious,fragile beings always ends up getting hurt and partially to die.
How are they victims all the time.

Mirror

I cringe every time I look at myself in the mirror.
So I almost never ever look at myself in the mirror unless it’s to check that
I don’t have something stuck in between my teeth,
or to see if my nose is still off centre,
or if my face is still horribly asymmetrical or if my face is still funny
or it’s an awful accident but sometimes, it’s so much more than that.
Sometimes, when I can stand looking at myself long enough,
I get scared because I see all of me
and I see all ninety-seven fragments of myself trapped in my champagne-coloured eyes,
struggling to break free. I see weakness and failure and disappointment
and boredom and restlessness.
I see what people see when they tell me I look so much like my mother
but I also see the awkwardness and bafflement in their pitying gazes
because I am not beautiful like her.
I see my father’s eyes.
I see myself cradling my fragility
and I see everything I am and everything I’m not
and everything I should be and everything I can’t be and everything I want to be
but I really see that I’m nothing, and I cringe every time I look at myself in the mirror.
This is the mainly the reason why I don't often go to the restroom when I'm outside
or in someone's home and annoys the hell out of me when people keep on telling me to go.
No,I don't feel like using the toilet and I don't see why I need to groom myself.
It's pretty pointless.
I'd still look horrible and I'd just feel alot worse.
Some people just don't understand this.

Not So Pretty Words

I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry.

I didn’t know why I was going to cry,

but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely

the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat

and I’d cry for a week.

I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like

water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.
-The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

***

I've received back my exam papers today.

I did quite well and there has been a slight improvement in my

performance compared to the previous,previous tests that
I took. But I failed one out of the six subjects,and this time it isn't Math,

but Physics!
But oh well,nevermind.

I'll take it as a hint telling me that I need to work much harder next time.

I have another exam this coming September and I'm already feeling very afraid.

But

when cute strangers hold the door for you and you wake up to text messages
and you feel appreciated and when you are sunburned
and your body is warm and cold showers in the summer and diet cokes
on the porch and music soaks into your soul and when someone talks to
you first and when “i love you” comes from them first and airplanes and
grass stains and when you catch the sunset just in time and when the coffee
is just right and when you get mail and green lights and when suddenly you wake up
and you feel better and hand holding and when you have adventures
and when you learn to drive and when books make you cry and awkward small talk
and new notebooks and when you you feel cosy and warm drinking tea near the fireplace
on a winter's night and a nice picnic with your family and mates and
pretty eyes and trains and capturing beautiful scenes on camera
just so you won’t forget and new countries and when the light is perfect
and kisses on the forehead and being broken but laughing about it
and when the sky is blue and songs that make
you smile and sand in your shoes and
when you laugh and laugh and laugh


I wish all Muslims a blessed Ramadan.
May Allah grant us strength and peace and beyond
and bless our families and friends in this holy month.
Amin.

Sometime Tomorrow

I feel like i’m in a really odd in-between stage right now.

I sound like a horrible cliche, but it’s like I’m not a child,

but I’m not quite old enough yet.

I can’t explain it. But all i feel like i can do is sit around.

I'm not quite old enough, so I can’t really do anything.

But I’m not young enough to be entertained by the things I used

to be entertained by.

I hate it when I can’t explain myself.

***

Everyone will have their own partner or groups to stick around with.
I have no one. No friends.
No one wants to hang around with a madgirl anyway.
I will be the awkward,pathetic-looking girl who will just be
tagging along with the rest.

I will be going on a field trip with my class to some school tomorrow
and its not going to be fun.

The Heart of France

Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing.
It’s nothing. Just sad dreams. Or something like that…Swing low in your weep ship,
with your tear scans and sob probes, and you would mark them.
Women—and they can be wives, lovers, gaunt muses, fat nurses, obsessions,
devourers, exes, nemeses—will wake and turn to these men and ask, “What is it?”
And the men will say, “Nothing. No it isn’t anything really. Just sad dreams.”

The Information by Martin Amis

***

I went for the family event thing this afternoon like I was told to.
I was right,most of my relatives were there. Some I knew,some I didn't
and most I'd forgotten their names.
But this time,it was quite different. While I was there,
I spotted a little statue of the Eiffel Tower and a very pretty and big picture of Paris city
hanging on the wall with only the the Eiffel Tower in colour,
as though it was lit with bright yellow lights,while the rest of the city was in black and white.
It turns out that my Aunt had gone to Paris for work matters. I didn't know that.
So instead of watching the adults talking amongst themselves,
I admired the picture while remembering the times
I'd been there and thought Paris city had never been so beautiful,
and was as though the picture was smiling the brightest of smiles which made it
much more beautiful then it already was.

But there was this feeling of sadness inside my heart that was very much hard to explain.
It was a little sad for me. Paris had to be so beautiful but so faraway at the same time.

Castle for the Dream

I'm in a castle
standing in a tower,
looking down through a window
at the beautiful garden,
the sun setting in the distance.

The beauty in the moment
brings tears to my eyes.

Sky blue pink,
the backdrop for
roses in ever color
blooming in the garden.

— Lisa Schroeder (Chasing Brooklyn)

***

Its been about a week since I last updated. I am so sorry.
The reason I left my blog for a bit is because I had a really
busy week.My exams just started today. (English and Chemistry.)
So the pass couple of days I was busy with school work and such.
I got so caught up with school work that I didn't realise I was worrying again.
And it got so bad that i tired myself,my throat began to hurt,my body ached
and I fall ill the day before the first two papers (yesterday)
But thank god I felt better this morning.
The two papers today was alright and I hope for the very best that the result will turn out good
My exams only ends next Thursday so I'm going to leave this space for awhile.Till then.

I wish you all well. love.

Staying Afloat

(writing to her father) “I have learnt how to live… How to be In the world and Of the world,
and not just to stand aside and watch. And I will never, never again run away from life.
Or from love, either…”

Other than the fact that my pens are always going missing
(i think the little elves and gnomes in the school garden took them!)and mom
being so overprotective of me,life is fine now.
And hopefully it'll get even better.
The exams are in one week's time and I have many things to cover on.

Anxious. That's the right word to describe how I'm feeling the pass few hectic days.
But that's normal for me I guess,I feel like this all the time and possibly,everyday of my life.
I can't wait for everything to be over,then I'll sleep forever till next season,and flyaway to dreamland.

I wish everyone a lovely day. May all of you gain the desires of you heart. love.

The Picture Perfect Girl

There's this girl that I know of,with shoulder-length hair,
big brown eyes,she barely has spots on her face,flawless.
She's skinny and has all the right curves.
She could fit into anything her heart desires.
From shirts to skirts,dresses to shorts and tights and skinny jeans.
She's rich,she travels and can afford all those gorgeous clothes.
The ones you find in Topshop,Forever 21 and other designer stores.
She's that girl that everybody wants to be friends with.
She has almost everything. She's blessed.

but,every time I look at her, I can't help but feel horrible about myself. I feel disgusted with myself.
it's like there's a voice inside my head that's repeatedly saying,
"she's so pretty,so perfect.
and what about you?
oh that's right,
pathetic."


(Other than that issue,I'm doing quite alright)

Caught In Between

I went over to my window and opened it and packed a snowball with my bare hands. The snow was very good for packing. I didn’t throw it at anything, though. I started to throw it. At a car that was parked across the street. But I changed my mind. The car looked so nice and white. Then I started to throw it at a hydrant, but that looked too nice and white, too. Finally I didn’t throw it at anything. All I did was close the window and walk around the room with the snowball, packing it harder. A little while later, I still had it with me when I and Brossard and Ackley got on the bus. The bus driver opened the doors and made me throw it out. I told him I wasn’t going to chuck it at anybody, but he wouldn’t believe me. People never believe you.

The Catcher in the Rye, 1951

-J. D. Salinger

***

Its Friday night and I'm just sitting at home wasting precious time. My Friday nights are always like this. I know that somewhere across town,in a rich girl's house there's a party going on, which is held by my former classmates.It's not really a party,more of a class gathering. I was invited actually,but I felt that I didn't really want to go. Because,if I did go,I knew that I wouldn't be enjoying myself,even though I'd be surrounded by all the so-called "cool people'' (from what I heard,they're the only ones going). They aren't really bad people. Sometimes they're nice to me,sometimes they're not. It funny you know. We've been together as a class for two years,and still don't get along,and we act like strangers when we see one another. They see me;quiet and timid,I see them; loud and obnoxious. We're opposite.
And to be honest,I like my current 2010 class much better,even if some say they don't.

Under Milk Wood

Come closer now.

Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night. Only you can see, in the blinded bedrooms, the coms and petticoats over the chairs, the jugs and basins, the glasses of teeth, Thou Shalt Not on the wall, and the yellowing dickybird-watching pictures of the dead. Only you can hear and see, behind the eyes of the sleepers, the movements and countries and mazes and colours and dismays and rainbows and tunes and wishes and flight and fall and despairs and big seas of their dreams.

From where you are, you can hear their dreams.

-Dylan Thomas

*

I'm starting to save up money bit by bit each day now. I'd usually stop halfway when comes to saving up. But its different this time,I need it for my future plans. Mom's challenging me,she says I won't save up enough and that I won't keep my word in doing these things. I'm going to prove her wrong this time.