Everyone believes.

the difference between reality and dreams.

imagine reality is actually made believe and our dreams are glimpses of what's real. imagine the life we're living now, what may seem like forever is actually nothing but just a few hours spent at night. imagine our adventures at night in so called 'dreamland', what we wished would come true is actually what the reality we're trying to escape from. why do we want to live in a dream? is it because in a dream, we're infinite? the world is literally ours for the taking and we have freedom to do whatever we want and be whoever we want to be? if this is a dream, as i type this, as you read this... just think of all the possibilities. maybe it's time to live the dream. turn the dream into reality. after all, this might just be a dream.  

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this is how i waste time during exams.

gosh.

two more days.

Maddening, I'm sure.

just 3 more days. freedom. i can just taste it at the tip of my tongue. though only for a month and a half. then back to 10 and half months of torture. usually. except next year. it's a full 12 months. doesn't matter. there's no point of exams when the questions are leaked. nor education when the ministry can't seem to get their shit together. maybe it's time to pack and leave for good.

Honk.

What goes around, comes around. Hurts like a bastard doesn't it, when all you ever wanted was a chance to see how it goes, to just try it out but all you get is nagging pain that won't seem to go away and an apology as a condolence prize.

Well darling, karma's a bitch.

and so are you.

Red Hoodie

Stay hungry, Stay foolish
RIP Steve Jobs.

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As you all know, exams are approaching faster than you can spew out any one of your favourite profanities. With that being said, you know why I haven't been updating this ol' blog of mine as frequently as I would like. I have been working hard, absorbing as much information as my under worked brain could take, trying to make up for lost time. Ahhh... those beautiful days, playing under the sun and taking naps when it rains, a bag of chips in front of the miracle boredom killer box called the television, going through blogs while the hours go by like no body's business with all the other school related books, ignored.

After hours spent trying to figure out how to not fail (yes, I regret not starting earlier, just like all the other times. But I never learn), my dad, after reading the recent article on how stressed out teenagers are these days and how some even suffers from severe depression, insist that I take a breather and not go insane. He told me about the upcoming book fair (this was a couple of days ago), and his plans to drop me off there with a gold card to get anything I want, how many I want, no questions asked.

So off we went this morning, to the Big Bad Wolf Book Sales 2011. I admit that at first I was a little sceptical about the amount of books and titles they're going to sell. 1.5 million is no small number and it is said to be going for only RM 8-25, unbelievable much, so imagine my surprise when I walked through the doors.There it is, a seemingly endless rows of plastic bound books (and people!), all neatly arranged according to its genre and it really is eight to twenty five bucks. Gosh, the scent of ink and paper, heaven on earth much?

Fast forward to the end, i got myself a stack of (not many, just expensive) books that's worth more than $535.37. Yes, dollars. That's equivalent to a whooping RM1 690.70 for only RM 200. Yes, 200 ringgit. Yes, I'm a happy girl. And a happy bookworm. And a happy otaku. So maybe studying wasn't so bad after all...

Parsons The New School For Design.

That's where I'm going.

To marry list.

Since I can't sleep nor can I digest anymore historical rubbish and I actually have 45 more minutes to spare before I am dragged off to see my beloved tuition teacher, I shall write a very meaningful blog post about--- Oh my mum just burst through the door. Oh she's going somewhere. Oh I am forced to go with her. Oh well... meaningful blog post got to wait.

Geranium killer

So perhaps I wasn't thinking straight when I came to the conclusion that if someone doesn't call you back within 15 minutes after you hang up on them, they don't care. Same goes for them not wanting to show you their junk. Okay, I'm definitely not in my right mind. Left it somewhere. Get it? Left it? Left my right mind somewhere? Hahahaha I'm so funny.

I'm sick. Studying was hard enough without having to refrain self from coughing out my lungs, now I have to stop my nose from being blown off every two seconds. Failing finals seems very likely now. At least my little scheme to make the best friend fail with me is working.

Thank you Gossip Girl.

Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Time for bed.