Moving on

Last night, I slept early because I thought there was nothing else to do but to lay on bed and listen to my favorite radio station. On my second thought, I was planning about reading the Twilight book Alex gave me as a random present; I just can't read it through the whole novel because of Bella's attitude. Besides, my only goal was to "learn more English" from it. And I guess I've had enough.

So far my mood has been okay, after all the tantrums I have gone through last Monday. Dad hasn't been Hitler-like these days. The only problem is he contradicts a lot, and I find it very irritating as his voice becomes so loud I could no longer bear it. Basically, I would go to my bedroom — rather than my "parent's bedroom" — and listen to my walk-man to avoid hearing unnecessary noise specifically when Mum calls my name; I have to admit that.

Then this afternoon we went swimming at the beach. I tried not to swim too much because I'm afraid I'd be darker again. Luckily for me, we arrived there at 4:00 PM so there wasn't too much heat after all; there would be no possibility that I'll get sunburns few days from now. Besides, I hadn't enjoyed the sea for almost a year, but I somehow felt bad believing I broke my vow to myself. Ha-ha.

I somehow find myself excited about the new books that will be added in the school library this June. Admittedly, I remember how I sneaked into the librarian office to see the new books, and surprisingly there were plenty! The first book I saw was Marley and Me — which was made into a movie last 2008, and it was a pure tearjerker — but unfortunately there were no new Nicholas Sparks books.

I miss school

It's been — (looks up the calendar) — four days (not much) since the time I last saw my classmates. Somehow I miss school, and there's nobody to blame to; I try to keep myself from reminiscing old school memories.

So my Freshmen classmates had their reunion today, but I didn't join; I guess there's a better reason to stay home rather than enjoying beach with long-time friends. Though Carl told me that only 3 of them — out of 15 who attended the meeting — came to the meeting place, I assume they had fun. It's nice to spend time with friends though especially this summer break.

My summer break is actually boring — rather than an "actual vacation" as it used to be last year. The only possible thing I could do in the house is to eat, sleep, chatting with friends, read books, etc., etc.

Introduction and all things

First of all, before this blog would reach 50 posts per month, I'd like to tell you few things about me:

• I often get mood-swings; there are some post I might regret later on.
• I speak fluent English.
• I'm 14 --- going 15 this May. But age doesn't matter, does it?
• I'm a massive fan of Harry Potter.
• I collect CDs of my favorite artists.
• I love school.
• I write poems.
• I love pasta.
• I go online whenever I see a computer.
• I buy expensive things. (Though I end up being broke after so.)
• I'm inlove.
• I love to write: pen and paper is my priority.
• I tweet.
• I truly wanted solidarity
• I use British expression such as "bloody" and "wicked".
• I'm hopelessly devoted to this girl.
• I've seen life from many sides.
• I've been dumped.
• I'm up on Yahoo! Messenger 24/7. (You can ask me for my ID.)
  
• I end things up quickly. Like this list.

(More will be added day by day. . . . )

Poem

Insecurity, The Greatest Foe In Me

It's hard to explain
What you feel when looking at the rain
Your struggles and pain
There in your heart, they remain

Every now and then
Your heart throbs in a sudden
You feel like you've been forgotten
Though you still try and try to make it happen

Because of what they call "insecurity"
And how you think of your incapability
You realize you are not their property;
Insecurity, the greatest for in me

A picture to cheer me up

credits to: someoneoncetoldme.com

Life is not fair

I just wish someday I wake up dead. I don't like to live anymore.

Anyway, what is there to live for? Nothing. It's not the same as it used to be. You may say that this is natural, normal, or whatever, but it clearly isn't. If only God would let me live another life, then I would.

I don't understand life. It's very unfair. bloody unfair. Treat me dead.