Today was.. one hell of a day. Of course, when I got home I had to exercise like crazy. Let’s start shall we? J
So I went to school this morning like usual. It’s weird though. Cause it’s the same every freakin’ morning. I get to school, and like always, when I get off the car, the traffic light thingy goes from green ‘OK GO!’ and immediately to red ‘FUCK YOU, STOP!’. Okay, great. Well maybe the traffic light hates me. Fine, biznatch, fine.
Well, anyways, I had to go through an annoying spot check this morning, cause I came sort of later than usual. Lemme tell you, it is annoying as fuck. If you’re lucky, you’ll get the lazy ass prefects who just sit there and wait for you to take out your pencil case and check if you keep any illegal shit inside of it. If you’re unlucky (which you usually will be in my school), you’ll get the seriously annoying but hard working prefects. They’ll take your freaking backpack, open all of the zippers, and check like, everything. No shit, they even found one of my secret pouches one time. You don’t mess with the prefects in my school. They’re like friggin’ Dementors. They’ll eat you alive.
So after I went through airport security, I walk to my block and find Juju, my best bitch, staring at herself on a hand held mirror. Then, more and more kids come gradually. Usually, the form three-ers are the latest to get to class cause we have to wait for this lazy ass lab assistant who always unlocks the gate to the stairs for us. Trust me, if he, one day, comes early, pigs will start to fly and Paris Hilton will start realizing that she has a brain.
So finally, the fat-ass baldy came (that’s what we call the lab assistant). Unlocked the gate, and so, like a stampede, we attacked those stairs like there’s no tomorrow. I have this habit where when I arrive at the front door of my class, I’ll burst into one of those weird musical songs. This morning, I came into class singing ‘Good Morning, Baltimore’, dancing very gheyly in front of my classmates. Oh it’s a normal thing for them. Trust me ;)
Bla, bla, bla, it’s time to go home. Me, Juju, Doney , Luqman, Naqib, and Pumpkin went to McDonald’s after school today. Yes, I know what pops into your mind right now. “Ohhhhh, that’s why Nisha said she had to work out like crazy when she got back from school. Ohhhhh, that’s why Nisha is a fat ass.”. I’m a psychic, no? :D
Juju and Doney got annoying before we all went to McDonald’s. They’ll like, give each other the silent treatment. It is so bloody annoying. And no, they don’t do it once or twice. They’ll do it like, 10 or more times in one day, EVERDAY. So, being the annoying ass that he is, Doney decided to wait for Naqib and Pumpkin and leaving Juju, Luqman and me to go McDonald’s by bus first. Oh well.
We arrived, ordered, and after a couple of minutes, the three little piggies finally came. Doney, Naqib and Pumpkin, I mean. Muehehes. So we talked, talked, laughed and laughed like hell, and I suddenly came up with an idea. I asked Luqman if he’s up for a little chugging competition. I drink fast, bitch.
We did ‘THE SLAP BET’! If you win, you get to slap the loser as hard as you can. I mean, as hard as you possibly can. Well, I won. Woodeedoo. And I slapped him. Oh my god, it felt greatttttttt!
After chugging, we all went back to school, I called my mom and asked her to fetch me. Juju came along with me to my house. She went home at 6. I worked out, took an awesome shower, played guitar, studied and finally, here I am, writing this post.
Okay, I think that’s all. So ta, creatures. Till next time. Lovessss.
Lots of gay love,
Nisha.
When I woke up this morning I just remembered..
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That yesterday was supposed to be my weight in day, but being the hopeless forgetful person that I am, I forgot. Of-fucking-course. So I decided to do another weight in next week. Oh well, that way I’d lose more weight by then and it’ll be more satisfying. Thus, making myself feel so much thinner and hotter.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t give a shit if someone calls me obese or fat or over-weight. Cause even when I’m fat, I still think that I’m hot, that I’m cute. I just suddenly felt like I’m getting unhealthy. I mean, I barely exercise, I put so much crap into my body and I didn’t even do shit to burn it all back.
So I decided that I’m gonna have a balanced diet from now on, and that diet does not include rice. The only carb I eat is bread. Also, I exercise every day. I know! I can’t believe it myself, but I do. Yes, I’m very proud of myself.
God willing, I’m gonna reach my goal weight. And I hope I will. Seriously, I want that goal weight :O
Other than my weight issues, nothing much happened today. It sorta rained today but not as bad as yesterday. Yesterday was like a freaking storm. Though, the experience is a plus.
I finally gave Sanders my drawing of him today. I held on to that thing even before the Raya holidays. It’s either when I see him I left it in class or when I do bring it with me, I can’t seem to find him anywhere. Welcome to the frustrating truth that is my life.
That drawing of him that I did is sorta like a.. prediction. I drew it like, before he wore specs. And as if I saw it coming, he DOES wear specs now. Aren’t I awesome? Muehehe. I could replace That’s So Raven. I was a Disney freak back then, shut up.
Talking about Sanders, there’s this douche that keeps telling him to date me. Even if Sanders IS interested, I won’t be. It is so annoying. Hello, we’re freaking twins. Get fucking over it, loser. And you think that being a ‘couple’ as you call it, is just a game? Excuse me, but I don’t play that game. If I do get into a relationship, I want it to last and what I need as a woman, is financial security. So obviously, it’s not time for me to be in a relationship yet. Because the oldest boyfriend I could get is like, 18 I guess? And no, 18 year olds cannot satisfy my financial needs. Unless you’re like a rockstar or something and you earn like 12 grand a show, then you give me a call. Go on and call me a gold digger *snickers*.
I’m not being a snob. But it’s just the way I see things. I don’t see the point of dating at a young age. Some people think it’s fun. Fun = Games. I don’t see love as a game. And love is for suckers anyways. I can love myself plenty. I don’t need a guy to do that for me. *suddenly bursts dancing to ‘I Don’t Need a Man’ by The Pussycat Dolls*
Wow, I’m way off topic now and that means that it’s my cue to go now. Alas, monsters.
Lots of gay love,
Nisha.
P/s: I don’t think I’m gonna like, edit any of the font of this post. I choose to be lazy today. Deal, foo. :D
Have you ever been so pumped to do something, that you do that ‘something’ every single day? And then one day, you forget to do it. Same goes for the next day. After a couple of days forgetting, you just forget about it completely, or you just become plain lazy to do it anymore? You’ll be like “Ugh, I left a mess. Missed a lot of things. Why even bother?”. Well, that’s what sorta happened to my old blog.
Enough of ranting, this is a new post, an introduction, if you will, to my new blog. Well, technically, it’s not a new blog, per se. It’s my old account, my old blogspot URL, but I deleted all of my old posts. My old posts were all so.. How do I put this lightly? Umm, 2009-ish? Yes, that was the word I was looking for. But oh well, I was young and stupid. Nothing I could do about that right? Oh but delete all of them. Teehees J
How did I get my insipiration to start a blog again you ask? Ah, the answer lies in half naked korean men and also weird upbeat K-Pop songs that is, Siti Aiysyah Bt Tumin. Do not even let me get started on her K-Pop obsession. It’s not a crime, don’t get me wrong. I just don’t get it, that’s all. Though she has this weird fandom over half naked korean men whose names are too complicated to remember, she’s awesome and she’s like a sister I’ve always wanted. So give me a ‘What What?’! .... Nevermind.
Well anyways, I was chatting with her the other night. We were talking about random stuff and then suddenly she said “I used to read your blog.”. I was sorta shocked since, I know I left off my blog a weird and icky mess. So that just means she read my blog even before I like, knew her. Which was cool, sorta. I never knew I had a stalker. Lolleries! So thus, the sudden feeling of realization and stupidity that is “Why the fuck did I abandon the awesomeness that is MY BLOG?!” struck me right in here *shows wrong side of chest* (Reader: It’s on the other side, asshole.) Oh. *shows left side of chest* Heehee :3 ==’
So if you like this blog, you should thank Aiysyah and her awesomeness for making me want to start a blog. But I doubt you guys would like it. Unless, you’re into lonely psychos who doesn’t have anything else to do but talk to herself on her blog. What? Some people might.. find it sexy. (Call me handsome. *sexy wink*).
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Okay, gross. Enough of that, I experienced getting soaked in the rain for the first time today (Date: 27th September 2010). And oh my god, I will never attempt that in my whole life ever, ever again. I was freezing like hell. I kept shaking like a freaking chihuahua. I wanted to call my parents, but the line for the public phone was as long as the Great Wall of China (Hyperbole much?). So I sat there, hoping that my mom or my dad would have this.. struck of feeling that it’s time for them to fetch me. But they didn’t. So, after several hours sitting there and freezing like hell (that doesn’t make sense, btw), the line to the shitty public phone FINALLY vanished. With a weak smile, I put 20 cents into the coin slot thingy, and dailed my house number with shaking hands.. fingers, whatever.
I wanted to jump for joy when my dad picked up. I told him to pick me up. He said “Okay.”, and I assumed he immediately got his ass off the sofa, took the car keys and ran to the car, worried that his daughter might get sick, but whatever. After waiting for a couple of minutes, he finally arrived. I have never been so happy to see my dad’s Naza in my whole life. I swear, when I walked to the car, soaking wet, I saw a mocking smile on my dad’s face. Yeah, thanks dad. I’m glad I’m amusing you.
Well, I hope you guys like my first ranting post on my ripped diary/deleted old posts old blog. Of course you did right? Muehehe.
Lots of gay love,
Nisha.