A regular muggle living in an all to muggle-world, a little part of me died when I realised I'd never get to go to Hogwarts. I want to be 11 again. But it's too late, cause Severus Snape's already dead. So is Michael Jackson. Why am I always just a little too late? The name's Nisha. Welcome to my world.

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.