I Wouldnt Have To

Soo, I was online on Facebook. And there was a post from a friend in Sydney.

She said that she's got enough and sick of that place and all she wanted was coming back to the place where I live now (she was in my town for few years)

Funny.

All I want is being in HER PLACE again.

Another story, a friend of mine just moved to my school from UK. And aaaall I see about him is how deep he regrets it to be here. It's like he doesnt wanna be here at all. It's like if the plane ticket is cheap enough for him, he would go all the way to UK, chilling in his house watching Family Guy and dressing up for Halloween.

It's just funny when I realized that some people really do have different taste of life.

I dont judge and I'm not talking about which is the bad one or the good one. They all depend on how people think about life itself.

Me, personally, I'm sick of being here. really. I would run away like a crazy horse to anywhere but not here. I wouldnt have to see those crazy 8 year olds riding motorbike in the streets. I wouldnt have to walk in the fucked up sidewalks. I wouldnt have to deal with nosy bitches. I wouldnt have to wear uniform to school. And more and more and still more "I Wouldnt Have To"s.

My life here hasn't been the best I could wish. Since I became teenager I've been depressed, because of the people around me. And by people around me I mean those who freak me out and those who have moved out and settled in the other part of this world. I dont wanna be here.

I am SO MAD

 

I am so mad right now :)

and I'm smiling like a serial killer.

I've got NOTHING for dinner and that really pissed me off. really.

I havent shopped at all on Friday so there I go... empty fridge. 

There's only milk, tofu, eggs and nuggets and just it and I dont want them!

I tried to do my experimental tofu and that tasted like shit.

Now I'm sitting in front of the screen and totes mad.

I need mom.

:')

Mom and dad just called me from Makkah. Far far away. I've never felt this far from my parents. Or, my family. I'm still living in my house like I always did for 16 years (those years that I spent in Syd doesnt count), but my parents arent here, my brother is staying at his friend's house for three days, and my sister is now in my cousin's house. So, it is just me, all alone (and my half day maid)

I did cry when I talked to my dad. He asked "any funny things happened?"

I said "Too much to tell and this weird phone connection isnt gonna make it funny anymore"

And he laughed.

Hah how I miss my mom and dad.

Things I Really Want #01

Pink Ipod Bear. HOW CUTE IS THAT? seriously?!

Pink Cellphones!

Barbie with a cam! WOW

Girly Version of Gundam RX - 78 (wow)

USD1800.00 at brownsfashion.com. Dior shocking pink woven bag

Sekure D. Pink Nike PROd

Pink Casio Exilim Camera (Hello Kitty edition)

Pink Hello Kitty watch and I dont know who made it!! ughhh!

Pink car interior

Pink Hello Kitty Gun (I want it but I dont know what it is for) 

Pink Hello Kitty TV set. OMG I'm dying.

Pink Hello Kitty Water Dispenser. I wouldnt drink any of the water if I had this

Later did I know that pink gives me joy

less than 3.

less than 3

<3 

OBAMA GIRL!

I was just bored. Cute ass, Eeyore.

DAILYREVI - About Me, My Books and Pens

Hey! Hey!

Wow, it's Sunday now. I cant believe it's already Monday tomorrow. It's gonna be the second Monday without my mom and dad. Yes, it's been a week. I'm struggling here with my brother and sister to stay alive. Haha. It was all fun anyway. Except for the shopping part.

Yes, I've always loved shopping until I knew that shopping for groceries sucks.

I hate bringing a big plastic bag full of milk boxes and flour and eggs and mangoes and cereals. I shopped ’til my fingers turned the color of my tongue because of all the heavy bags I was carrying.

Try it. It works to get your right hand longer than the other one.

You've read it. You've read what I just wrote.

I love writing.

I love doodling.

I love drawing something randomly.

I love eating my chocolate bread with chocolate milk.

But the whole point of these is I love writing, A LOT.

I think that's the only reason why I started blogging. I wanted to write.

I wanted to write about my life, my school, my family, my favorite things, my crushes (havent done it though, will do!), and etc etc etc.

I have my own diary and I use to write everything I feel and everything that comes to mind on it.

I feel like, THAT is the thing. THAT is what I called with writing.

Writing is all about papers, pen, and free thoughts.

I don’t know any better way to express myself than through writing, and especially if I wrote the things right when I think of it. It’s the best way of communication, to me :)

Aww did I sound serious and dramatic? :]

Blame the freakin cold rain outside my window. It makes me feel like I'm turning emo.

I'll talk to you guys later, bye! smooch! <3