F-bomb

I said goodbye to facebook and tried to sleep but that didn't happen. I'm to messed up to do my assignment. So lets update this blog?

Here's just to share my first time to say f*ck out loud in public. I know you'd say its so inappropriate for young girls to say curse words. I remember walking to my classroom from somewhere but when I was about to enter the class, Madey startled me, I guess. and out goes the f-bomb. Idk why I was pissed that day, but yeah I was.

To tell you the truth I say it in my mind a lot, just to add emphasise on my sentence. Which isn't a good habit. so everyone, wash those potty mouth. Seriously, you can't have little sisters hear that. They'll tell mom and you'll lose their faith forever. Well, maybe not forever lah.

The only bad word that is allowed is 'stupid' in my household. Which is still not very nice, I guess?

Materialistic

I'm sorry.
Its not really my fault that I need a lot of stuff. I don't know why there's just no more content in my life. Dear God, help me go through life without wanting anything. Maybe I should hypnotize myself ?

Just this once, may I have the FUJI INSTAX MINI 7S? with its MACRO LENS and its LEATHER BAG? PLEAAAASE? and I want to use my own money, just let me pleaseee?

the incontent

MUET OH MUET - examination

Tomorrow would be the day me and the rest of Kolej MARA Kulim take MUET EXAM (for listening, reading and writing - OH GOSH).

I'm having another panic attack. 

Really. Help, pray for me. 

the insanely panic amelia

Life's Brief Candle

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,

Creeps in this petty pace from day to day

To the last syllabus of recorded time,

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools

The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,

And then is heard no more; it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing

William Shakespeare

I first heard this poem when I was in my PMR studies and I guess I kinda fell in love with this poem. Somehow I am connected to the persona in the poem. I thought it is written beautifully. 

You could feel the persona's regrets while reciting it.

There's also the sense of giving up.

That life's meaningless and full of emptiness. 

Life is short but the persona feels like he's dragging all the way through the day. 

My Current Obsession : Polaroid Camera

OH MY GOD.

I JUST HAVE TO HAVE THOSE! PLEASE!