occupied with thinking

Ok, anyway, I guess the conventional thing to do after a whole siesta of raya-ing, I should blog about it, right? Yeah, I would've - if it was hours ago. Now, I'm too tired to recall back the things I've done and well, I'm just gonna postpone it. And it's like an unwritten rule for me to write something meaningful or chockful of read-between-the-lines stuff or both when it's really late like now. Anyway, I was just browsing DA when I saw something interesting. Surprisingly, it's not a piece of art. Just ramblings. Read on.

rules: you have to write as many random things about your friends and people in your life as possible no matter how crazy they are, Then add a poem on the end (prefered one of your own) and then some random crazy chain letter things that you get in emails. and then tag 5 people Or try to.

I can't be damned to add a poem in the end! And random crazy chain letter things? I hate chain letters! When I saw a 'FW:' in an email's title, I'll just delete the email without blinking. But what really caught my eye is the random things about your friends. Hey, maybe, try to guess which one is you! hahahah. Hope they're good ones. Anyway, this is random so don't go messing your head about it, alright? Some of it are quite disturbing.. but whatever. Proceed!

I can't believe we're so alike and yet so different.
You're so strong. I envy you.
You're perfect just as you are but you thought you needed proof.
You're so messed up, it's unbelieveably comforting.
Last time, I wanted to be you. Now, I wanted to be everything but you.
You're so fake, our friendship just won't last.
I'm bored of you. Sorry.
You're too interesting to stay as my friend.
I wish I could say I love you too but that would be lying.
Last time you were perfect. Now, you're you.
You're so pathetic sometimes. I think that's why I'm addicted to you.
I still hate you for what you said.
I regretted that I treated you as though you're invisible. But you keep reminding me why. So, no can do dearie!
I wish you were mine and not hers. And I hate myself when I think of that.
I never realized you were this amazing.
I never wanted anyone before until now.
I hate you for what you've done. I love you for the results.
I hope that you would disappear forever and remain that way. It's not like you're not, you lying biatch.
Do you even have a flaw?
Stop treating me like I'm doing everything wrong.
Finally, you don't understand me. You really don't.
Why do you have to leave me all alone and treat it as if it's no big deal?
I used to think that I could change you.
Sometimes I worry that you will cut yourself deeper and hide it more cleverly.
I still love you. And hope for a miracle. But too bad that's not gonna happen.
Because of one stupid SMS, I will now look at you differently.
You are the typical underdog. I'll support you kiddo!
For some weird reason, I miss you. Even though I don't think I know you at all.
You are so scary.
You're a useless piece of crap that have surprisingly nice parents. You won't succeed ever. Ever.
You remind me of every pretty Malay girl I see. Treat him well.
I like you. You're so cute but too bad we're different races.
You don't need a guy to make you feel beautiful, you know.
I know I may not see you again but can I just hang out with you for one last time?
You admire me. You follow whatever I do. You're sucking me dry.
Stop telling me the truth. It hurts.
I want to name my daughter after you.
I still can't believe I used to have a crush on you!
What were you thinking when you liked me?? We're a world apart!
You're so fake that I could never trust you enough to be my friend.
Every part of you feels like a lie.

I'm really happy that you have him. I really do.
You guys are so perfect for each other. I secretly imagine your wedding from time to time.
I just realised how really good-looking you are. Too late though.
I'm so glad that we're never gonna see each other again. I can't fake anymore cheerfulness.
I want your son. I'm not kidding. The fourth one.
What I'll miss the most about you is your cooking. Your cakes, mainly. But that's it.
Every emo guy who knows how to dress reminds me of you
Why are you in my MSN Messenger list?
I can't believe your mother is Pn. Heng! It's like my past is haunting me.
I will never know whether you had a crush on me in Form 2 or not.
You're an icky, disgusting hypocrite. Everytime you come near me, I feel dirty.
Stop quoting from chain letters. It's lame.
I used to think of you as my idol. Now, you're an amazing friend and cousin.
Liar.
Unfaithful.
Stop thinking about yourself for once.
I used to defend you from name-calling. Now, I keep forgetting what's your real name.
I'm glad you're not much of a hitter anymore.
I want to buy your confidence. Where didcha get them at?
You're supposingly Emma Watson but I think you're not.
You memang sengal.
Sometimes I fantasize of kissing you. That still shocks me.
You're so gay. I can't believe I almost smooched you that time. Thank god.
Sometimes I feel as though I'm just a fat girl you poke fun at when bored.
I still feel guilty when I said you're a metrosexual and you got pissed about it.
I actually like it when you hate me and bitch about me because it makes me feel superior.
As a person, you suck!
You're so different from who I used to know. But I'm still scared that your temper will come back.
I seek your approval.
I knew we liked each other the first time we laid eyes on each other.
I'm younger than you so stop calling me kak!
Because of you, I'm beginning to dress up a bit whenever I'm going to my Addmaths tuition.
I think I'm addicted to the pain you caused me.
I blame you for making me lazy.
I love to call you up because your voice on the phone is so sexy.
I think you and Wan make a cute couple.
I wish you stop being so thick and be more responsive.
I wish I knew what to do when you say sweet things to me.
You have a nice ass. Very squishy.
When I was in London, I kept a lookout for you.
You're always right and blameless and I don't mind one bit.
I don't hate you as a person or as a friend. I hate you as my friend's boyfriend.
I can't believe you secretly read my blog.
I can't believe you're pure Malay because you don't look like it.
I used to have a crush on you when I was in Standard One.
I hate people who think only of your pretty face because you're so much more than that.
Last time, you said that you envy my life. Now, I'm saying the same thing about yours.
Sometimes I want to tell my friends that their plan is not gonna work but I just keep it to myself.
I get afraid when my suspicions is right.
I get guilty when my suspicions is right because I feel I should've done something.
I love your eyes so much, I wanted to put on eyeliner on them and take loads of pictures of them.

Whoa! This is kinda a lot! Somehow, I just couldn't stop. You all are in it obviously. Sometimes theres two about you. Sometimes three and sometimes just only one. It's pretty vague but if you think there's one that specifically is about you, then hey, tell me or something. hahaha. I hope no feelings get hurt from this. And there are a few stuff that probably shocked you. And sometimes, it truly is NOT WHAT YOU THINK. But hey, just keep an open-mind, ok?

So, I'm tagging Farisa and Miza because they're the only close friends I know who has a blog. As for now, it's 4.26 in the morning and I need my beauty sleep. Bye now.

-- I can't believe you read my blog! You even bookmarked it in your two different computers! Oh man, if you, Kak Nadia, reads my blog, I bet others pun jugak. Oh well, I'm still gonna stick to this blog so.. hmmm, read on, I guess? Ugh. I don't think I can change my blog address since I've been using it for years and for many things. So, I'm just gonna ignore this little fact and face the music. Oh well.