Story About Friends Dailies Chat
Vino G. Bastian. Melts!
Written on Wednesday, December 16, 2009 @ 5:23 AM

DON'T THINK I'M ASLEEP. I'M NOT.
But I believe I'm gonna be drooling off in half an hour's time? That has been my recent sleeping schedule. Off to sleep at 6am. Or worse, plus plus.

I feel like I've got a lot to say today. Let's just hope you guys would read it till the end. If not, I'd feel so.. stupid. All the effort put in to share my thoughts and feelings. Going down, down, down, down, down.

I actually created a Tagged account out of boredom. Great. Now whose gonna manage that? Too many accounts, too much pressure~ K, crap. I know.

Now, there's no more sister & I sleeping only at 6 am in the morning. She's busy with stuffs. And she's only not busy when it's not about him. So she'll get sleepy when it's not about him. And me, I'm the sleeping beauty. What do you expect? But these few days, I don't rest. Not even a blink of an eye. I mean, nap. Yes, not even one. I guess my boss is giving me a break from my super easy job as a sleeping beauty. -.-

Today, I hereby claim that I don't like anybody (: Okay, my English suck.

I watched Radit Love Jani for 2 times. And it was fucking awesome! Prove is, I cried each time I watched it. And I don't cry as in "aww" cry. I cry as in "no, don't leave me!" cry. 2 times! My grandpap said, "This means that if you watch it 3 times, you'll cry for 3 times. If you watch it 10 times, you'll cry for 10 times. Yeah?" And I giggled. As for my dad, he said, "cry bodoh!" Hehe. People who watch the story should know why my dad called me bodoh. Heh. My mum slept halfway because she thought it was boring. She's not fun to be with anymore. I don't like the way she is now. I want my old mummy back! Boohoo. Shuttup.

I can't believe I'm saying this but I kinda miss school. Students in the school, I mean. No. More to the Normal Academics. I'm closer to them. So yeah. Heh. No hard feelings. Anyhoos, good luck to the GCE N Level Students!~

Holiday's getting overly boring. And I have been bumping on to mat reps and hook-ups ain't exciting anymore. If you get what I mean. Boys are boys. Girls are girls. One way or another, when they get bored of each other, they'd start ditching. And the best part, he'd go.. "Oh, she's a bitch." Or maybe she'd go, "That sweet talker mother fucker? Get a life." It's always the same darn thing. And now, I'm getting tired of it. It's boring me, people! But I gotta admit, its real hard staying single after being attached like the whole time or being single but unavailable (as in, already dating) and now, I'm like totally single. No boys. I'd tend to go, "Ugh! I need a boyfriend. Please!" Or maybe, "God, he's sweet. How I wish I could have him." How weird.

Oh wells, life's a climb. But the view's great. I'm loving the feeling of being single. You get to go wherever you like without thinking of him, without informing them where you are, who your with, what time will you be calling, what time will you be back and such. No interruptions! Hee.

Naughty G really make me wide awake. It works! I was just curious. How it tasted like and since it contains caffeine, I wanted to see if it works on me! The sleeping beauty. But I didn't drink it today. I wonder why I'm still wide awake. No coffees. Coffees and I, not in good terms. We don't work well together. So, definitely not coffees.

I wanted to continue. But really, there won't be a stop. So I guess I'll stop now. Before I change my mind. I need to sleep, I'm a girl. It's not good to stay awake in the wee mornings and snoring like a pig in the late afternoons. So, yeah ~

PS: I'm missing the boys. *winks!*
Time Check: 6:04 AM.
Geez. I'm already late for my appointment!

Toodles baby angels! Sleeping time (:




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