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Nasyiba Sahari :D
17/09
I'm a 15-years old goodie, I don't litter :B but I don't pick up litter. I eat whenever I feel like it. I have a disfigured left pinky *gasps* and I suffer hair and eyelash loss. I go gaga over almost everything. Studying in Commonwealth Secondary School,I have the WEALTH values:D. I'm in CSS Malay Dance. A dancer, I am, and forever will be! I'm a zombie in the morning but I'm stupendous at night. If I were the president, I would turn everyone into human owls so we can enjoy night time((: I sing almost every time to express the happenings in life, but I can be random too. I can get emotional and dramatic at times, but my mind holds loads of crap when I'm high. I do bitch-talking when I feel the need to be honest. I'll be nice enough to ignore if you ain't nice, but nicer if you're nice and nicest if you're nicer. I'm NOT unfriendly. shy? oh, very! oh, add me on facebook & msn : nash_oops@hotmail.com :D
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Friday, April 18, 2008

step emo jek.


scary and emo. :D


this week, everyday got mood swing. aiyoyoii.

mofo!

I got new rule in my blog.

you all can read. but NEVER EVER ASK ME ABOUT MY POSTS.

POEMS AND EMO STUFF. never ask me why. kalau ade yang tanye, nanti aku tukar url. okay.



aku makin sedih pasal tk dpt bebual ngan die tht much.

k I hope this explains it all.

I hate you - you make me miss you.

I love you - you're one of the most meaningful persons in my life.

I miss you - long time no talk lah dungu!

ey? mcm rhyme ehk.

thursday, I walked all the way home. btol! tk caye sudah~.

at first ingat nak take bus from the bus stop jauh siket,

beh da emo gile babi, walk.

to west coast food centre there is a 25 mins walk.

to home, 1 hr+ walk. damn tiring, but fun!

otw, near the bungalows tu sumer, nampak ular siol~.

tk cayerr. teros jln cpat2. tk besar sngt uh, I think harmless uh.

die nampak aku, buat dek je.

lime green colour like tht.

then tnampak this pokok tngah emo ngan aku.

and true eh, sometimes some things just emo with me.

like langit, pagi2 da hujan.

and that tree.

and I saw Qifa Pri! finallayy.

emo bnyk, this week. really, alot.

cb! idk, I'm like hating almost everyone.

people come and go so fast. or change, I'd rather.

I list them according to paling meaningful eh.

paham ahk?

A - mcm suke carik pasal ngan aku this week. bnyk kali oi. and it's like, I'm no one to die.

B - da lame tk jumpe, tk bebual.

C - bunge like farrrk, baru gaduh.

D - make me laugh. tapi doesnt know me tht well.

E - same mcm C

F - the way die ketawe, irritates me sometimes.



I dont know ler, heish. maybe it's me. yang gile ni.

I'm starting to hate friends.

mcm nak tukar skola pon ade. heeh, gile eh syiba?

waktu emo dlm class, I looked everywhere.

ntah. I just hoped I wasnt there.

no one took notice of me gitu.

idk! like, I'm in my own emo world, and their in their own 'fantasy-like' world.

zhongping lagi rabak.

smlm pekik pat die.

kicked my kaki twice, ingat free kape, cb.



and yes I got tht feeling again.

terpinggir, tersingkir. haiyoyoii.

like tkde orang kesah pasal aku.

like a nobody.



all I have are questions. no answers to them. even you, you don't have the answers to them. you only add more.

why?



oh. I cried in class. thrice this week, no one noticed.

I pretended that my eyes were itchy, but I was actually wiping those tears.



you know God. I wake up everyday starting my day with a prayer.

praying for you to take me away. far far away. without these people here.

I get out of this place each morning hoping it's the last time I'm here.

I look at their faces hoping it's the last time I talk to them.

I cross those roads on the streets hoping for a car to knock me down.

but you want me to go on. to hold on to life.

why.

oh, aku buat poem for Mama. lupe nak masokkan dalam USB ni.

tsk.



ok, bye. [ I know, you're starting to hate me, aren't you? ]


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