date:
Sunday, April 15, 2007
title: another brick broken down
theme : the exies, different than you
mood : bored old Sundays
i passed my driving license. finally i'll be able to drive without ever worrying about some cop pulling me over and hand out a report to my mum. see, my mum works with the police department and though she doesn't goes on patrol, she works close to the chief which makes her the first person to be informed of any crime activity that needs to be handed out. in my case, she tends to filter out every documents that has the name "Gary" on it hoping that my other initials doesn't show up. we all break the law sometimes, i'm lucky i haven't been caught yet.
i don't know what could be worst. people spreading false news about my break up or people spreading the false news that i've got a new gal. both are lies, i'm frankly sick of it. going to class in an 8 a.m rush hour certainly makes me a cranky person and believe me, when i'm cranky i really am cranky. and before i could even step into the bus, people come to me and do the same routine " u and her broke up??" or "u got a new gal?". i know, i know, i shouldn't care what people say but honestly, there's a limit to how much bull anyone can take. from what was between 3 came to even more annoying minds that heard the news. i mean like god, yea so what? enough with all the questions. enough with all the curiosity. enough with all weird awkwardness. just deal with it, it's not like it's the first time anyone broke up before. hell, even my friends broke up but i don't even make a meal out of it. it's pitiful , i hate pitifulness and i despise anyone that fells any pity to me.
everyone's pushing me to cut my hair. reason, it's too long and it annoys the crap out of them. good...that means i'm getting a little bit of retribution. i'll continue to grow my hair till i get sick of it. Zen says it makes me look like a girl, the guys say i look like a someone who lost his way, i believe it's my hair and they don't have a say in it. i think their just jealous because they can't grow their hair longer than they should. kids, grow up or move out.
can someone please just tell Azira to stop calling me asking bout you know who. doesn't the fact that me not answering her calls the whole day mean anything? for crying out loud, i cursed myself for allowing her to know where i lived. she said she was gonna come and pick me to see Z. i know she was lying. it was 7 p.m. and i think people need to be with their family for dinner, and no i'm not being the meanie here. i'm just avoiding anyone that tries to make me socialize and talk. i'll talk when my head's clear of all that headache i've been getting from those freshies who seem to think their better than everyone. wanna be somebody, don't come to Nilai. there's nothing for you to impressed here, just trees. if you wanna be a gardener go ahead; this place is so full of green anyways. maybe you'll be able to grow some flowers and make it more colorful. don't try and be all pretending just so you can fit in a group, sooner or later someone might whack you at the cafe like that poser who lasted only a sem here. don't try and impress me either, i'm the last you should be doing that to. with the things going so far, i might even just talk to you once and pretend you didn't existed for the rest of my miserable life.
truth be told, stay the fuck away from my life.
