Sometimes it's difficult to tackle the highest priorities. This is true, because it's true, this sucks. Yesterday I was thinking about boyfriend-I know this is random. Then, dang. Wouldn't it be great if I were to have a POA teacher as my boyfriend. Woah, this sounds gross and somewhat wrong, but if its going to pull my POA from a U to an A1, then I will forget the world and just go ahead. Ha-ha. Sometimes I don't know how my mind works.
Oh yes. That reminds me. Which really doesn't link to what I've said earlier. Well, ha-ha. For all you lovely most beautiful souls out there who thinks I'm a mixed, please, let me just correct you. I am a malay. I'm not a mixed at all. My past generation does not consist of any Arab blood at all. It's a wonder actually, why when I tell people that I'm a pure malay, they will go "serious??!?!?!" with the expression that really says " what a big fat liar ". I mean, who lies about their race, who? Some say I look like a malay. Some people thinks I've got 1 million mixed blood. Some people, just keep wondering. So here. I've made it clear. Please, do not give me the "BFL" expression, ever again. It's kind of like pissing me off. On another note, maybe I should be glad that people always keep wondering. For the unfortunate soul who doesn't read my blog and miss this precious part out, I am going to kill you if you tell me Im not a malay. For the last and final time in my life, I AM A PURE MALAY. Isn't it clear just by my name? Athirah Bte Abdul Rahman. Okay. I don't wanna give out my whole name. It's scary. Laughs. Yes you don't have to rub it in. My name will be on the "history of the world's most common names". My name, has a very very very VERY profound meaning. You have to look way beneath the surface. When I found out the deep meaning of it which my mother thought of, I'm glad to be called Athirah. I'm proud to be a pure malay. I am.
To this someone, you should be thankful that I don't say out your name and disgrace about you here. I'm kind enough to actually hide your identity. And bitch, yes I'm referring to you. How I live my life, seriously concerns no shit out of you. I have my own originalities which I don't think I wanted to copy other people's style. Who are you to tell everyone that I copied your style? Oh really? You're talking about that but look at yourself, you have no originalties at all. Wake up, girl. You're such a pain in the ass. You see, Im all against bloody people not being original and all, so i'll really appreciate it if you could just stop spreading rumours. Well, it isnt. I said, I hate people who doesn't have originality. You're so naive you even steal someone originalty and tell others that I'm the one who copied yours. How degrading can that be to oneself? Don't try to cover up. Just admit that you told everyone around you spreading rumours about me. Double Duh, just accept the fact that you don't have originality. A middle finger for you, bitch.
Dear Boyfriend, the pain you have caused me is unbearable. Everyday, every moment that goes by I think of you. My brain tells me to give up, but my heart says I can't stop loving you. I spend all day dreaming of the moment you would call to say you feel the same way. As much as I try to pretend, the truth is, I can't stop loving you. I don't know how to stop. I never knew loving someone could hurt this bad. We have hurt each other in ways we promised we never would. But whatever it is, the love in my heart for you will never change. I still love you and want you to have the best of life. Love you always, darl.
This post...is long and draggy and so wordy. This is boring.
Seems like I cannot leave my pc all alone. Really. I guess I will be updating every Friday of the week and MAYBE weekends? How about that? Well, simple reason. I dont want my blog to be really dead. So, I had social studies class earlier today for two periods. I got restless during the last hour and my eyelids started "dying". If there's one thing you must know about me, is that I'm kind of suck in social studies. And Maths. But thats an exception for now. I have a feeling I am going to rock at Maths with the help of teacher. But people cannot help it for social studies. This week has been one hell of a ride for me. Assignments were literally flowing, some of which I lost control, kind of. This weekend, will be much of a rest for me. it will. and that means my dark circles will become less prominent. Okay enough said. I think I've had enough of school this week.
