My mind is officially swithched off.

It's too hard.

I'm done with thinking.

Especially about you.

Thinking is so yesterday.

Let's all be impulsive.

Lets.

Spooky pookie

There was a case in one hospital's Intensive Care ward where patients always died in the same bed, on Sunday morning, at about 11 a.m., regardless of their medical condition.

This puzzled the doctors and some even thought that it had something to do with the supernatural. No one could solve the mystery... as to why the deaths occurred around 11 a.m. on Sundays.

So a World-Wide team of experts was assembled to investigate the cause of the incidents. The next Sunday morning, a few minutes before 11 a.m., all doctors and nurses nervously wait outside the ward to see for themselves what the terrible phenomenon was all about. Some were holding wooden crosses, prayer books and other holy objects to ward off the evil spirits.

Just when the clock struck 11... Pookie Johnson, the part-time Sunday sweeper, entered the ward and unplugged the life support system so that he could use the vacuum cleaner.


p/s: Jokes and friends are the only reasons I'm smiling now.

I am sorry, and you should be too.

Sometimes, some people just hurt us the way that we can never easily forget, and forgive.


Even though the mouth says 'Yes, I forgive you' but the heart says 'I can never forgive you. You will repeat the same mistake, again and again and again.'


The heart is a delicate organ, and damages it receives will cause a permanent scar. And the scar never heals.


It's even harder when someone else is trying to heal the scar, rather than the person causing it. I'm not unfaithful, and never will I be, but I am also not strong. One day, I might fall apart and someone else will pick me up. Someone else.


Lately my mind has been everywhere. All I think about is how you are treating me, and how I might be treated if I had chosen someone else. I am not being proud or over-confident, as I know my place. But everyone longs for a loving relationship, and I am no exception.


But I still have one more chance to spare. Prove to me that you are the person I thought you were. Prove to me that you are worthy of my time and love. Prove to me that I was right, choosing you in the first place.









Because I'm scared too, that I might have been be wrong.

...............

I am sick of you.


Sincerely,
Pikah.

Perutku cakap K.E.D.A.H, and he's rude!

Perut: Hoi! Hang bodoh ka apa.

Pikah: Awatnya?

Perut: Yang dok melantak V dari smalam pasaipa?

Pikah: Aku kena buat esaimen la. Banyak tak siap lagi ni!

Perut: Ya la, sampai breakfast pon, first thing in the morning hang dah melantak menatang alah tu. Sakit la aku, ngok. Tak reti bahasa ka.

Pikah: Tapi aku ngantuk. Kena bangun pagi buat esaimen. Satgi petang aku keja.

Perut: Smalam sapa suruh minum V banyak sangat. Padan muka takleh tidoq.

Pikah: Dah esaimen tak siap lagi...

Perut: Dah tak siap lagi, yang gedik dok pi tulis entry blog ni pasaipa?

Pikah: ............

I refuse to know the date!

It's sad when I think about going back to Malaysia for good.

However the other half is jumping in delight thinking about all the yummy food I could swallow once I find my feet on the Malaysian ground. Not to mention being able to see my loving family after two whole years.

But then again, leaving close peeps here in Auckland makes me sad. I won't deny that I HEART Auckland. Everytime I realize what is the date of the day, my heart sinks. Damn. One day closer.

Ah, mixed feeling. Now I'm working my ass out, 1: To earn extra money for end-of-year-last-NZ-trip. 2: To avoid myself crying over the littlest things, like, yeah, going back to Malaysia for good, and whatnot.

And leaving Mr. Katayama alone, to fend for himself, I'm really worried. I mean, REALLY.

He never eats on time. Never sleeps on time. Never wakes up on time.

Everything needs reminding.

I lost count of how many times I told him, "I'm not your Mom. Grow up, please."

But then again, some people are just not perfect, and their little imperfection is what makes them perfect for us. No? Yes? You decide.

I'll surely miss his random 'gas bomb' when I'm not here.

I'll surely remember his 'sleezy face' when I'm not here.

I'll surely miss his stupid jokes when I'm not here.

And I'll surely remember him, the most. THE MOST.

p/s: More than once, I thought about cloning him. Yes, make a clone. That would be nice (who cares about illegal?). Or if everything else fails, I'll just kidnap the poor guy. Maybe no one will notice. Fingers crossed.

Am I a dead bride?

Halloween is almost here.

Next week, to be exact.

But we had an early celebration cuz next week is Exam week!!!!

We dressed up, ate some yummilicious food, played games and chat.

It was a fun night, except for the fact that we turned up at 9pm and no one was there although the event was supposed to start at 8pm!

Well, eventually it started at almost 10pm.

I didn't have enough time to prepare my nails and just go without them, although I supposed to have plenty of time considering that it started at 10pm.

Haih.

My costume was not complete, but I think last night was really fun.

Looking at other people dressing up was fun as well! =)

I went as the corpse bride, and Mr. Katayama went as Sack Boy from the game Little Big planet.

It was an awesome night, but we retreated early (1am!!!) cuz we were all sooo tired, while most of the guests stayed for a horror movie. Will surely remember that night! =P

thou shall not make me a BITCH

Title was directed to no one in particular. Well, on second thought,perhaps, it's directed to life itself.

Just thought that, perhaps I need to stop being so angry at the littlest things. People are starting to say I'm 'garang' and 'grumpy'. Definitely not a god sign.

Mr. Katayama taught me a lot of things. When I was shouting and screaming and kicking when I lost my bucks, he calmly said "Sabar. Mungkin ada kat mana2. Bila kita carik, slalu tak jumpa. Bila kita tak carik nanti, dia datang. Sabar. Tuhan nak uji". When I answered"But y me? I lost money when I'm broke, and I got lots of work to do, n plus kena keja pagi2 sebab takdak duit bayar sewa. Tak aci la. Semua aku ja" He replied "Ada hikmah ni. Kalau la betul ada org ambik, halalkan je la. Nak buat mcm mana". And then he went to cook chicken chop for my dinner. Which was a really good way to distract me from my public amok. And I started to think, "Kalau aku ngamuk bnyak2 pon, bukan duit tu datang balik." Betul la, kan? So halalkan je la.

He also taught me that "Sometimes, Xbox is MORE important than tuan punya Xbox." Ajak keluar, nak maen game. Ajak makan, nak maen game. Ish. Kenapa aku mesti beli Xbox kat dia?????

Tahniah la kepada beliau.

Duniaku sekarang macam2. Aku nak balikMalaysia ja. Get out of all of these. Escape.

S.H.I.T. It ain't pretty.

My life is officially fucked up.

I just realized I lost 50 bucks just now.

I have 2 assignments due soon which I haven't even started yet.

I don't have enough money to pay my rent next week.

I sleep at 2am, wake up at 6am and go to work at 7am.

My parents are mad at me cuz I haven't called them in 3 weeks.

My boyfriend would rather play FIFA10 rather than talk to me.

So yes, I think I'm pretty fucked up now.