Say CHEESEEE

WOI! Long time no write ah? Who cares anyway. I have no plot like "Julie" or fashion freak criticism but I graciously have Myself. I've been lately tuning in to Leona Lewis's new song "Happy" and yeah I figure..why not be happy? EMO MUCH but seriously, I keep on having my daily dosage of "bitter pills" and not giving the world a chance. Heh. No one's reading this right? Good.

Hell yeah 24th December. I'm determined to go arts class so I really dont care. All I care abt are man-eating adults. Now I'm slowly building a fort. Ready to endure the bombing and stuff... you know what I mean.

Sooo, twas a lovely headbanging session at mosh-mallow. Honestly, I dont really like all these screamo shit but I do like "hey, john whats you name?" for some reason. Yeah screw that.

Sekian terima kasih

WILL DO :)

a broken gate

The first thing that may pop-out in your mind might be, "Why la this woman still blogging ah?", "Tak sedar-sedar lagi ke?", "Ayyama! This girl basically has nothing to la~". I just cant resist the temptation of blogging yet. Hopefully one day, my brain will be washed with "anti-nonsense" detergent (-________-).

Have you ever felt that you fed yourself to something that you just dont belong? I have and I'm sort of AM. Not bullying okay. PLEASE dont mistake me with those people who try to reach hearts through sympathy. It's a part of me that literally consumes me. Try imagining wasting your life upon something but at the same time pleasing other people. Seeing people satisfied is what I do most because basically, I LIKE HAPPY PEOPLE :) Call me "poyo", "kerek", or any word you can think of, selagi I dont mess with your lives or owe you anything, I dont care.

I've been wanting to tell you that for a long time. Sorry for your time wastage. Told ya its for small minds.

 

the one thing I truly regret and still love   

Umm what you sayyy

Where are we?

What the hell is going on?
The dust has only begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet.
Sinking, feeling.

Spin me round again,
and rub my eyes,
This cant be happening.
When busy streets,
a mess with people would stop to hold
their heads, heavy.

Hide and seek,
trains and sewing machines
Blood and tears
they were here first.

Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well.
Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best?
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need?
You decided this.
What you say?
What did you say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talks, newspaper words cut-out.
Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you.
You dont care a bit, you dont care a bit.

Girl in Kain Batik

Once in a fairytale,
perhaps love will avail,
thought the girl in kain batik.
A convict to bail
out this peculiar jail,
what glory no one could fake.

Smiling so sweet,
skipped a heart beat,
still loving each single day.
But love begin to haze
to lure a shard blaze,
now everything seems au fait.

Gone are the candy hearts,
left with a thousand darts,
killing every memorable note.
Alas, she's such a card
hurrying for a depart,
oh can she catch the boat?

The project

It was like few days ago when Mr. Mario gave us this task to do. He picked some students to be the leader for each KH group presentation about "bloody konsumerisme". I was talking so happily with some dude near me and suddenly my name was called. As usual I was blurr and kelam-kabut asking what was it all about. Then I was like " HAA?!". So yeah. Mimie was so eager to be in my group and so I had to invite Sara in. Then Ben. Then Nazri. Then Hairol. Then Muthu. Yey my group completed. I thought ok fine we'll do the normal mahjong paper thingy but then Hairol said " NO! Thats too boring. I wanna do shooting". I agreed. So we planned goin to Curve. Yeah. Seperti biasa more nonsense than work. Sempat tengok movie somemore. We did something la but during the shooting Ben was being such an arse. He kept zooming in and out with the camera and I was bending down in the scene, SO you can see lurah of my two fun bags which was very disturbing.
"BEN, YOU SWINE!" I bellowed. So then Hairol said we'll do again next time.


A day after that we all went to "Hairol's Crib" excluding the swine and Muthu. He's house is so damn cool. We watched snippets of a few movies. I kept squealing at the violent parts as I do not frequently watch Pg18 movies. Sara and Nazri were loving each on the other couch(HAHA), Hairol and Mimie were happily bertengkar-ing over some silly thing and I was curled up alone hugging a small pillow focusing on the movie. After that, we then started the project again. We did about Mac and Pc. Mimie's a voter of Mac while I voted for Pc. Mimie then kept whinning about she doesnt want to be on camera because of her looks or something. She pratically does that evryday; but that day I just had enough of it.

Mimie: Why not I do the shooting? I dont wanna be on camera.

Sara: Nono, I'll be shooting. Its my camera.

Hairol: Yeah, Nazri will be Mac and I will be PC. Only you and Raimi left.

MIMIE: But I dont wanna be on camera! Please, let me shoot.

ME: MIMIE BOLEH TAK JUST EXCEPT WHO YOU ARE?! AND YOU'RE NOT UGLY!

silence

Hairol: Ok lets do this. Nazri you go over there..etc

I felt guilty for being so harsh on Mimie. Rite after the shoot she went back home. After that we went strolling around the golf course. Hairol pulak felt it was his fault for making Mimie upset. I tried convincing him its not his fault, its mine. Then we sampai this pondok at the course and talked about stuff. Nazri with Sara la ofcourse. Hairol and I went back to his house. the two lovebirds took a long time to get back. Hairol being his horny-self.

Hairol: Oh they must be f*cking each other there. (making orgasm sounds)

ME: Shut up la Hairol. You think so negatively.


Now Mimie doesnt do that a lot. LOVE YA MIMERSLEY :)

wake up

one question. why do we try sooooooooooo hard being who we're not? at the end you'll sooner or later get your knickers in a twist. padan muka

Real badass lyrics. Listen

words

Look at me,
I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree;
And I feel like I'm clinging to a cloud,
I cant understand
I get misty, just holding your hand

Walk my way
And a thousand violins begin to play,
Or it might be the sound of your hello,
That music I hear,
I get misty whenever you're near

Cant you see that you're leading me on?
And it's just what I want you to do,
Don't you notice how hopelessly
I'm lost
Thats why I'm following you

On my own
When I wander through this wonderland alone,
Never knowing my right foot from my left
My hat from my glove
I'm too misty, and too much in love

Too misty,
And too much
In love

Penat, malas

Penat to layan all crappy stuff. Malas to listen to all sort of lies. Penat to think of that person. Malas to cry over anything. Penat to study. Malas to create problems. Penat to fake my smile. Malas to make people unhappy. Penat to adjust myself with my surroundings. Malas to feel uncomfortable. Penat to update this blog. Malas to see it dull. P.S: I'm sorry for the past post. I know its lame, so is this.

Hello there earthlings!

I come in peace. Well, its my first blog ya people. The reason I'm doing this is because I'm kinda gettin bored with Myspace and no one practically reads your profile so why not creating a blog? Excuse my 'noobyness' on doing this blog thingy will yah? So yeah, I'll only get to update for atleast once a week or so cause my pc's crashed and I can only use my bro's lappie top which only is available during the weekends. Blogs are like diaries riteee? SPLENDID! Ehhm, what else do you want to know? Oh yeah, I'm 15 and I'm a girl. The name's Raimi. Pretty awesome eyyhh? (-___-). I am a random jackass freak by the way. I get hyper for no reason at times. yeah. Umm, what else ah? Oh, and i LOVEEEEEEEE jazz and 60's music. I'm quite an oldie you see. Not really la but I get influenced by my mom a lot. and somehow I like her type her of music. and it seems to be my favourite genre too :) I like the Tempations, the Carpenters, Frank Sinatra, George Benson, Ella Fitzgerald and other very inspiring musicians in that era. Futhermore, I get high when I'm with my close pals. Seriously. I'd laugh so hard while hitting a table. It hurts my tummy and cheek muscles but I like laughing. SO BE IT. One more thing you should know is, I ABSOLUTELY DETEST SMOKING. Please dont smoke. You know the consequences rite? SAVE YOUR SOULS FOR HEAVEN SAKE. Thats all lah. No more crap from the granny for now. So long now!