duh...

duh, you're all fake, aren't you.. :( i have no REAL viewers. the only real viewers are my mom, cousin and boyfriend. the rest of you go straight to the eye candy post.

oh well, beggars can't be choosers. :)

OH MY GOSH

I HAVE LOST THE ABILITY TO PUT COLOURS IN THE WORDS OF MY BLOG!!! AND I CAN'T CHANGE FONT SIZE EITHER!!!!!

that's the two things my blog stands for... :(

DAMN YOU BLOGSPOT!! GIVE ME BACK MY POWERSSSSS

flabbergasted

i think i've posted before with this title.. or could that be on the other blogs i so horribly abandoned?

haha

anyway,

as you can see in my chatbox (psst! it's on your right) and these nice people say such flattering things about my blog.

this little nagging part of me worries that it's not real people on the other end :S nono, not as in ghosts. but like... computer generated?

like one time, my friend told me to add "spleak" on msn. well, little did i know Spleak was a program. she sent IMs and asked questions, answered questions, the whole package.

haha, funny to say

the only question she did not answer was

"are you real?"

ok back to the main point here.

my kind viewers, are you real? :)

Mieza, you asked on the theme of my blog.

i so humbly ask, did you mean the layout? cause that's from blogger itself :)

the theme as in what i write/blog about,

well, that's kinda... part of me.

okay, for the first time ever, i'll explain my blog.

So here's the thing:

1. I love colours, so i add lots of colours to my post... but now, blogger's being mean to me and won't let me post in colour... odd eh? (as you can see, my previous post on "if life were like glee" has only one colour. i know i know.. BO-RING! i'm tryna fix it, okay?? :S hopefully this post will be in colour..!
2. speaking of adding colour, i usually do that when i'm done typing. it's easier. You get to check for mistakes, cause you're re-reading it again, and you get to get in touch with your creative, artistic side. heck, it's fun!
3. words all clumped together spells BORING. (omigosh, a thousand english teachers just rolled over!) so i like to play around a little with where i put my words. on the left, right, middle, in a list
4. a picture holds a thousand words. so with all the pictures i put up on my blog, IT'S A LONG BLOG :D
5. i feel really bad for taking pictures off the net and posting them up here... THEY'RE NOT MINE!! well, cept of course for the photos i edited... the paint program is fun! yes, that is me.
6. i like green, and thanks to the layout, hummingbirds are growing on me :)
7. sizes of words (or fonts) also play a big role. they help you convey tone, sorta. and they put emphasis on stuff :D

yea well that's pretty much it. :) simple.

mieza, i hope you aren't some whacko computer program, because you sound so nice!

big hugs for you!

if life were like glee

i won't post about it here, duh... but something bad has happened. and i haven't been able to sleep. i feel like kurt... haunted.

my cousin gave me the entire Speak Now album

um (yes, i've recently become a taylor swift fan)

i'm singing my lungs out now, it's one of the only ways to deal with my problems.

So here's to all you tormented, bullied people out there. SING!

These are lyrics for "Better Than Revenge" by Taylor Swift. i had fun with this song. i wish i had guts to put up a cover. :S

Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did

Ha, Time for a little revenge
Verse:
The story starts when it was hot and it was summer
And, I had it all; I had him right there where I wanted him
She came along, got him along, and let's hear the applause
She took him faster than you can say sabotage
I never saw it coming, nor did I suspected it
I underestimated just who I was dealing with
She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum
She underestimated just who she was stealing from

[Chorus]
She's not a saint and she's not what you think
She's an actress, Whoa
But she's better known for the things that she does
On the mattress, Whoa
Soon she's gonna find
Stealing other people's toys on the playground
Won't make you many friends
She should keep in mind,
She should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge, Ha

[Verse]
She lives her life like it's a party and she's on the list
She looks at me like I'm a trend and she's so over it
I think her ever present frown is a little troubling
And, she thinks I'm psycho
Cause I like to rhyme her name with things, but
Sophistication isn't what you wear, or who you know
Or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go
Oh they didn't teach you that in prep school
So it's up to me
But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity
(think about what you did)
[Chorus]
She's not a saint and she's not what you think
She's an actress, Whoa
She's better known for the things that she does
On the mattress, Whoa
Soon she's gonna find
Stealing other people's toys on the playground
Won't make you many friends
She should keep in mind,
She should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge, Ha ha

[Bridge]
I'm just another thing for you to roll your eyes at honey
You might have him, but haven't you heard
I'm just another thing for you to roll your eyes at honey
You might have him, but I always get the last word
Whoa

[Chorus]
She's not a saint and she's not what you think
She's an actress, Whoa
She's better known for the things that she does
On the mattress, Whoa
Soon she's gonna find
Stealing other people's toys on the playground
Won't make you many friends
She should keep in mind,
She should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge,

And do you still feel like you know what you're doing,
Cause I don't think you do, Oh
Do you still feel like you know what you're doing
I don't think you do, I don't think you do
Let's hear the applause
C'mon show me how much better you are
See you deserve some applause
Cause you're so much better
She took him faster than you can say sabotage

and here's another one...

these are lyrics to "Mean" by Taylor Swift.

You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me,
You, have knocked me off my feet again,
Got me feeling like I’m nothing.
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I’m wounded.
You, pickin’ on the weaker man.

Well you can take me down,
With just one single blow.
But you don’t know, what you don’t know,

Someday, I’ll be living in a big old city,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides,
And your walk by lies and your humiliation
You, have pointed out my flaws again,
As if I don’t already see them.
I walk with my head down,
Trying to block you out cause I’ll never impress you
I just wanna feel okay again.

I bet you got pushed around,
Somebody made you cold,
But the cycle ends right now,
You can’t lead me down that road,
You don’t know, what you don’t know

Someday, I’ll be, living in a big old city,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?

And I can see you years from now in a bar,
Talking over a football game,
With that same big loud opinion but,
Nobody’s listening,
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things,
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can’t sing.

But all you are is mean,
All you are is mean.
And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life,
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

But someday, I’ll be, living in a big old city,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean. Yeah,
Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so ?
Someday, I’ll be, living in a big old city,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean. Yeah,
Someday, I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me,
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean.
Why you gotta be so mean?

Yes, i know most of it is taylor swift, but her new album spells me, and i can't resist a song that has empowering lyrics...

here's one that i've loooveddd for a long time now
it's "Haunted" by Taylor Swift. it seems to SPELL ME right now...

[Verse 1]
You and I walk a fragile line
I have known it all this time
But I never thought I'd live to see it break
It's getting dark and its all too quiet
And I can't trust anything now
And its comin' over you like its all a big mistake

Holding my breath, won't lose you again
Something's made your eyes go cold


[Chorus]
Come on, come on don’t leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted
Come on, come on don’t leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Can’t breathe whenever you’re gone
Can’t turn back now, I’m haunted


[Verse 2]
Stood there and watched you walk away
From everything we had
But I still mean every word I said to you
He will try to take away my pain
And he just might make me smile
But the whole time I'm wishin' he was you instead

Oh, oh, holding my breath, won't see you again
Something keeps me holding on to nothing

[Chorus]
Come on, come on don’t leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Something's gone terribly wrong, you're all I wanted
Come on, come on don’t leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Can’t breathe whenever you’re gone
Can’t turn back now, I’m haunted


[Bridge]
I know, I know, I just know
You're not gone, you can't be gone
No


[Chorus]
Come on, come on don’t leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Something's gone terribly wrong
Won't finish what you started
Come on, come on don't leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
Can’t breathe whenever you’re gone can’t go back
I’m haunted


Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You and I walk a fragile line
I have known it all this time
Never ever thought I'd see it break
Never thought I'd see it

ah yes.

i was in the car with my mom, and we heard this song play on the radio. I found it so hard to fight back the tears that welled in my eyes.

it's "Brokenhearted Me" by Anne Murray

Every now and then I cry
Every night you keep stayin' on my mind
All my friends say I'll survive
It just takes time

CHORUS
But I don't think time is gonna heal this broken heart
No I don't see how it can if it's broken all apart
A million miracles could never stop the pain
Or put all the pieces together again
No I don't think time is gonna heal this broken heart
No I don't see how it can while we are still apart
And when you hear this song
I hope that you will see
That time won't heal a broken-hearted me

Every day is just the same
Playin' games, different lovers, different names
They keep sayin' I'll survive
It just takes time

CHORUS


Time won't heal a broken-hearted me

yes, i know it's an oldie. but oldies rock... they're so meaningful.

if life were like Glee, i'd be singing these out to YOU. and i want to, no doubt.

sadly, we aren't in glee, we're in real life.

so i just have to suck it up.

ICK!

Painful goodbyes

My standings

i was studying history (sejarah) for the finals tomorrow, and i got so pissed off by it i went on paint to draw a graph...

Graph showing level of :) against subjects

i hope you teachers see what i (and probably many others) go through...

exam's tomorrow!

parents don't know this, but when they're so worked up about their children's exams, their child automatically feels pressured. for me, i feel like if i don't get good marks, then i'm letting everyone down.

so, a word of advice,
yes, mum i know you read my blog...

JUST RELAX!