Another example why society is fucked up

22/07/2009

I might be wrong but this is what i have noticed.

I have been very open about makeup. Yes i like makeup. Makeup is somewhat my hobby. Do i want to be a makeup artist? No i do not. It’s a hobby.

Other then that, I’m also open about me, wearing makeup. I don’t wear anything out of norm. All i wear is foundation and finishing dust and some mint color corrector to erase redness.

Do i wear eyeshadows?

No.

Do i wear eyeliner?

No. In any case, there’s plenty of guys wearing eyeliner also known as guyliner.

Do i wear any lip products?

Yes, Neutrogena’s lip balm because we practically sit hours in an air conditioning room and the air gets dry and my lips crack and bleed.

Do i wear feminine kind of clothing?

No.

Do i wear feminine colors?

No. I wear black, top to toe to school almost everyday.

Yes my behavior and liking in certain stuff might not be the same like the others. I don’t like sports. I don’t like listening to rock songs. I prefer Marie Digby or Katy Perry. I like makeup. Though there are some things that are somewhat boy-ish in nature. I like playing games. I like photography. I like technology related stuff pertaining to Apple Inc. That’s all that i can think of at the moment.

My point is that, I’m not some kind of a full blown transexual who totally dedicated to his(?)/her life to feminine stuff.

WHY IS THERE AN IDIOT WHO IS TREATING ME DIFFENTLY?

JUST BECAUSE I’M DIFFERENT?

FOR GOD’S SAKE, I’M PRETTY MUCH NORMAL.

Well that is debatable. My voice is naturally high. What do you expect when i was in Soprano for 4 years in secondary school? I might be gentle but i don’t walk with my hand in that feminine kind of way you know. I am quite soft i usually do not resort to violence.

Guess who is treating me diffrently, a teacher. Yes one of my teachers at school.

You might be wondering, UNBELIEVABLE. PERHAPS, YOU MISUNDERSTOOD THE SITUATION BECAUSE THE TEACHER DIDN’T GIVE YOU SOME LOVE AND DIDN’T ASK YOU STUFF LIKE “OHH NAZRI HOW IS YOUR WORK COMING ALONG?”

Fuck you and fuck that teacher very much. I know what i see.

Yes a teacher who is supposedly a role model for students. On a random sidenote, sometimes i feel like i’m going to school at an ITE instead of polytechnic. The attitude of the students disgust me to the bottomest pit of my stomach.

I am pretty much very mad. This is an unbeliavable. All i can think of at the moment is decapitating that teacher’s head.

I would gladly put the teacher’s name here but some other teacher know my blog and i don’t feel like i want to create a fiasco out of this like lastime with the Sherine Wong case.

Incase some of you don’t know, there was a teacher named Sherine Wong in my secondary school and i wrote that i don’t like her on my blog ONLY. No insults. Just a sentence that i don’t like her. She found my blog. Report my blog to the principal, disciplinary master, counsellor.

She thinks i’m a teenager filled with angst. *Roll eyes* Hence the counsellor. I didn’t get any punishment because i did nothing wrong.

//Insider’s Secret.

She got mad that i didn’t got punished and she went up to the principal asking for punishment for me but the principal can’t because as i mentioned before, i did NOTHING wrong. I merely wrote my opinion that i hate her.

Anyways, the entire school knew about the situation and i was in the limelight for a week or so.  They made me remove that blog entry and i was sent for counselling. That is the LOL part of it. I still have the that particular entry somewhere on my spare hard disk just that i don’t have a computer to hook it up. And the other ‘punishment’ was that, they made me sign a contract stating, I shall not write about my secondary school teachers anymore on my blog until i am graduated. YES THAT IS ANOTHER ‘LOL’ Part.

You see the drama i went through? *roll eyes*

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Piano

23/07/2008

I miss playing the piano so bad.

I wish i had a grand piano. And proper grading for my piano skills.

I want to be in NAFA.

Did i say how much i love Marié Digby’s song?

Her songs are different from other singers.

Typical singers will use any words in their song as long as they fit and the words rhyme. Unlike Marié Digby’s song, you are able to relate to all the songs one way to another. Every line make sense.

And off course she has a great voice.

For me, a good song is a song when I’m able to relate to it.

“Being so afraid to some someone else my imperfection” 

Snippet of Unfold - Marié Digby.

Aren’t we all scared to show our imperfections? I am at least whether i like it or not.

I just cried-.- I was reading about my older post and i suddenly remembered all about you-.-

WHORE. I HATE THIS. LEAVE ME ALONE.

My previous hard disk crashed. Every single memory of you is pretty much…gone.

I miss journal period in secondary school where by i can pour out anything and i know that someone will read it whether they like it or not.

It’s because it can’t happen. It’s because no one could comprehend it. It’s because i thought i was out of the game.

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What do i really want?

16/07/2008

Avez-vous le savez, j’ai été ravie que vous l’avez fait.
Avez-vous le savez, j’ai juré que je n’ai jamais été jamais l’effacer?
Saviez-vous que je suis totalement fou au cours de cette?
Avez-vous le savez, je ne peux pas arrêter de penser à ce sujet?
Je ne sais pas ce que je veux avec vous.
Mais tout ce que je sais, c’est que j’ai besoin de toi.
De quoi s’agit-il?
Suis-je trompé?
D’autres vous, je veux aussi.
Je veux vous deux.
Je viens de l’impression d’être tenue.
S’il vous plaît, je ne veux pas répéter l’histoire.

It’s french by the way. Don’t we all love a little bit of mystery? 
I am so confused. 

Marié Digby – Stupid For You.

It’s not everyday
That I find a person quite like you
Perfect every way
I finally found the nerve to confess that it’s you – that I want
I don’t care if I act a fool
I would damn near beg for you
Set aside, all my pride
So don’t keep me hanging here

 

Behind closed doors, we cried. Under the watchful eyes we lied.

I wonder if anyone is smart enough to decipher that.

Son: Mummy, it’s raining. We need the umbrella.
Mummy: Ohh no it’s not raining. We don’t need the umbrella. 

Every single thing that i typed has a hidden meaning.

This post is boring.

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