Excuse Me???!!!

Hello? People? I'm still alive you know? I have eyes, and a brain that actually works. 


Apparently I have a nickname called -'Leon Gn'


*roll eyes*


Facebook is a deadly thing. 


OmfG dudes, did you guys really think that Leon Gn was subtle enough? It's like FREAKING OBVIOUS!!!


Once you write something on Facebook, the whole DAMN world can see it, a**holes.


I suspect the ability of your brains. 


*roll eyes*


I'm not pissed. I just think its so damn funny that you all are writing my so-called 'nickname' thinking that I won't guess or that you all are so damn subtle?


Oh Sh*t. 


I think I just forgot what the hell I'm supposed to be saying. 


What the HE*L?!


DAMN

My Dear Chubby Pui Yan... ;]

Dear Puiyan,

I can't stand you no more... Seriously...

Look at you!!! OMG

Loving him from so FAR AWAY...

I know it's none of my business, and I know you don't really want me to butt in... But really, my patience has a slight limit...

haha~

So... I wanna tell you this:

Honey, don't just sit there and wait for the sky to fall down!

TALK to him!

I know you're shy... But... If you don't talk to him, do you expect him to TALK to YOU? O.o

If you really don't wanna talk to him face-to-face, you could do it through msn of Facebook... Its EASY. Just a simple:'hi' or ask some questions...

Don't be afraid... He can't see you, so he can't see your red cheeks... ;]

You told me that he KNOWS. Well, that makes it easier, doesn't it? If he doesn't reply, then he's not interested and you can back off... but if he is... Well, then that's another story!!! ;]

Anyways, you can ignore this... Or, you could take my advice... Either way... I wish you the best of luck!!!

With tons of LURVE...

Dark Angel
XOXOXO

Majlis Performance!!!

Yessssssss!!! MAJLIS is coming soon!!! Haha! 


Actually, there's nothing to be happy about... Except the fact that I'm performing!!! 


AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! =] 


Super Happy!!!! 


Were gonna perform as a band... Hahaha~


The songs are... 

1. Baby - Justin Bieber
2. Thunder - Boys Like Girls
3. Just the way You are - Bruno Mars

Haha. I wanna post the videos for you guys to see but i don't know how... So... heheh... Go find them yourselves! =p


So, our band members are=
Me- Guitar/ Backup Singer
J- Singer/Keyboards
A- Lead Singer
Zheng Guo- Lead Guitar
Joylene- Bass
Hew Chun Fai- Drums


Heheheheh! I'm excited. 


Will post the chords and the lyrics soon.... Please leave a comment if you wanna see it!!! ;]

Crazy Cousins!!!

I'm currently at Alor Star... All because of my mother who wants to show off at herself.... =]

So, I am currently watching my 5 year old cousin, Zi Yu, who apparently wants to be a superhero, singing 'Beat It' by the belated Michael Jackson. 

Its unbelievably ADORABLE...

And, my 1 year old girl cousin, Zi Hui, is bugging me with baby talk... Its SUPER CUTE!!!! =]

They're brother and sisters....

Haha! why are Babies so cute? All they do is sleep, poop and scream all day... If i did the same thing, I would get into major trouble... XD

Ok, might as well introduce the whole lot... (all of them are from my mother's side)

Two of the eldest... 

 Ah boy... 11 years old. Leader of the spawn of the Devils...

Chee you... 11 years old.The brains... Obviously...

Then, another one... 

Koh wayne... 9 years old... This one very LC one... =] She HATES Angel...

Then... 

 didi... 8 years old... The Emo one...

The left one. Chee Jett... 8 years old... Spawn of the Devil. But unexpectedly SMART. 

The right one.. Angelina Siva... 5 years old... Same with Zi Yu... A Chindian... Spoiled BRAT... But seriously ADORABLE... DON'T be fooled by her name... 

They get their army together during Christmas and Chinese New Year... LOL 

Here's some pics with my elder cousin sister being nanny...

Sweet huh? =]

Why? Am I that BAD? =[

Ok. It's official. No one is reading my freaking blog.

Like, DUH?!

No one  cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares.

No one cares about me.

No one cares about my blog.

No one cares about my life.

Emo- Marissa's Diary

Dear Diary, its getting so frustrating... They're on it again. 


Oh My Freaking Goodness!!! Money Money Money!!! Its all they THINK about!!! It's al they TALK about!!! Its all they FIGHT about!!! From when I came home, they were already screaming at each other.  5 hours STRAIGHT... 


I'm gonna IGNORE them. That's what I do EVERYDAY... Its kinda hard but... It's inescapable...


Ok. To blot my mind, I'm gonna summarize what happened in school today:


Actually, nothing did. We had the usual cheerleading practice, despite the monthly tests. It was boring. We just jumped around doing our usual formations. Well, Betty fell off and nearly sprained her ankle. That was slightly entertaining... =) 


Oh, the test. It was so DULL. We never studied of course. Me? A cheerleader? Study?? hahaha you gotta be kidding me. So we just copied off the nerds. There's nothing wrong with it anyway. Sharing IS caring, after all... =) 


The teacher doesn't care of course. I mean, why should they? We're the JOCKS & CHEERLEADERS! There's almost like a freaking HALO above our heads!!! Hmm mm... I wouldn't describe ALL of us as angelic... Most of the guys are immature and totally CHILDISH! *roll eyes*


Like today, during History, Jake (King Of Basketball?) tripped the Girl. THe weird Emo one. Although it was kinda funny, it was mean and so unnecessary!!! He even High-fived Mark!!! *roll eyes* 


That poor girl. Her face... It was so RED... She was obviously totally HUMILIATED... I mean, she kinda asked for it... But she doesn't really deserve it... 


She never stands up for herself... Why is that? I mean, if I got bullied, i wouldn't just shut UP. I would SCREAM at them. Ask THEM to SHUT THEMSELVES UP. 


Well, it's kinda her own problem now. NOT mine. Pity is normal. As Arissa used to say,:'We cheerleaders are ONE. No pity to freaks.' A strict warning. 


I cant ignore THAT. 


Oh GOD. I think they're throwing stuff...  Wait. I'll go check.


WHAT THE HELL???!!! What is THIS?! 


I'm crying. I'm crying. I can't stop crying. You know what I SAW? What my eyes SAW? 


Mum lying on the floor. 


Her blonde hair tangled. Covering her beautiful face. 


Dave with bloody fists. Glaring at my mother. 


My small, petite, and so fragile mother. 


I immediately flew down to my mother's side. I pushed back her curls. 


I freezed. 


My mother? What? What? WHAT??!! 


WHAT THE HELL???!!!!


The woman who lay by my knees were unconscious. 


Her beautiful face was bruised at the cheek and blood was trickling down her forehead. 


Yes. BLOOD. 


I was too shocked to feel anything. 


I turned to look at Dave. He was shaking uncontrollably. Staring at his hands. 


His bloody hands. 


He turns to look at me. I can sense the fear and guilt in his eyes. 


Nothing moves. 


Mum groans. 


Quick as a flash, Dave ran inside his room and picked up his packed bag. (WHAT?!) Avoiding us, he ran to the front door and left with a loud slam. 


I am shocked. 


He left. 


He left.


He left.


Mum groaned again. 


In an instance, my brain awoke. I looked down at my mum. I had to help her. She's my one and only relation. I MUST help her. No matter what.


I quickly ran to the kitchen and fetched a piece of cloth. I ran back to her and pressed the cloth onto her wound. I heard from somewhere that could stop the bleeding. 


As i was doing that, mum regained consciousness and her eyes fluttered open. 


'Don't call the police Marrie, it's not worth it...' 
'But I have to! He hurt you mum, he HURT you.'
'No. Take me to my bed and bring me a bottle of vodka. I need to rest and think this out.' 
'No! MUM!!! You CAN'T drink! Not in a state like this!!! You don't HAVE to think this out. It's what we can see!!!'
'Marrie. Please.' It came out as a plead. 'You know I can't do anything now... You know its the only thing I can do...' 
Tears came to her eyes. 


How could I say no to that?! Her hypnotic hazel eyes were too much. 


I took her to bed and laid her down on their... No. HER bed. She smiled faintly at me. She was very pale. 


I went to the kitchen and open the cupboard and looked for the ancient vodka mum kept for 'emergencies' such as now. I opened it and tipped half the contents out. That was the least I could do. 


When I went back inside her room, she was crying. Heartbreaking sobs that chilled me to the spine. 


I gave her the vodka bottle. She said nothing about the half emptied contents and started drinking right away. 


I sighed and backed out of the room. 


Oh my GOD. I... I'm... I'm to tired to write anymore. I think I'm suffering from shell-shock. 


I'm crying. I still am. 


WHAT CAN I DO?

Ok. To read the last post, Emo, here's the link=

Emo

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