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Monday, February 06, 2006
Valentines Day
The time has come again. It's Valentines Day in a weeks time. Now , after experiencing ONE Valentines Day, i feel it is over rated. Dealers raise the price of roses, chocolates, and gifts that consist of stuffed toys and shiny stuff. Valentines Day is just another day of the year, it isn't a special day for people to give gifts to their girlfriends . You know what? I find it incredibly stupid ( i find myself incredibly idiotic as well) to celebrate this day as if its special. People can give stuff to their partners at any time they want, not just valentines day.

You can now see the price of roses sky rocketing as we approach Valentines Day. All them florists are taking the chance to increase the prices, knowing there are idiots that are gonna buy them at high quantities and price. There are sum idiots who goes and buy 99 roses at a time. I kinda pity those idiots now that i've gone through just a fraction of what they must be feeling when they are buying the roses. There also those shops that sells special valentines day chocolates which costs a bomb. People might think Valentines day is a romantic day, i think it's a day that has been too commercialise.

Thankfully ( i dont know yet, but i think i should be thankfull) , it's on a Tuesday this year, meaning i don't need to be seeing them couples hugging/kissing/gropping/being all horny at the shopping complexes, i'll be seeing them at school. At least it wouldn't ruin a nice day out to movies. Speaking of movies, is fearless good? I've asked other people, and they say it's a great movie, fitting enough to be Jet li's last (action) movie.

Currently, I'm typing with a mild case of food poisoning. I'm still feeling sick, and tired, and i still have a few more homework to complete. There are so many things i want, but will ever get them? All it take is hardwork ( and time) . Today was kinda sickening... Going to recess with the sick feeling, and with the toilets finally being repaired, i have no choice but to vomit in any drain. By the time recess was over, i was feeling better,having the thought of Liverpool losing bringing up my spirits. The thought of Southampton being held to a draw bringing it down. Sometimes, i wonder if i shoul have supported the Toffees...

Ah yes, now i remember what i was thinking earlier! The prom which is so called awaited by everybody. I don't see the hype in this either. I don't think the prom would be as extrevengant as those that you see on TV. Heck, i don't have a drivers license yet, how am i gonna bring my prom date to the place? As would many other people, they would have to be ferried over by their parents. Yea, I'm going, but i don't think i'll see the point to asking for a date. Are they gonna be serving liquor? Guess not, just plain water or juice. A few of the only reasons i'm going is that i want to see whats so great about it, and i want to see the band perform.

I guess not many people,( if there is in the first place) visits my blog, so here goes :-



PN NORSHAM IS A BLOODY DICTATOR THAT SHOULD JUST BURN IN HELL.

I don't think she cares about the students anymore, just wanting to win the Sekolah Harapan shit. Who cares if we win? Well, if we lose, that shitbag is going to blame it on the students, saying that " pelajar-pelajar semakin tidak menjadi ". Heck, if we are to be the students she describe, we would all be sissys or worse , nerds. The only way for us to be like what she describe is that she bribe us each RM 5 for each student, for everday that we must act. I guess i hate her more than i think.


Oh well, it's time for me to take a shower ( i guess i stop typing everytime i shower). I'll end this post with one of the poems i written during my depression .

(Note- I don't really feel the 'feel' anymore, so just pay no attention to the poems)

I hope we could be friends at least,
so much of you that i miss,
Even if the time we had wasn't long,
I felt like there's nothing wrong,
I have loved you so much,
How could you not feel love of such,
Can we just start talking again,
Just once more, please, again...



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