A couple more hours before take off or should I say "bus off".

Gosh, I'm so funny.

Anyway, Sal and I plan to get together at my house since her dad will be sending the both of us to Klang. My dad thought of sending me at first but my grandma wanted me to be there by 8.00pm so there's no way my dad can make it back home in time.

Jeez, why does she want me to be there so early anyway??!

But, change of plans. Sal's dad decided to come to my house first, take me to Puchong ( Sal's place) and then all of us will go to Klang. Ish, party pooper. Sal and I were planning to rob Petronas station (which is incidently right at the back of my house) off their goodies.

"Snacks on a bus" will just have to wait then.

God, I kill myself sometimes. Did you get that? Snacks on a bus...Snakes on a plane...wahahaha!!!

So, okay, enough grandma talk. I know I have been dedicating my posts to her this past few days. Don't worry, two more posts and I'll be done.

Now, I shall go and dive into my journey of discovering my inner peace.

And while I'm at that, I shall also investigate ' The REAL Reason Why Grandma Decided To Be Nice.'

Ok, so the the last post was a bit freaky deaky. I don't normally say provoking things, I'm more of a keep- things- to- myself sort of person. Yes, I don't even blog about certain things that I find rather provocative just because I believe I have a strong heart that can withstand any emotional breakdown or point blank anger. But sometimes, I'm only human. I feel weird talking to my uncles about some things so I'd rather blog about it.

I also prefer my brighter side rather than my dark one.

So, my grandma called me up yesterday. If you don't understand bahasa melayu, go learn it. It will be useful at times like these.

Me : Hello
Grandma : Yah, mak cik ni.

What the fuck??!!

Me : Uhm..ni Sheila.
Grandma : Oh Sheila... jadi pergi tak?
Me : Jadi..jadi..
Grandma : Datang sini tau, hari Jumaat ni.
Me : Datang..datang..
Grandma : Siapa yang hantar?
Me : Ayah saya.
Grandma : Bapak kau?! [talk about manners!!]
Me : Ye..ayah saya.

One more reason why I'm clueless about agreeing on this trip is, my grandma is like Chucky the pshyco killing doll. She scares the living daylights out of me. You can see by the way I talk to her. I choose my words nicely. If I run out of words, I'll repeat the same word twice. I get shivers just thinking about being in the same room with her.

Without my mom to run to of course.

Thats why when I got the invitation to go to this trip with her, without so much so thinking about how much I despise public buses, I quickly said yes. Its weird the way she makes me do stuff that I don't normally do or want to do for that matter. I know she's just grandma and grandma's usually spoil their grandchildren but she's a toughie.

The only toughie I know is well, me.

I don't even know what to wear to this trip and its all her fault. My cousin, Sal is also contemplating on what to wear. We both thought of something simple like jeans and some loose top. But then after analyzing things thoroughly, we think jeans are a pretty bad idea. We also came to a conclusion that maybe this whole trip is a pretty bad idea as well.

Ahh to late to back out now.

Sal and I were just talking the other day. She finds it weird that grandma decided to actually invite her to this trip since she's not really her favourite granddaughter. Don't worry, both of us are aware of this. Then I was like maybe she's trying to make it up to you. Sal agreed slightly and was like "Well, its about time since I'm the only grandchild that was named by her."

So thats the reason why Sal's a bit bittter and I don't blame her. I was the first grandchild to be born. My grandma wanted to name me Rabi'ah because I was born on a Wednesday (Rabu).

I KNOW!!! HOW OLD DOES SHE THINK I AM?? 50?? You can't imagine me going around introducing myself as 'Rabi'ah and proceed on telling everyone I like My Chemical Romance.

It just doesn't..seem right. *shudders*

So my dad politely declined (THANK GOD!!). He wanted me to have a universal name that doesn't frame me under one race. Thats how I got the name 'Sheila'. That was before he 'wikipedia-ed' my name and it actually means 'blind' in Gaelic.

Heh, whatever.

Then, 10 months later, Sal was born. Her dad, who is my mom's younger brother thought that since his sister didn't let grandma name her child, he, out of pity maybe, let her name his. Therefore, since Sal was born on a Tuesday, (Selasa) my grandma kindly named her Nur Salasiah.

By the way, unlike me, Sal is half Chinese.

Family stories. Don't you just love them??!!

But thankfully, we're over that. Her and I have accepted the fact that our grandma is one woman you would not want to mess with. Even though her 'rendang' and 'kuih lapis' might just be the only thing we like about her, but she's family so..if she ever decides to choose my husband, I might be okay with it.

Okay, maybe not. But I'll be nice.

Found out yesterday that Nicol David will be getting RM20,000 for defending her world title. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!! So little?? I personally thinks she deserves more. Fine, maybe the government is running out of money since they already gave her a hundred thousand, a condo and whatever else last year but seriously!! Isn't anyone aware that defending some crown is waaaaaay harder than winning it.

Sheesh. Thats why I hate sports.

Right after I finished reading that article my dad started talking to me.

Dad : When are you going to be like her?
Me : Who?
Dad : Nicol David. Look at her. World champion at such a young age. Can you imagine the
amount of money she's making. When are you going to be a world champion?
Me : I'll find a cure for cancer, don't worry.

Pfft, parents.

You know something is out to get you when upon finding out that your Astro and telephone died, your keyboard decides to crash too. Do you have any idea how frustrating that is? I ended up staring at the google search bar for 10 full minutes trying to type in 'Mikey Way Naked' with my brain.

I was desperate, sue me.

As you can see, my keyboard is fine now. The only thing I'm pissed about at the moment is the fact that I missed the most important broadcast..ever. I feel so deprived and in serious need of 11 times more testosterone than normal. I need to see green grass and baby faced iguanas. The cloud is grey and that prawn sambal sure tasted funny.

I missed the Chelsea vs Manchester United game-lah okay.

And I didn't miss it because I slept or drank too much orange soda. I had iced Milo and my Astro is still in coma. Apparently, the new system in Jabatan Astro is still down.

Motherfuckers.

I know, I know. Its not their fault the system is down but I just need someone to blame and since they work in Astro I shall call them motherfuckers until my sweet Astro is revived again. Hopefully soon, which I doubt.

Since I have a lot of negativity right now, I would like to talk about this little thing called 'Freedom Of Speech'. Many Malaysians, young Malaysians especially feels as though and I quote them :

'Malaysia sucks, no freedom of speech.'
'Malaysia is still a third world country where people aren't allowed to say whatever they want to say.'
'Look at *insert western country here*. People there have a voice, and they're better of than us over here.'
'Bladibladibladibladibladibladibla'

************

As a human, I don't like being controlled. When there's a rule, I'll try to break it. When there's no rule, society is a better place. Rules stop me from expressing my inner creativity, my voice, my passion, my feeling of proudness when after saying something rather degrading to someone, that person stares back at me in horror. I love that feeling of being looked up upon. I want to be that person who no one can talk back too because I am so much better than them. People won't stamp on me because I can get to stamp on them first. Like taking candy from a dead child who I just shot. Like drawing cartoons mocking other religion because I think its funny. Like crashing planes into buildings because it beats the shit out of just talking things through.

Its fun isn't it?

I want it. I want to be powerful. I want to be great. I want to be able to express every damn thing thats in my head. So what if its stupid? So what if other people can't take it? So what if other people are hurt by it? SO WHAT?? Who gives a shit about what other people think anyway. My thoughts are important and its important for people to know its important because the importance of it all is that I feel important and I like feeling important because no other shit is important than ME.

Just wait till I get killed, by someone else who thinks they're better than me.

And he will continue my cycle.
And so will the people after him.
Act exactly like me.
And it'll only end, when god plants a nuclear bomb inside of earth and we'll be shattered to bits.

The way I see it, THAT is how its going to REALLY end for good.

Can't wait for the idiotically presidented world to end.

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My advice, if you want to help the world, make it less than an eventful place to live...

Go fuck someone outside your race. The result of it, you'll produce a human being who RESPECTS other religions and beliefs, wholly. Why?? Because that baby is made up from two different races. That baby will never feel the need to judge other races. That baby will soon grow to be someone who thinks about other people rather than their own self.

He'll grow up to be someone who's CONSIDERATE. He has first hand experience on how it feels like to deal with two different races because he IS two different races. He's family is made up of two different looking people. Doesn't matter if his dad is purple and his mom is turqoise, they're still his parents. Doesn't matter one cousin is fuchia and the other cousin is magenta, they're still his relatives. Doesn't matter if the world has fucked up looking people, they're STILL humans.

Why can't you people fucking see that??

I've been confused about my race since ever. I hate dwelling on it because it frustrates me. But it has shaped me into someone who's fully appreciative about other people's difference and the fact that I need to think about what I say before I say it.

All this talk about freedom of speech shit, should just end. If you can't say something nice, then don't say it. If you want to degrade someone, keep it to yourself. If you want to voice out something you're not happy about, rather than contribute to the amazing noise pollution that we already have, why don't YOU do something about it.

I'm okay with the fact that the government doesn't allow TOTAL freedom when it comes to sensitive issues. Sensitive issues are called sensitive issues because its FUCKING sensitive. Why is that so hard to understand? Why do we still need to point out that this race teaches dings and that religion teaches dongs.

Why the need to criticize? Are we so much better than other people? Are we the only ones with problems? I mean, I get so fed up when A says something about B and B gets defensive, telling A that if he's not happy he can go back to wherever he's from, oblivious of the fact that B doesn't belong here either.

Its God's land, NONE of us have full custody of it.

Yes, if you DO stop masturbating and watch the news once in a while you'll know what I'm talking about.

Of course there are things that I'm not happy about. Like the 'hak keistimewaan' the Malays get. Its not fair, I know. What about other races? Aren't they 'istimewa' too? Isn't that what we promote to the world. The fact that people here are treated equally no matter the race and religion.

Non Malays will think that I don't understand how they feel. Yes, you're right. I DON'T understand how you feel. I've been brought up as a Malay, my mom wants me to marry a Malay guy, have a Malay wedding, get a Malay kid and live a Malay livestyle because some buttheads associate Malays with Islam which is pathetic.

I'm a Muslim, proud of it.

But I'm not a Malay. I'm also not an Indian. I'm BOTH. Get that through your thick skulls.

I'm not conceited, but I wish every kid ever born is like me or atleast be as considerate as I am. I wish every kid was mixed so that he won't go around promoting how swell his race is.

I have my Malay side of the family, my Indian side of the family and I go to school where 95 percent of the population is Chinese. I KNOW how everyone feels about living in Malaysia.

Indians are basically the forgotten race.
Chinese are the ones who complain a lot.
Malays have the most priviledges, but they're greedy, so they want more.

Yes, I've striked a notch there. Some of you might be pissed of at that. But its the sad truth. My Indian friends have given up on everything seeing as there's no point for them to even prove something since they'll always be the race no ones cares about. My Chinese friends can't wait to graduate and get the hell out of Malaysia because they feel more at home in Singapore. My Malay friends don't really care much because they can easily score a place to study Medicine, and they're not even aware that Malay doctors are getting dumber as we speak.

I feel so... sad. I really do. After 50 years of Independence, we are still fighting for rights. We may not be doing it physically but we're still at each other's throats.

I also feel bad. I feel bad for every race that feels like they're not being treated equally because I know they aren't. But the reality is, we can NEVER be happy.

I feel helpless the most because I can't do anything about it.

Its unfair.

I love all my friends. I don't see any difference when I look at them. Not because I'm short sighted, because I feel like there is NO difference. I feel it. There's a difference between seeing it and feeling it. Physically we vary, but we have the same beating heart inside.

I just don't get why other people can't feel it too.

Imagine this.

You're at home, its the school holidays and you have a thousand things planned. You're not much of a go-outer so you find pleasure in just sitting at home and watching every episode of Real World Key West. On top of that, you've also been planning to phone your best friend that you haven't talked to in a while just to catch up on things and letting her know that High School Musical is not what everyone is talking about right now. Life, at that moment seem to be giving a lot of hope

But then, thunder strikes.

Literally.

Your Astro dies. It no longer shows any sign of life. The numbers 17, 70, and 71 has now become a distant memory. You are left with a blank screen that only shows two flippin channels. And then you start to feel helpless, you feel like you're going to die..of boredom. You quickly grabbed on to the phone hoping your best friend could bring you back to life. Hope, was to no avail. There was no sound on the other line. No 'beep beep', no 'eeeeeee' not even 'eeeee beep eeeee beep eeeee beep'. You stared at the phone dejectedly. You press the number '7' many many times but you hear nothing. You fumble through the wires, but that just made it worse. You were at your wits end. The last resort was to bang the phone against the wall, but your mother came, stopped you, gave you a 'what-the-fuck' look and said 'I may have to call Telekom'. You look up to the ceiling for strength to carry on. Your mind wanders to your other best friend, the Internet. You feel a burst of energy so you quickly logged on to the computer. It connected. You feel like you're on top of the world, but that was before you met Mozilla Firefox. Mozilla was being an ass. It won't display any pages just because, well, you have no idea why. Suddenly, you were automatically signed out of MSN, your computer starts to hang and BAM everything goes dark. Later you curse yourself for switching on the computer during the thunderstorm.

And that my friend, is how it felt like to be me for five whole minutes.

Anyway, my dad's at work so I decided on ordering pizza for lunch and my mom said ok.

HAH! Don't you just hate me.

Are my expectations getting higher or are the pizza's at Pizza Hut getting smaller? I specifically ordered two pizza's, large and medium but it definitely, in my view, came medium and extra small. Jeez, what a rip off. From now on, I am not going to order pizza's anymore. Seriously, I don't even like pizza. For some reason all of it taste the same to me.

Tomato puree and burnt.

So, about a week ago I agreed on going to Langkawi with my grandma, accompanying her and her posse' to a trip north so she could do some shopping on the 1st of December. Sal, my cousin said she was going to go and wanted me to come along. I just wanted to get the hell out of my house and have a gossipthon with my cousin. This is a trip like no other. My grandma does this like 5 times a year, but in different places and no, she's not HELL rich.

Lets see, a normal family under budget will opt for a plane ride from Air Asia that will reach Langkawi approximately 45 minutes.

A not so normal family which basically consist of about fifteen 60 year olds and two clueless teenagers will opt to go waaaay under budget. A bus ride that will leave at 11:00pm at night and arrive at Langkawi 5 hours later. Not forgetting the vomit prone ride by ferry from the main island to Langkawi.

Brilliant.

Oh and we're not going to stay at some swanky hotel either. It will be like the Matrix. Arrive at Langkawi at about 6:00am, do the most shopping possible, then at 11:00pm the SAME day, hop on a bus for another 5 hour ride home.

I wonder what will happen to my fragile body that only rests when in contact with beds. I worry about my neck, that will definitely break halfway through the ride since we're expected to sleep on the bus. I hope I don't get a headache and vomit on someone's lap when in the ferry. To top it off, eating time will be VERY unregular.

My mom had the nerve to assure me that maybe the bus will stop for lunch during its 5 hour NIGHT ride.

So why in the world did I agreed on going?? Hell, I have no idea. I suprised the living hell out of myself when I thought a bus ride to Langkawi can't be THAT bad. I mean, I won't even consider going to One Utama which is like 10km away from my place if I had to freakin step on a bus. Therefore I wonder, maybe its the teenage ego kicking in. I remember quite clearly pointing out that if a 60 year old woman can do this, without the slightest hitch, why can't I?? I'm younger, physically stronger, I'm not going through any mid life crisis, my period cycle is a-ok, so why in the world can't I do it??!!

Thats THE reason why ( I think ) that I agreed on doing this. Or maybe, I just want to start pushing myself. I've always been a coward. I'll never do things that I think is a waste of time and energy. If it ain't important, I ain't doing it. I'm not much of a risk taker either. I will work my bloody butt off to find a safer way of solving things rather then take the risk and handle the consequences later. To me its a good thing. But maybe sometimes its a better to take a risk. Thats what life is I guess. You'd always remember the weird or stupid things that you do as long as you live. No matter how pathetic it was, the beauty of it is that you remember.

This trip would've not even crossed my mind. But I want to do it. Why? Just to remember that I have done it.

Furthermore, it would probably psyche me up when I try to brush of my fears on the day that I will try and conquer The Pirate's Revenge.

But thats going to be a whole different rant on a whole different day.

The whole of this morning was basically spent on reading other people's blog. It started with Kenny Sia and continued to a couple of 15 to 17 year olds who hates people who only NOW decided to like My Chemical Romance. At first, I didn't really mind it but then it got to a point where I felt the pimple on my knee was about to burst.

Lets RANT shall we??!!

I'm going to start with the My Chemical Romance phase that I'm currently going through right now. I admit that I did not like them at first. I thought musically they were all over the place. The guitar riffs and Gerard's constant yelling at some point brought the ache to my head. You know, headaches? I assume that they were not going to last long since they were constantly over doing things. Sooner or later people are going to get bored. But I was wrong. Ever since 'I'm Not Okay (I Promise)' was played on MTV all everyone could talk about was how cool this band is. It became quite annoying when 'Helena' came out and everyone thought that it was such a "powerful" video what with the dead girl who's supposedly dead decides to make herself undead and do some carousel dancing but then probably got a heart attack or something crawled under her skirt and she died again. Talk about emo overload.

I'm aware that the use of the word 'emo' in that sentence may not make any sense just because after 16 years of living I still don't know what the heck emo means and I've come to a decision that I will try every flavour ice cream in Baskin Robbins and won't be giving a flying goose about what emo actually means.

As I was saying, some people moved on from Simple Plan to MCR while some people still think Pierre is cute and Gerard needs to shower and shampoo his hair once in while. Everyone was pushing me to listen to MCR but I kept my ground saying that I'll stick with simple pop rather than 'We'll-Meet-Again-When-Both-Our-Cars-Collide' even though at time, after a rest from Simple Plan I'd blast Three Days Grace on my PC. Therefore, yes I DID NOT like MCR before. I saw their Three Cheers album everywhere but I was more tempted to spent RM40 on cleansing my forehead.

But things changed. I was doing some work while listening to Fly.fm and some kid requested 'Welcome To The Black Parade' by MCR and I thought, 'Oh god, not them again.' But being the patient person that I am, I decided to give them a shot. So the first two verse came along and I automatically changed the station to Hitz.fm and Sexy Back was playing.

Ahh the wonders of that song.

Ok fine, there's a rule that says only judge a song when you've already heard the chorus. I heard the first two verse and I thought it was some cry for help song, you know, the usual MCR so I never even waited for the chorus. I was sure it was going to be a rock ballad from MCR, and just the thought of ballads and MCR gave me the heeba jeebies.

To cut the story short, I finally did stumble upon the chorus and the whole song of course and thought it was the most brilliant song ever made in 2006. You know its a good song when it completely changed your perception of the band and decided to postpone your forehead cleansing and buy the album a week after it was released. THAT was how brilliant the song is to me. To top it off, they had a very cool video which started of kinda bleh but entertaining throughout. All those times I complained about Gerard looking rather unhygenic with that long oily hair were stopped abruptly when I saw that he actually washed his face.

And yeah his hair was short and blonde. Weird, but clean to say the least.

After all that, only NOW I consider myself a My Chemical Romance fan much to the "earlier" fans despair. They think the only reason why I like them now is because they're popular and Mikey is hot. I do admit that they are popular and Mikey IS hot but seriously speaking those were not the reason why I only like them now. The real reason is because MCR has really pushed themselves up to a point where they are actually worth listening too. They were not that great before, but they are great now so thats why I like them...now.

I'm aware that the word 'now' has been used rather thoroughly throughout that paragraph. Until someone comes up with a diffrent word for 'now' I shall use the word 'now' for now.

So to all the "real" MCR fans who were supporting them from the start, buying their second album, spent 8 hours on the internet to get their first album, bought their (forgot the title) DVD with merches and stuff, just because you liked them earlier doesn't mean that the new set of fans aren't important. We are responsible for expanding the fanbase and trust me, no matter how underground an artist is they have dreams of being popular and making lots of money. MCR is popular now, so accept the fact that a lot of people are going to dig them. So what if the only reason they like MCR is because of how orgasmic Frank is, atleast with more fans, the band decides to come out with more albums, and we the music lovers can get a free flow of good music for many years to come.

But seriously you guys, go buy the new MCR album. Its worth every penny.

Next on my rant-to-do list is Panic! At The Disco. Firstly I would like to confess to all the 'earlier' MCR fans that I know exactly how you feel when some 'new' fan decides to tell you the whole life story of Mikey's glasses even though you already have that story embedded in your left aorta. You feel like spanking them and drown them in some sewage pot.

The same thing is happening to me right now. I've heard of P!ATD sometime last year, (Kist wouldn't stop telling me how great they were) so I downloaded all the songs from their album because I knew this band is pretty unknown on TRL therefore the chances of their music being played on MTVAsia would be zero. So, at first I thought they sounded weird, nothing like I've ever heard of before. Songs about wedding and testosterone was something new to me. Eventually, I started liking them. The songs, in my opinion were great. I burned their songs on my CD and it stayed in my CD player for 2 months. I could not stop listening to them.

Then of course, I stopped listening to them. I overplayed all their songs and could practically sing every song in my sleep. SUDDENLY, I saw their 'I bhewbfhbwfhwbf Tragedies' video (I still think they song titles are pretty damn long) on Channel [V] and I was like 'WHOA..VIDEO!!' I thought it was going to stop there, but noooooo. MTV decided to catch up, Fly.fm started to have it on demand and Hitz.fm continued doing what they were good at, playing popular music.

And here I was laughing and pointing at these media thingies probably because they kept saying how P!ATD is a new band and NO ONE has ever heard of them before. Truthfully, I felt it. I felt what it was like to be...COOL. What it felt to be...IN. What it felt like to be...DIFFERRENT. For once I felt somewhat powerful that I discovered this band before MTV did and felt like people should bow and worship me.

My moment of glory was cut short when people in school started talking to me about P!ATD. They tell me things that I already know about the band. To make it worse, they make it sound as though they 'discovered' the band and that they should tell me everything there is to know about P!ATD so that I would not be left out or seem uncool. Of course, once in a while I feel like telling them that I heard about this band waaay before and that they should shut the bloody fuck up because I know more about P!ATD then anyone else outside the Myspace world and leave me alone because my Bio project is not going to finish up by itself. Oh well, I felt like saying that but to me its a little childish and pretty blunt.

But of course, if I did say it then it would just make me a freakin hypocrite. Even more after all that stuff I wrote about MCR's earlier fans. I'm not exactly sure now what it was I wanted to point out but I think that its about me being so bored at home when I should go out and try every flavour ice cream in Baskin Robbins.

Hey, a rant would not be a rant if it made sense now, would it?!

Anyway, my younger brother got his UPSR result slip yesterday. No matter what his result were, people don't have the right to compare him with me. We're two different human beings. Outside and inside. Just because we share the same DNA that doesn't mean we have the same IQ level. We have different interest and different dislikes even though we live under the same roof or better yet stayed in the same womb for 9 months.

He likes strawberry shake, I hate strawberry shake like fresh hell
He supports Chelsea, I support Manchester United
He thinks Kian looks like a girl,I think Kian is a flaming hot manly man
He failed one of his subjects, I aced mine
He likes to cook, I despise switching on the stove
He wants to be a formula 1 driver, I want a bloody boyfriend
He likes to socialize, I dislike homo sapiens literally

Thats only a few of our differences. But why is that people can accept all our differences except the one in bold? Its pathetic because they talk about my brother and me as though its okay to compare. They always tell me that I'll do good in life because I aced a couple of exams but how are they so sure? Why can't they say the same about my brother? Just because getting A's does not come easy for him, does that mean his future would be in jeopardy?

HELL NO.

Personally, I think my brother turn out better as a human being than I am. He's always talking to people and sharing the things he has. He has a lot of love for everyone, even myself and I know that. He doesn't judge people like I do. To think that he's only 12 years old and acting like a good human being compared to me, who's already 16, halfway through life already yet I still act like some spoiled sensitive person is just embarassing. So, no matter how annoying my brother can be to me sometimes I wish for him to have a not just a better life but a great one because of all the people here with me, he deserves it the most.

Also, when he does gets rich and famous, I can maybe borrow some money to hire thugs to kill the bitches that stole my favourite shoes.

Last week was officially the last day of school for the form four's this year. The holidays hasn't sunk on me yet. I still feel like I should finish up my Add Maths homework that I never touched since two weeks ago. For some reason, I kind of miss school. School as in the environment of being in school.

Dreading every hour of Physics...
Trying to stay awake during Biology...
Hoping Mr Z falls flat on his face on the way to class...

Those type of environments, you know?

Of course I'm happy that school for this year is over. No more homework to clash with my tv time, no more extra smart classmates to deal with and also no more tochure in seeing Chuan Chuen and Michelle lip locking at the back of the class again.

Eugh.

Nothing againts those two. Its just the idea of people MY age being so intimate up to a point where saliva is involve sort of grosses me out. I mean sure, I would like to kiss a guy someday but NOT with some inexperience 16 year old who thinks Ragnarok is a religion. Yeah yeah, I know its not fair for me to say this now since my oh so sweet sixteen would end in about less than two months, most definitely not long enough for me to find a guy worth kissing but thats beside the point. The point is, its EW.

The idea of playing tonsil hockey in every Science lab is not very appealing either.

Oh well, young love. So pure and short lasting. Give it another three weeks and they'll probably start stabbing each others eyes with mechanical pencils.

Anyway, this will be a very short update and err it sort of ends here.

Yep.