I Just Realized I Have a Diary - My Blog

Browsed through my blog's archive.
One thing that caught my attention was the length of my past years' posts.

They're uber long. Uber with a capital R.

Hmm, makes me kinda glad to have a blog.

I should back-up my archives into my hard disk. :)

And here's something for you.

Was browsing through and got this funny shit (IMO)

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12.06am "yesterday".
My phone rang a lot of times. Lyk 15 times. But I don care. Who the hell will call me in the middle of the night? I was damn tired yesterday. So i ignored the phone calls. Then, it rang again. "Wtf? Maybe there's some urgent matter." So i picked it up. The conversation that took place was this:

Me: Hello.
Damien: Hello Azmi.
Me: What you want arh?
Damien: Eh, 2mrw want to go take photos again or not?
Me: Hah? When?
Damien: 2mrw morning larh. Wana go or not? Quinn coming oso.
Me: Oh.
Me: Eh, can let me sleep first? I damn tired arh.
Damien: Errr... Ok.

Early this morning, around 9am, Quinn called me. I was still sleeping.
Quinn: Azmi, u outside d?
Me: For what?
Quinn: Oh. U don't know meh? Damien didn't call you yesterday arh. He say you going to take pictures with us.
Me: Err.. I think he did call me. But I 4got what I say to him.
Quinn: Err..? O.o
Me: I was so sleepy. Then I lyk "sleeptalk" with him. Lol. Haha. Sorry arh.
Quinn: Oh. Ok. U still wanna go out or not? Take pictures. I'm outside d. Wait for me at City Hall.
Me: Oh Ok. No Problem.

Their Last

I think unnecessary academic stress and pressure breeds invisible negativity.

For every bit of 'success', it requires a certain degree of 'desolation'.

For every bit of hunger for glory, we zoom into our desired destination,

evoking oblivion or, perhaps ignorance.

For every step we take to inch towards it, we leave a fiery trail for everyone to see,

or, dig up trapping pits under a new moon.

Well, you might disagree with the way I magnify things up.

But don't deny the negativity's existence.

It's inside everyone.

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For the past few days, or maybe weeks, I've been relatively busy with school stuffs (oh wow). Promos are becoming some irritating, horror movie trailer that requires you to get a job, earn some bucks, and pay like $1000 for a ticket with no popcorn discounts, and if you don't get its plot, you're supposed to pay like $234567.890 (oup 2 d.p.) more and re-watch it.

Not forgetting PW - like thousands of cave bats flapping around, pooping, biting, sucking, when you're watching the horror movie.

Due to how busy I was, I didn't help out, MUCH for Hari Raya preparations.

Maybe just doing some house-painting, furniture shifting, vacuuming, shelving, discarding..

But my parents did 600% more.

And they're not really perfectly fit/healthy.

I'm their only child, and I was literally showing a (>:[ )

since I couldn't really focus solely on my work.

It's the first time that my house had a full-scale makeover.

One day, I was kinda stressed out by work, and they happened to ask for my help doing some house work. So I asked them, "Why are we having so many new stuffs? It's just unnecessary, just a waste. You can actually buy for me other useful stuffs."

And then they told me this:

"It's going to be our last time touching, and putting effort to make a place called home. Perhaps, your next time is when we're already not around, and it will be done by you and your future family."

Just then, I realized how screwed up I am.

Sure real. Surreal?

An uber clean room.

Notes all filed.

Organic chem mind maps on my table.

Super awesome dramatic sunset.

4 Cats in my house.

Ps3 and Xbox360 in the living room.

HD TV.

Playing modern warfare 2 and Halo Reach....

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"Ami! Wake up! 4.30am alr!"

Dreams sucks man.