I am NOT going through this again.

One thing you can’t avoid in a group of friends is backstabbing or talking shit about each other. I’d say the fourth grade (or ‘Year 4’, if you live in UK) was one of the toughest years I had because all my friends kept having these cold wars between them. By the time we were in the sixth grade, I guess everybody started to grow up a little bit and backstabbing issues lessened.

And now this happening all over again. I wish I could stamp on people’s minds that school is school. What I’m trying to say is, everyone should stop acting so juvenile and just get on with life.

God, why is it so incredibly hard to find someone intelligent and not petty in my school? I don’t fit into a group of simpletons.

Okay, I know I have a slight problem about arrogance but I rarely rub it in everyone’s face so.

Anyone with a bleached hair (and tanned skin)

immediately gives me an impression they’re probably a slut or something along that line. Lady Gaga is an exception, of course. She bleached hers because people were always mistaken she was Amy Winehouse.

No offense or anything for those with bleached hair. I have a stereotypical bitch side.

I need to stop wasting my time replaying these kinds of videos for 10000 times.

Bye tumblr.

I’m half expecting to get a detention tomorrow because I didn’t print off and submitted my Art homework, which I don’t really see the point of finishing since I’m not doing Arts and Design next year any more. Also, it’s almost the end of this school year so I think they should hand over our well-deserved slack.

The only reason I don’t fully reckon this is I don’t think anyone else did that shit either besides my friend. Obviously, you wouldn’t put over twenty students to detention - you just wouldn’t. If I was the teacher, even though I could do it, I won’t. There’s no point.

I mean, will talking about cubism and landscapes and dead artists improve my life, my Art teacher? Will it, huh? Will it? No, so screw it.

#bye  

God, I nearly had a heart attack.

I don’t know if I already mentioned but we are currently having a barbecue and this vexatious kid came to our house. They asked me to find her tumbler on top of this box which she always uses when she comes over.

I thought my mom said my relatives saw my Tumblr URL written on the balikbayan box that they apparently just received today (it doesn’t matter if you don’t know what balikbayan means, it’s just a box with stuffs in it), and that she’s going to reprimand me for everything I’ve said on here.

She gestured like she was drinking something and that was only when I understood she meant tumbler. Note to self: Improve listening skill.

You know, introducing certain stuffs to parents

really have some bad effects.

My mom learned how to buy songs from iTunes and when she got home she excitedly said “I bought Hey Soul Sister!”. And then she started singing the whole song and my sister joined in. I shut my bedroom door so I could drown their hideous voices.

Could this be the start of our home turning into a madhouse?

I’ve been casually asking

my mom if my fringe is getting too long and if I have loads of split ends that needs cutting. I’ve also been dropping hints because I’m in desperate need of a haircut. I have to do something with it before I go demented and shave all my hair off.

I realized I haven’t really been posting any photos so I looked through mom’s albums since she’s not as lazy to upload our pictures.

You have no idea how long it took me to find a decent picture of me. It was even harder to find a solo picture, because it was mostly solos of my sister. All this time I’ve been wondering where the fuck was I when those photos of her were being taken.

I blurred my sister’s face on this photo in attempt to make it look like a solo of me, but it’s an obvious fail.

#me  

"You look like you have a cancer!"

- The first thing my sister told me when she woke up

RF: A long list of things I hate (Part II)

  • People who don’t care about their studies at all
  • Appalling grammar
  • Bossiness
  • People who like to boast
  • Getting pushed or when people touch my back
  • The “tumbleweed hair” I have in the morning
  • People who consider themselves posh
  • The rain, wind and anything else that ruins styled hair
  • Unrealistic high expectations of others
  • Looking for something and not being able to find it
  • When there’s nothing good to watch on TV
  • People who think they’re “hard”
  • Boredom
  • Smokers and drug pushers
  • Unorganized people
  • Being with people who make a big deal out of everything
  • Getting a detention for forgetting to bring your homework despite the fact you did do it
  • Anyone who is sexist or racist
  • Little children who already swear
  • About 98 percent of people I know
  • Photo albums with people doing the same pose at every picture
  • Teenagers who have an unexplainable need to be in a relationship
  • Animals who follow your trail while you’re walking
  • Caked faces
  • Perverts and pedophiles
  • When there is no food at home
  • P.E., Drama, Music subject
  • When your hair becomes unmanageable again when you take a bath after having a haircut
  • The fact that my first list was long and this was even longer

I think Indian culture is quite interesting.

What really hooked me was when we had to do some Indian dancing and we got to try Indian clothes during our Spanish lesson yesterday.

Why were we doing things related to Indian culture when it was a Spanish lesson, you ask? Well, it was International Week at school today, so yeah. Now I am a bit more interested in the culture of Indians.

For some reason,

I keep forgetting my English notebook when I pack my things for school. Today I forgot it again and I wasn’t the only one who did. Our teacher told us that everyone who haven’t got their notebook should get a piece of paper, but I didn’t want to stand up and get one because it would just make me feel highly irresponsible.

Luckily, I’ve got my trusty silver doodle book and pretended it was my English notebook. The teacher found out I wasn’t actually using my English notebook and asked, “Ran out of space in your book?”. I politely nodded and when she left, the person sat next to me laughed because she knew I was fibbing.

Let’s just keep this secret to ourselves. What my teacher doesn’t know won’t kill her.

Need I say more?

Anonymous asked: Formspring? Facebook?

Formspring- http://www.formspring.me/Allysandrah

I’m not planning on sharing my Facebook at the moment.

#faq