Ann-Marie.. I'm fifteen years young, and go to High School Bukit Mertajam.
Just a little bossy. Quite talkative and stubborn :D
Has big big dreams for a small town girl. Wants a lot in her life.
Loves as much as she hates. Pretty much indecisive.♥ sushi, green tea, ice cream, hot guys,
Taylor Swift, 78 Violet and many more which would take hours to list down :D
Thinks these sections are over-rated.
Her other blog tells a whole different story.
Interests:Music Expertise:Talking, Lip-synching (Britney should so hire me) and being a couch-potato on hours end. Occupation:Student Industry:Education
Okay, I'm going to start b!tching about a certain someone. I'm sure if she reads this, she'll have something to say :D
-start of bitching :D- Anyways, screw you. I know you revel in being a bitch, and are proud to label yourself as one. Yet, you've never done anything (well, as far as I was concerned) towards me, & so I treated you like how I would treat any other person.
"When you "trusted" me with your laptop.." Oh fuck you. You didn't "trust" me with your laptop! You just wanted to get work off your back! Because your SPM is approaching, and Clarence is too dumb to do any work without supervision. And yet I accepted, even though it was not my job. I'm not an assistant editor, such as that butt-kissing cow, Clarence. My job was to type out the English articles, and I was done. I did my job on time and gave it to you.
So, I was DONE. But yet you came up with a million (okay I'm exaggerating, but more than a few!) things, for me to do. I am not a fucking pushover, Grace! I don't do whatever people say! I helped you, nevertheless, because I was way too free for my own good. And Dhanapal asked me to. But that was all.
And then one sunny day, after I finished my work (except for the no-show class) I came to school. WELL HELLO IF ALL OF YOU DON'T WANT TO COME TO SCHOOL, LIKE CAN'T YOU TELL PEOPLE? Didn't see anyone from the fucking Sidang Redaksi, so I passed the laptop to the next best thing, the ex-head prefect. I trust him, I really do.
Then he left it on the teachers table and it went missing! My fault? Not entirely! His fault? Not entirely either. Because the teachers room was supposed to be safe, you cow. Everyone thinks that!
And yet you go around exaggerating. "Oh gosh Ann-Marie lost my laptop, pity me, oh pity me!" Yeah right. I "pity" you. -.- You told your mum. Fine, who cares, your mum's opinion doesn't matter to me. YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK DID? Your little brother, only 9, came up to me and pointed at me. Shouting! "YOU LOST MY SISTERS LAPTOP". I lost my cool and shouted back "NO I DIDN'T!" And he replied; "OH BUT MY SISTER SAID YOU DID~!"
Bitch, I didn't lose your laptop. In your warped, psychotic mind, maybe I did. BUT I DIDN'T IN REAL LIFE. Wake up! Geez.
And then your mum has to go to my mum; (which I did not tell. There's no need for unnecessary drama in life. Besides, Dhanapal did say to FORGET IT) "your daughter tell you ah?" "tell me what" "she lost my daughter's laptop." "How??" "she passed it to a non-committee member. he put on the table. and it got lost." "then most of the fault is on the boy." "NO IT'S ON YOUR DAUGHTER CAUSE SHE'S THE ONE WHO PASSED IT."
Yeah? HOW WAS I TO KNOW IT'D GET STOLEN? All the holy cows in heaven would not have predicted it.
WHAT I CAN'T STAND IS. You telling your "family" that I LOST IT. I bet you told your friends the same thing.
So I mean, fuck off, you've got your SPM to worry about.
I would say I don't care what you think; because I don't. It's just not cool to go around people and tell their parents indirectly. (And I really thought you'd know better than to do that.)
Any hoot, FORGET IT. It's not worth any drama. And it's always nice to bitch about you. :)
Oh oh, and you know what? Forget about asking me to do work. Who knows, I might lose anything! And, I might screw up! Oh, dear, go depend on Clarence! Cause he's so dependable! And he'll get it done, I promise!
I did my job & I'm done! (Hahahah. I'm sick of you now. I'm so overrrr you. :D)
And on behalf of all the people who really hate you; Fuck You. And I hope you screw up. In life, in SPM. Anything at all. Because you may feel like you're on top of the world; But the higher up you are, the harder you fall. And when you fall, I hope it's from an 88 storey building with a press conference nearby for maximum media coverage. AHAHHAAH! -end of bitching. :D-
It really makes me feel better. Beats crying, any day of the week.
I'm so happy about the fact that it's finally over. I can finally breathe. Lol.
Time flies by so fast... Now before I know it I'm going to be 16. *Gasp.*
Ah yes that's me. Studying Science. Lol. screw you pollination! I noticed that I have very bad skin. And that an army of pimples have popped up on my face.
I love my dad! *hugs* <3 He bought me a new phone that had a camera on the front. && he's so nice to me now. :DD LOL.
I'm going to download Gossip Girl Season 2! :) (Yeah, so what if I'm outdated. And I don't watch 8TV to catch it. :P)
Don't know why but I felt emo today. Was sitting alone at the back of the class watching people. Realized that my class is full of cliques. I felt like I was an outsider looking in.
I really miss you, although I'll never admit it. Why did you have to go?
&& I want to be skinny. Why is it so hard?
Sometimes I wish I was skinny so that they'll shut up and he'll finally notice me.
Ann-Marie.. I'm fifteen years 
