The WEEKEND.

1 DAY to Aquaventure!

I am really excited. I have just begun packing right now. I think I'll have more trouble in changing, and playing games and stuff there 'cuz I have the scarf and everything. I really want to take pictures, but I can't, since we can't take cameras.

But aside from that, I actually had a lot of stuff planned to blog about yesterday, but I couldn't because I was too tired.

SO..LET'S BEGIN.

Okay, so first, I wanted to share with you a paper I was writing in Biology class about what was happening around me.

• Okay, we are going into another class and I can here things behind me. 
• Yay! The projector is on. 
• Studying, studying...
• Shwetha is flaring her nostrils at Irene. (I guess.)
• Anncy is gritting her teeth at Irene. I know why! Because Irene drew a picture of Anncy which is pretty offensive. I think Anncy wants me to get it for her. 
• Irene is hitting me with her pouch! WHY! Let me go!
• I hear a British dude talking bout starfishes. EWWWW! Some shit-ass crab is eating the starfish! FUCK, IT'S GROSS. 
• I have got Irene's pouch! VICTORY IS MINE!!!
• GREAT. Now some other crab is biting off the starfish's leg. 
• Fuck. Irene apparently wants her pouch back.
• Now she's choking and poking me. Aren't you a great friend.
• I am hearing Juny laughing and talking in the background.
• STARFISHIES.
• Irene and Shwetha are bored. 
• I am asleep.

BIOLOGY IS DONE!

Okay, I was seriously jobless to write all of that down. Biology sucks.

Next, I want to type out some diary entries of mine around 3rd and 4th grade. I was just searching for my scrapbook when I found it. I have really blocked out a lot of my younger years of around 2nd grade till the 7th grade, 'cuz I have had really bad times during these years. I never really told anyone on how I didn't really have many good friends when I was younger. I did have one best friend, but after she left school in 6th grade, the only thing in my head was if she ACTUALLY liked me when we were friends.

But I'll talk about that later.

Note: The me who was writing these diary entries was a HORRIBLE person. She was daft, annoying, clingy, spoilt and many negative things you can actually think about a 3rd or 4th grader.

And this is almost exactly how it goes:

Dear Diary,

I have nothing to do in school. Everything is boring in the recess. I have no time to play. We always had to write. When I am home it is fun because home is fun for TV, study and books! and books! All of the sudden! After reading Quran.....I...go...out.....to....play! When I am entering my building, I rest on the bench. 

(The last part was actually an addition I forgot to write when I was writing this diary.)

04/05/06 - to be read as dd/mm/yy (cuz that's how we write dates.) So it'll be, 4th May 2006

Dear Diary,

Today my dad is going to East Africa for three days. Sunday is going to be my best day because my dad is coming back.

I Fooled You!

(Then I crossed it all out because ACTUALLY, my dad didn't go to Africa because he missed his flight.)

05/05/06

Dear Diary,

Today my father to a country called East Africa, and he is coming back at Monday. Have a nice day! And I forgot to tell you he went on Friday.

Monday morning at 6'o clock.

I did fool last time but not this time.

Then I have some entry about me being sad 'cuz I have no friends on the first day of 4th grade or something. 

But anyway, not only did I have a MAJOR facepalm moment when I read this, I was also disappointed in myself for the horrible grammar. This is exactly how it was written in the book.

And yeah, about the best friend that I had, well, I dunno. I hate the me of 2nd to 7th grade. I regret almost everything I've done during those times. I also blocked out so many terrible social experiences of mine which occurred in school. But sometimes things just don't go away. I really thought we were best friends because, she had always put up with the drama and nuisance I would do. Well, most of the time. She never said to my face that I was a spoilt brat. And I guess that's what I needed then. I never realized what a bitch I was because of this selfish cover blinding me for most of my childhood. After she left our school in 6th grade, and she started being mean to me on Facebook, and I was crying so badly at nights, I didn't even know what was going on. I was confused, and I turned even more bitter than I actually was. I still am that worse. It was only till last year that I realized that I was worse than I actually thought I was. 

And overall, it was actually my fault that I lost her as a best friend. When I was in 2nd grade, I made a new friend. Let me call her 'whore'. She was new to our bus, and we were just chatting away, and she became friends with my best friend too. (I'll call her 'J') Then after they started hanging out too, I got a little jealous, and I really didn't wanna lose J to whore. Because I hated whore. I put up with her bitchiness for almost 6 years. I pretended to like her, just to get on her better side. But it never happened. I think she hated me just as much. But in the end, J left anyway, so, I really don't care. I haven't cared for all this time. It still haunts me, and makes all of this seem like my fault, and I keep thinking what would happen if J hadn't left, and whore would just get a life of her own. I know, I wouldn't be having the effin' amazing friends I got today.

Well, that was depressing.

But I hope it'll be better 'cuz I am going to Aquaventure tomorrow. And Shwetha, I don't care if it's weird, but I am sticking to you tomorrow, 'cuz I don't wanna go to any rides alone.

So..
RANDOM TOPIC!

Eating late at night:

DON'T. Doesn't matter HOW hungry you are, or how tasty that food item is. DO NOT eat it. Your sleep will cease to exist. And MAYBE, so will you. 'Cuz I dunno, digestive and gastric problems lead to diarrhea, food poisoning, and whatnot. JUST. DO NOT. EAT LATE AT NIGHT. You will regret it, in the night, as well as in the morning when you wake up to get into the restroom.

Now I'm gonna continue packing.

Whatever.

-Sam Frank.