What's yellow skinnies going to pair up with?

It's been a century since I've updated. Let alone editing my photos. A lot have happened in such a short period of time, yet again. I pray it would remain as a dream and won't evolve into reality because if it ever evolves into reality, it'll be a nightmare. Soon after which, I'll start to sing 'Here We Go Again'. I pray that it won't happen, Insya'Allah. Unlike someone, I don't cross finger. LOL!

TOODLES,
Is.

I'm not ganna listen

What will you do if you were tasked to do almost everything? Wait, allow me to rephrase that question. What will you do if you were tasked to do everything? Will you shout the person who gave the task to you? Will you stab the person who gave you the task in the heart? Will you do what your heart tells you?

NO!

Firstly, you may think that your heart tells you to do this and that but it's not. It's your evil twin, really. Stop and start to think about the actions that you're about to do or what was recommended. It's extremely vital because you may not know that what you're about to do is the right thing or the otherwise unless you start to think. Just remain calm and positive and think.

It may sound easy or tough but either way, that is the solution! ;D

TOODLES,
Is,

Ooops, I did it again!

Looks like the good girl gone bad after all. Good girls are always good for submitting their schoolworks/projects on time, for obeying teachers' orders and school rules, for being nerdy and others, on the daily basis though. Nevertheless, this mentality ought to change as we do not and cannot judge whether she is a good girl or the otherwise merely because she's nerdy/obey orders and other things that I typed.

The point I'm trying to emphasize here is not to judge. Why? Why do we even have to judge? At certain crucial time that even if you call 999 and they come a century later, I certainly don't mind - but what if it happens almost every now and then? "Maybe she's a brat, look at her silky wavy curls and the shades she's wearing?" "She must be a filthy beggar, look at the torn shirt!" "She's so arrogant! Look at how she looks at that nerdy girl"

Oh my. Why don't you look at yourself? I don't think that you will be able to see your reflection because as soon as the mirror face you, it cracks. Oh, I know it's going to crack! So do me a favour? Get a life! Even if it's willing to give you one.

TOODLES,
Is.

Behind Enemy Lines

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Uh-oh-uh-oh

I can legitimately declare that both Jane Green and Marian Keyes are my beloved authors! The way they laid the letters to form different words and collaborated them to create millions of sentences which developed into a breathtaking story. I wish I could be a writer like them but, that's not what I've always desired. I've always wanted to be a DJ on 98.7FM. I know that Mumma told me it's not a job which I would want to look forward to but hey, Paramore told me that I'm quite an optimistic girl for a pessimist.

See, I even put a 'hey' there, what an optimistic young lady!

The central theme is that despite Mumma informing me that it's an oppresive task, I adore what DJs do and I want to do the exact same thing they do. I don't mind not being a singer/performer (what I've aspired to be at first) but being a DJ would be marvelous! It is a job that I will look forward to, a job that can provide a better communication between me and people who will be listening to my show and last but definitely not the least, a job that shall grant me an adequate salary that allows me to pay my bills, fines and wardrobe!

TOODLES,
Is.

I painted a morbid woman with vibrant colours

A year ago, a friend of mine approached me and said, "Hi Is! How are you?". 5 months ago, the same boy approached me and said, "Hi!". A month ago, he only gave me a smile. Now, I am endlessly greeted with ignorance by another boy who looks completely, accurately and positively (-) like my friend.

TOODLES,
Is.

Dear Z/S/Leon's/David's/Lampard's (and the list goes on)

Happy Birthday! You've now turned 19. I am so proud of you my sister, you've come this far. You really did make me proud, I am clueless of what you did/do tomake me pleased but you just do. Who would've thought you would want to wear a dress, high heels or flats? Well, I assumed that everyone's wishes of Ms. Levridge turning into a proper young lady have fulfilled, at last. Alhamdulillah, Syukran Ya Rasulullah Alaihi Solawatullah.

May Allah SWT & Rasulullah SAW shower you with blissful blessings and youth with the years to come. Do you know that you were my role model, before I joined Syabab? Do you know that you are pretty( not a les)? Do you know that you are going to be a professional guitarist? Do you know that you make me laugh, anytime? Do you know that I enjoyed being Gabe because it makes you laugh whenever I did his manly voice? Do you that I am elated that I call you Kakak Zakia? Do you know that I am damn proud of the fact that you are my sister?

I am truly sorry for accidentally breaking the apple of your eye, whiskey glass, for it was accidental. I am sorry if I do not present to you a gift on your birthday for you've always did. It's like a ritual for all of us and we never seem to break it. Anyways, I'd to apologize if I've done any excrable things to you like talking like Gabe to you, put a bamboo pole in front of the bathroom door while you're bathing, jump on the bed to wake you up, calling Leon a bitch, calling Lampard buncit, saying that your boyfriends were hideous when the actual fact was that MOST of them are pretty attractive. Nonetheless, release your worries of me having one of them or a few of them as my boyfriend(s) as I won't. Oh wait, the list goes on.

Anyways, what I'm saying is that, I'll get you a better gift, I swear! But for now, enjoy this gift whereby it's filled with nostalgia and the present. Happy birthday again, S.

XOXO,
GossipGirl(Gabe).

Do you realize?