Hey Mister D.J. ,
Can you put my favourite record on,
Cos I just saw my favourite kind of baby,
She got bamboo earrings and a bottle or two,
She got what I need to put me in a good mood,
Cobra Starship's New Edition

I LOVE YOU RAINAL! Finally got my Hot Mess Deluxe Edition. Sayang banget sama kamu. I swear Gabe Saporta's vocals couldn't get any hotter. That and Victoria's voice too. She sings in this song. Oh, I love Hazwani too for the extremely cute prezzies. Saaaaayang kau!

CAN YOU SEE MY HEART NOW BABY ;
The school's open house is on a Saturday. We're performing The Phantom of The Opera and I'm so blinking scared I'll screw up. My high notes still suck like shit and I'm saying it like I mean. Whoopsey, din mean to sing. *sticks out tongue*

I SUGGEST YOU CHANGE YOUR ATTITIUDE;
I have a sudden craving for eye packs. *winks at Hazwani* They're so cute! My sister got herself one too. Sibuk nye budak. Hahaa;

COS I'M NOT TRYING, TOUCHE;
Oh, and Rye I want the Believers Never Die album. Thank you! Sarah says it's worth the doe, so, yeah. Sayang kau! *smiles wide wide*

I'M THE KINDA G WHO THINKS HE'S WAY TOO GOOD;
http://fuckyeahgabesaporta.tumblr.com
I love this website. Gabe is so hot here. Everywhere lah eh. *hyperventilates* He's damn hot laaaaaa. Okay, shush.

toodles, my dear amigos.

mrye; Valkyrie is my alter-ego.
P.S. I changed the names of my contacts to cool nickies. Like, Diyanah is Blissful Aurora and Hazwani is Ephemeral Rhuvoirbeaux and Deanna is Ena Edora and Rainal is Mi Novio.
P.P.S. COBRA STARSHIP ROCKS THE FUCK OUT OF ME oi. and Yul sucks.

I know a thing about contrition,
Because I got a lot to spare,
And I'll be granting your permission,
Cause you haven't got a prayer.
Well I said hey, hey hallelujah,
I'm gonna, come on, sing the praise.
And let the spirit come on through ya,
We got innocence for days;
House of Wolves by the famous and loved My Chemical Romance.

I don't think My Chem is a Christian band, do you? Naw, man. They shouldn't be. I love them. Albeit.

TELL ME I'M AN ANGEL ;  
Band camp just passed. More memories created, more bond built, more strength in the band. viva la CMBand. viva la Clarinetists. P.O.P. was aight, I didn't screw up and I'm proud of that. Even better, I got Best In Music award for my batch and Wee Hao got Best Recruit. Congrats my dear friend.
I have to say that I wasn't expecting to win the award though. I have about a dozen names in my mind that would be better off to win it. But I did. I have nothing more t say. Congrats to Melissa too for getting the Best Improved award. My senior seyh. LOL ;

KICK ME LIKE A STRAY ;
I think something happened over the days I went for band camp, which was a 3 days, 2 night camp. My dad, one that always goes out to hang out with his fellow friends, is playing the Xbox right now. Forza Motorsport, mind you. Okay, a) He doesn't play games like that, he only plays Wii and b) *does the wtf hand signal* . It's really shocking, I swear.

YOU PLAY RING AROUND THE AMBULANCE ;
I learnt a lot of things faster than before these days. I learnt the importance of not being too egoistic. I learnt that you have to just stop being an idiot before someone calls you one. I learnt to cherish time that you spent with those that are leaving. I learnt that some people just can't help being themselves. I learnt that there really are reasons for crying, cutting yourself, laughing, being silent and being emotional. I learnt that some people get close to you cos they trust you. I learnt that some things can stop itself from happening, they just do. I learnt that with the absence of one, the world can either stop spinning or go faster, way too fast. I learnt that even the craziest of friends has hundreds of dirty little secrets. I learnt that even the most unexpected person that you don't wish to talk to can have so much in common with you. I learnt that people can hide lots of things about themelves. I learnt that some have deep, dark experiences that do leave an unexaggerated imprint on themselves; be it a phobia or a fear.

I'VE BEEN A BAD MOTHERFUCKER ;
Recently, I learnt that even a simple phonecall can change you. Yes, he's back and I.. I really don't know how to feel towards it. It is just so unexpected. I feel like killing him, seriously. F is back and it's not Faeez.

ARGH !! Pukimak nye budak. Sekarang baru datang balik uh? Kiwak sial kau, gi mampos lah. Lagi bagus seyh klau ko tinggal kat tempat tu. Takya tengok sak muker buruk kau. Buat aku muntah je. Klau kene kropok lagi baik uh. Bhutto.

Listening to Kelly Clarkson's Since You've Been Gone. Pardon my randomness. I'm so filled wih emotions that I can't control it. I wanna call R but he's having dinner. Sheat.

toodles,

mrye; Valkyrie van der Rewsed.
P.S. I watched Paranormal Activity, it's freaking scary. I'm more scared of God, though.
P.P.S. I got a new bed, dressing table and wardrobe. My room looks very antique. Muy buen.

Once upon a time, there lived a teenager named Mariyah who is obsessed over Gabriel Eduardo Saporta for his extremely drooling body. Too bad he's thirty.

Contradiction does kill the victim. It creeps up from behind you then, pounces with a scissors. I'm not exaggerating my dear darlings. Go do your research. While you're at it, please go tell contradiction to kill Rainal too. I'm sick of waiting for phone calls.

If life was a puzzle, I would have solved it by now. Unless it's a 1,236 piece puzzle, then I'm going to have to take 3 months. Please and thank you, God.

For the record, I happen to have Cobra Starship and Panic! At The Disco's number. Who am I kidding. Who doesn't ??!

One day, I'll get the opportunity to smack her face.

I'm bored. Save me mi amigas. Los perra es coming.

A message to Rainal: Teach me how to get a rounder sound please cos I suck like shit in the middle of nowhere. And nice high notes too. I want my Hot Mess, you perra. The Deluxe Edition, mind you.

A message to Hazwani: I suddenly feel like Firul is out there somewhere and I think I saw him on the bus on sats. Sheat.

A message to Ezzul: I still don't want Indiana solo. I don't like sectionals either.

A message to Karim: I want the demo of DLIYSS. Por favor. Please.

If I were to scream my guts out,
Will you pick it back up for me ?
If I were to just breakdown,
Will you let me cry ?
I'm tired of feeling bullshit,
I'm sick of feeling left out,
I've accomplished nothing,
All I want to do is shout,
It's tiring to keep everything in,
It's exhausting to succumb after,
Where are you ?
When I need you more than ever,

Now you tell me you're sorry,
Fuck the excuses;
And go fuck yourself.

Sorry, I have a feeling that I'm pissed.
At least, I expressed myself in a different way. You'll never see this in my black book. Ello es una perra. Seriously.

So much for being mi hermano. Why leave when everything has settled so nicely for you ?

mrye; awaiting tomorrow to come. hurry.

Innocence,
Sunk the glow and drowned in covers,
Send for all your absent-lovers things;
Sheepish wolves,
....
Wink, just don't put your teeth on me
She's A Handsome Woman by Panic! At The Disco

I feel miraculously drained when I haven't even been doing anything. Except trying to get a connection to my wireless. I haven't been thinking either. I can't. I'm all out of black pens. I swear I'm not exaggerating.

GRAB YOUR HAT AND FETCH YOUR CAMERA ;
I've been slacking a lot lately. Not in band of course. As in to say, after and before band. I'm rarely awake even if both my eyes are wide open and my legs are still walking. D knows the difference between me being awake and not. LOL; I'm awake right now, so don't worry.

WASN'T BORN TO BE A SKELETON ;
Lots of stuffs have been happening while I'm not updating my blog. Sorry if you had to wait for an update cos I've been way too busy and lazy to argue with my little brother on whose turn it is to use the laptop. Now he's off to school and I have nothing to do so here I am. I've been having writer's block but it cleared. Am trying to write something but had to stop due to the lack of black pens. Will be buying tomorrow with D. Gon buy at least 6 and no, I'm not kidding.

BEAT BACKBONES ;
I'll give you a peek on what I'm writing. I don't know if it's any good but I like the imagery and contradiction it displays. I have yet to publish Sadisticity To Oneself on deviantart. I will. Soon. And I owe lots of people Jokes Of The Day. I owe D her slide image and my P.O.P. slides. I owe Afiz his Pepsi Twist. I owe someone a smack on the face too.

And whoever Rynna Alyssa is, thanks. Let's go out for a cup of coffee and get to know each other. Naw, was just kidding. Just hoping you're not the Alyssa I already know. *smiles wide wide* Please say you're not, though. Anyways, thanks.

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She was just a friend of mine.

We were neither close nor were we enemies. We know each other by our names and profession. We acknowledge each other with a nod and smile when wepass the din chattering crowds of the hallway. We attend the same classes on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and sit next to each other during Science with Mr. Puglisi. Even so, we had something in common: we admired each other's writing.

I am a writer but I would not say my compositions can outshine Cecelia Ahern or Paul Auster. I study in an average school and am known as a know-nothing pupil with an apetite for books and a mild delusion that I might just be as famous as My Chemical Romance and meet them one day. But then of course, I would get to meet Gerard Way in a comics gathering and be introduced to the rest afte a quick and brief introduction o myself. But I am thinking too far off the matter. Yes, I am a writer but I'm not the best one either.

She's a poet. Her compositions have found its way to Reader's Digest and has gotten praises in an instant. Her greatest writing was about the tidal wave in Indonesia that has snatched thousands of innocent lives. That has to be one of her most touching yet heart-breaking poem. The outcome of the tsunami and the imagery of people grasping the cold air was pure genius. The depcted scenes of dry blood and cracked skulls was grotesque and made me squirm uncomfortably. Poems can show you the feelings and image of a certain scene. Hers create a real live movie in front of you as if it was hallucination showing torment and pain. Do not get me wrong, though. I'm not a sadist. Nor do I dislike the work of art.

If you wann read more, it's in my black book. Hundred and thirty pages is nothing if you don't have a pen to write with. Tomorrow needs to come pronto.

Holy sheat, I haven't been checking for updates on My Chem or Cobra. or Panic! for that matter. Will have to go now.

Tellyhus ; loads and loads of never-ending love,

mrye; valkyrie the pharken.
P.S. Paul Auster is a brilliant author. Go check him out.
P.P.S. Emo is a non-existence subcult that helps no one.
P.P.P.S. Rye owes me Hot Mess Deluxe Edition. Wahai badigolsku; CEPAT LAH !

There you go,
You're always so right,
It's all a big show, it's all about you,
You think you know,
What everyone needs,
You always take time to criticise me
Simple Plan's Shut Up

I'm trying to download all the songs from the 2010 limelight. John Williams is a brilliant composer.

SO SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP ;
music is influencial.

while watching Gosip Girl
Kakak: Hey, she looks a bit like Chas.
mrye: *gives the bewildered look*
Kakak: I was trying to say Chuck and Bass at the same time
both laughs

Gossip GIrl rocks, I swear.

mrye; nur mariyah.
P.S. tomorrow's the finalised results. Bismilliahirahmanirrahim.

One, two, three; a tragedy that builds on destiny. Like death itself.

I couldn't take the sharp and piercing cry from her as I grabbed my phone and book and went out the door. It was irritating having to deal with her childish and stupid ways. What with her attention seeking mouth that seems to get me ito trouble for everything I did not do. I couldn't take it anymore.

I left.

I won't let you kiss me. Kill me.

He was there. I just walked on. I pushed the door open and sat on the red velvet couch. I curled myself into a ball cried to myself. Everything is falling down. It feels like hell but I know that I'm still well alive. What did I do wrong ? A reassuring hand hugged me closer to a warm body. I let him. He tells me everything happens for a reason then he lets me cry. He does not say everything is going to be okay.

Your kiss is torture but killing me would be too easy.

That's because everything is not going to be okay. I can't face all this on my own. I need him. I need answers to my never-ending questions. He lets me cry. He lets me let it all out. I don't want to know that everything is going to be okay. That's because everything is not going to be okay.

If I could do it all again, I would change most everything single thing.

Lyrics from Mest's Kiss Me, Kill Me.

toodles ;

mrye; nur mariyah.

http://missxscissorhands.deviantart.com
She's a brilliant slash writer. Especially for My Chemical Romance. Read Boys of Seclusion. It's wonderfully wonderful.

I'm terribly sorry for not posting proper; I'm just too lazy to retype everything I typed before. These ads are getting irritating by the minute. I'm proud to say that ENVA has survived 2 weeks without the need of charging. Hip hip hoozah.

I bought a book that has a hundredand thirty pages of beautiful lines on them. I've currently wrote 2 stories, on my way to 3. Gon let Karim see it. *smiles wide wide* Big thanks to Diyanah and Farhanah. I hate writing like this. It's so empty and.. empty.

Have you ever had the feeling of getting so used to someone's presence so much, you feel as if everything is crashing down when they're gone ? It's a real bizarre feeling. You would feel like giving in to everything that would make you and that someone the last people on Earth. You just feel so overwhelmed and protected and safe and you don't care what anyone thinks. You rely on that someone, you trust them. And when they're gone, you realise that it is not the end. You got so used to their presence, you learnt from them. You imagine them with you. You can feel that they are so close to you, you don't need to see, hear, touch, feel, hold them to get the security you had when they were physically and literally beside you. They'll always be there. No matter what.

Awaiting Tuesday to come. Hurry time, hurry.

mrye; nur mariyah
P.S. tomorrow is the release date for the results. God knows where I'm going and God has a good reason why. God knows us all the best, next to our mothers.
P.P.S. ai meez raaiy end pannive ercareduhmee so farkeenc march.

Ayah: Where's Mama ?
Mama: Miao.

HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHHAAH
randomness runs in the genes.
blinking shiz, this is nuts.

FACEBOOK
Diyanah: Mariyalisasikan
Mariyah: MARIYAHlisasikan. Where's the H ?!?!?!?!
Diyanah: I ate the H. It was the letter of the day.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAA

PHONE
Afiz: Guess who's back, back again.. Rindu bodoh!
Mariyah: Siao, where's Rye ?
Afiz: .....eh shit, I think I left him at the airport.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

aights, bye.

just thought you guys might wanna have a laugh before sleeping.

BOOMZxcxxzzxcxzxzcxzxczzz

mrye; mariyahlisasikan

There all compete for your love,
But I don't need to screw with that,
If you don't believe it's your loss, your loss,
.....
If you don't like what I say,
Put it in your blog,
I promise no one even gives a damn
Cobra Starships's I May Be Rude But I'm The Truth

I had a dream beech was thrown out of the window by Lloyd. Wonder when that'll happen.

'CAUSE I GOT MY OWN MONEY;
Rehearsals were bullshit. Wasted my motherfucking time. Will not talk about it or I'll just rant in some vulgar fuck blog post and you guys will complain to your mommies that I'm a bad girl who swears. HAH; carajo perra.

WE GO SHA NA NA NA NA NA ;
Went lunch with K, D and D at SC. D still doesn't have her rubix cube. Went back home, didn't have anything to wrote so I slept. Then dreamt of the window fantasy.

I'VE EATEN OFF THE FLOOR BEFORE ;
blogdrive can be such a biatch sometimes. Everything just disappeared. All the better. I think God has a reason for all of this, he doesn't want me to post about such stuffs. I'm sorry. You know best for me so I'll just accept it. I love God.

Gabe Saporta is like sex on toast. The smexiest Mexican, seriously. I can just drool over him while watching The Church Of Hot Addiction live where he rides up his shirt. FUCKING HOT. D'accord, too much. And Ryland's voice is the sex. FUCK.

toodles, you no-good people who read this dead blog.

fucking tag it will you ?

Bet you no one will, now. *smiles wide wide*

mrye; suck-what-uh saporta
P.S. Notice the emphasism on Gabe's hotness.
P.P.S. hot lah sial. fucking hot, cheebye, can eat him up. Sex on toast.

Another cigarette and I'm so bored;
Your words aren't making sense,
I was taken, but you were waitin',
One more drink and I'm convinced
Control by Metro Station

Yes, I do listen to Metro Station but only sometimes when I'm in desperate need to think about something else, in which I am. Metro Station is a band that talks about sex and sex, nothing else. Don't get carried away with ther music videos that does not make any sense to the lyrics of the song. It's ALL about sex. At least, their self-titled album is. Every single track of sex.

WE'RE TAKING CONTROL OF THE NIGHT ;
Health Carnival was a motherfucking waste of my fucking precious and most wanted blinking time. I wasn't with anyone most of the time. Surya kept disappearing to I don't know where. Elson, most of the time, doesn't take note of my plea for something to fucking do during the motherfucking Health Carnival fuck. In the end, I got Kwok Ying to be my friend for the day and we went walking around the school. He said something that really made sense, but I hate to admit it. So I left him and slacked at the motherfucking EE shit room. I hate swearing at every fucking sentence but fuck the Health Carnival. It sucked shit.

I'M COMING DOWN, BRING ME UP ;
What Kwok Ying said really struck me, seriously. I won't say I'm close to him but really, that question/statement was ... something.

IF YOU TAKE ME, I'LL TAKE WHAT YOU WILL GIVE ;
I miss them. I miss you. I miss her. I miss him. I miss my bisexual. Monday is very very long. I want my bisexual. *boos* Fuck it real hard.

Note to self: do not bring Mama to watch any horror movies with her beside me; I'll be embarassed shit.

au revoir mi amigos y hermanos, hermanas y novio.
te amo tanto.

mrye; smith walker stump.
P.S. I have a very bad addiction that I desperately need to get over or else I'll get disinherited.
P.P.S. Okay, no, not funny. Sorry, bisexual.
P.P.P.S. Now we're even.