I skipped school today. Yes, being really optimistic about today. It'd be good to not be a selfish bastard for once, and realising that the world doesn't revolve around me. When I get bored, I'll entertain myself.

I couldn't sleep last night. The thoughts of hantu/ghosts were playing in my head. I've always wondered why people can't sleep when they get scared, because I always make myself sleep when I'm terrified. Now I've started to become like them, now I understand. I started shaking in bed. I started imagining something poking me. Suddenly the teddy bears looked like blood thirsty monsters. My face was being blown by some magical wind, everything started swirling, and I couldn't breathe. Suddenly it seems terrible to be in the dark.

I confess. I'm utterly terrified of darkness. You never know what's in there, you never know what's going to get you. Death, is darkness. It's the same as being in a pitch black room. The only difference is that death ends absolutely and there's no going back, whereas in a dark room, it is possible to simply turn on the light.

I hope it isn't going to be the same tonight.

Blah, I want to upload pictures. Oh, irony. I mock myself.


I'm so ugly, but that's okay. That boy is my subject of mockery. It seems fun to disturb him. I don't fancy kids.


I guess my sister hates Hari Raya too.
Okay, no. Well she hated the camera and me.