?confessions of an emokid [:
?STUDIO

I'M AN EMOKID. PEOPLE HATE ME.
? EITHER LOVE ME OR HATE ME ?.
? WILL YOU BE THE NEXT ONE TO HATE ME ?

?EMOKIDDO

My name is DIDI. Or you can call me Mardhiyah.
I'm currently 16 [2009] and I'm still as short as ever.
I'm currently in love with my darling guitar, eventhough it's not a Goth Thunderbird.
Status: SINGLE / ATTACHED

?CRAVES
& ESP KH-2 Vintage [ESP SIGNATURE SERIES: KIRK HAMMETT]
& Miss Sixty Rock Muse EDP
& Anything from the MCR Store
& Contact Lenses
& Plaid Skinnies
& At least C6 for Maths
& FLAMETHROWERR
& A new notebook

?LOVES
& JAVA CHIP FRAPPE
& The ASS&&CO gang
- Nabilah!
- Masyitah!
- Laura!
& My band [:
& Budak Slackers
& Sushi [:
& HIM

?DETESTS
& COCKROACHES && SPIDERS
& I hate the feeling that I've been screwed over.

?TUNEIN


MusicPlaylist
MySpace Playlist at MixPod.com

?HEARSAYS

?PLURKY
?Friday, August 31, 2007

I took a really cute test on ELLEgirl...

Do You Speak Guy?

You and your crush lock eyes as you walk down the hall when out of nowhere, the freak knocks your book out of your arms, then keeps on walking. What does he mean?

a. He likes you. Like, really likes you.
b. He can't stand you.
c. He's not superinterested in you.
I chose: (c)

At the spring dance, the cute transfer student you've been eying for weeks keeps catching your gaze, but never utters so much as 'hello.' Most likely, he:

a. Is interested in your friend who's stuck to you like glue.
b. Is waiting to see what signals you give out before he braves a greeting.
c. Thinks you look good in your strapless dress but that's about it.
I chose: (c)


You and your boyfriend have been going out for three months when he randomly tells you he needs to spend more time with his guy friends-and you're not invited.Obviously, he wants to:

a. Break up.
b. Duh. Spend more time with his guy friends. Jeez.
c. Start seeing other people without you catching on.
I chose: (a)

You meet a really cute guy at a party and spend the whole night flirting with him. When you suggest exchanging numbers, he says "I'll just get it from my friend." Translation?

a. He doesn't have a pen handy and is embarrassed to be so unprepared.
b. He's SO not calling.
c. He'll probably call you by the end of the week, provided your friend doesn't
forget to pass along your digits.
I chose: (b)

You text your boyfriend on Friday night to wish him sweet dreams and tell him you love him. He writes back on Saturday afternoon, saying 'tks.' What he really means is:

a. "You're suffocating me."
b. "Thanks."
c. "Sometimes, cutesy borders on annoying."
I chose: (c)

A group of your friends head to a diner for a late-night snack. Even though you only live a 2-minute walk away, your guy friend randomly offers you a ride home. He totally:

a. Worries about you when it is late at night. Awww.
b. Is in love with you.
c. Needs to borrow gas money and wants to hit you up for it.
I chose: (c)



RESULTS:
~We'll have to start calling you Webster now.

Blehs.So I do speak Guy.
This is so frustrating.


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?Thursday, August 23, 2007

Vampires Will Never Hurt You by Fall Out Boy


Vampires Will Never Hurt You by My Chemical Romance


I LOVE MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE AND FALL OUT BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was actually shocked when I saw the EXACT same song for both...
But who cares as long as they sound nice?


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I need to do a photomontage for my extra credit.
My theme is emo&gore.
I desperately need a photographer.
Camera will be provided.
I really need the extra credits.
You just have to follow me around the whole of Singapore,maybe?
I need to impress MrT this time.
I don't have the cash,so most likely you won't be paid,
but hey,it's good experience.
Anyone interested?


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?Tuesday, August 14, 2007

She says he likes me.
She says she knows I like him.
She says I should like him.
She says,"I'd rather choose Boy rather that Skinny or Mr Fly."

I had a bad day today,especially after recess.
First,a pen flew and hit my back,all thanks to Azri.Science period.
Next,a water bottle whacked my head,all thanks to Nizar.Maths period.
(For this I got revenge,by smacking Nizar VERY hard on his back.)
Then,a small chunk of eraser flew and hit me,all thanks to Azri.Maths period.
(Is Azri blind?!Shazrin sat beside me,and he was practically sitting behind me.Couldn't he had aimed properly?!AND the good part is,Azri is WEARING specs.)
Finally,a large meteorite of an eraser hit me AGAIN,all thanks to Azri.Maths period.
(Was he trying to annoy me?Because that realy did it.I thought boys were supposed to play nice with girls,except for Magdeline,of course.)

Then Mr Teo our Maths teacher is like -_-'''
He actually supports Bel's Kitchen and her tu-tu kueh sale.
Well,at least we didn't get scolded for eating in class.
Throughly enjoyed my Push Pop there.

My jamming has definitely improved after all those practice sessions at Zach's house.
For the uninitiated,Zach is my parkouring/jamming/death metal lover cousin.
I now can jam to most of My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy's songs.
I'm working towards being able to jam to the most hardcore of death metal.
And YES,I'm a DEATH METAL FAN.

I'm trying to add music to my supposedly 'dead' blog,but Blogger keeps rejecting it.
Nahhs.Will try again later.
I'm gonna start on my coursework.See you later(:


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?Sunday, August 12, 2007

We went to Lim Chu Kang Cemetery for the second Project BRITE outing yesterday.
I stoned the whole time I was in the bus.
Was goddamn dark by the time we reached LCKC.
We went to the Chinese part of the cemetery.
We first went to a little baby boy's grave.
Then we went to Pale-Faced Lady's grave.
Then we went to another part of the Chinese cemetery.
Stupid dogs barked at us as soon as we alighted the bus.
Then we walked a whole long stretch of road.
Finally stopped at the 'end' of the road.
Mr Nair explained and then we had to walk one by one amongst those graves to find our instructor.
I didn't go,basically because it was dark and I couldn't see.
Then we hopped on the bus and went to the old HDB flats.
Mr Nair said that Pale-Faced Lady used to stay there.
Then we went into those HDB flats and I didn't go,because I hated dark,spooky old houses.
Then we all waited for the bus and Amirul went,"Didi,this is a personal question.Are you Malay or Chinese?"
I was like "Diao." and went,"Isn't it obvious from my name..." when I was cut off by Fuad,who was like,"Relax ah."
This was NOT the first time.
On the last outing,when Syairah was not with me,I was in a group with him and Joseph.
Then he asked me,"Didi,are you Singaporean or what?"
I was like "Duh." and rolled my eyes at him.
Back to my explanation of the story...
On the way back,I slept.
Soundly.
I think I snored,but I don't think so,beacuse Syairah didn't tell me anything.

TOMORROW IS THE LAST PROJECT BRITE SESSION.
I'M GONNA MISS YOU GUYS!!!!!!!
I SAY GOODBYE TO MR NAIR AND MR DZUL!!!!!
and i hope i win the best student prize!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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?Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Hello, my name is Psychotic Sally. What I'm about to tell you is a true story. These events happened a long time ago, but they've haunted me ever since. I used to live next door to a girl named Maria who fell in love with a guy named ----. They were like no other couple I'd ever seen. They fit together so well, their love was so haunting. They grew up, got married and had three children. One of the children, Melissa, was exceptionally bright and precocious. She would question all sorts of things, and get into all sorts of sticky situations.
One time, Maria found her daughter stuck in the pantry. The pantry door had child safe locks, and it clicked closed while Melissa stood inside the pantry, looking for something she could swear was inside.
"Mommy," Melissa asked, "Can you help me find this little girl's lost hand? She told me she left it in our pantry."
"A hand?" Maria said. "What are you talking about honey?"
"Nothing mommy, never mind."
As time passed, Melissa became more and more strange. "Mommy, do you hear that scratching against glass?" she would say, even though the room was completely silent.
Or...
"Mommy, do you smell the formaldehyde? It's hurting my nose."
Maria's back would be turned whenever her daughter spoke. The sound of her voice always made Maria jump. Maria didn't know what to do. She wanted her daughter to have an active imagination, but also didn't want her to lose touch with reality. She would answer back, "No, I don't hear that scratching against glass." Or, "No, I don't smell that formaldehyde Why don't you go and find your brother to play with?" She would dream about the things her daughter told her. She would hear the scratching against glass and smell the formaldehyde. She would see her daughter in the dreams, blood dripping from her daughter's mouth. She would wake up in a cold sweat.
One night--
Maria woke up and had a horrible feeling in her stomach. She ran to Melissa's room. Melissa wasn't there. Wasn't in her bed. There was an eyeball on the mattress instead.
She screamed. Her husband,----, ran into the room, wondering what was going on.
"Where is Melissa?" she said, "Where?"
Her husband, couldn't believe this was happening again. He hated having to explain it to her over and over. "
Melissa is no longer with us," he said, "you know that." He tried to touch her arm. She turned quickly from him.
"What are you talking about?" she demanded. "Every year, on her birthday, you do this." He explained. "She was accidentally locked in the pantry, playing hide and seek, and you couldn't find her as the fire started. She would have been 10 years old today." Maria burst out crying, and buried her head in her arms. Her husband left the room, because he couldn't stand it.
"Mommy, why are you crying?" Melissa said, as she reached out to touch Maria. "It's okay..."


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Iknowthatitisuselesstolikesomeonewhohatesme,
butitcan'tbehelped.
IknowIshouldn'thurtmyselfbecauseofyou,
butIcan'tseemtostop.
So,
I'mlettingyougotoday.
Idon'twanttohurtmyselfanymore.
Idon'twanttomakeyouhateme,
soI'mlettingyougo.
I'msayingsorryforeverythingwe'vedonewrong.
I'msayingsorryforwhatI'vebecome.


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?Sunday, August 05, 2007

Ifinallydidit.
Iwasforcedto.
Youleftmewithnochoice.
Sodon'tblamemeifyousuffer.

Mdm Sugu wants me to act for National Day.
I have to sing out of tune.
WTF??!
The whole school will be watching me.
And why can't they clean the hall for a change?
I dont want my butt/pants to be black when I go onstage.
And must find a way to be more comical.
Ms Sng is freaking evil.
WHY must she pick me to be an ambassador?
Mdm Sugu wants me to be in the Drama Committee already.
I am in school for a reason,to slack.
I don't want to work my ass off.
I hate my teachers.
My life sucks real bad.

And yeah,Zach?
I FRIGGIN' HATE YOU!!!


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