life is just weird

It was one evening just after work, Mischa went to a local pub. She was in Thailand for some meeting which her parents was too busy to attend. After all, Mischa is going to take over the company after her parents are gone, so she might as well start meeting some of her customers, let them get use to the new CEO. Mischa is only 19 years old, she's part studying and legally the next line for the family owned company. Well, she's just 19, this is the year where all the girls' hormones are raging, in search of someone who she thinks might be her significant other. Mischa didn't knew what her parents had planned for her when she was in high school, all she ever felt was miserable, she didn't fit in to any of her friends. Mischa dropped out of high school after receiving an offer in the 'rich man college', she felt relieved to be changing a new environment. Mischa missed her friends, but she knew that if she left before graduating with her clique, they would soon forget about her. Mischa didn't have high hopes about her friends remembering her, it didn't matter as well. Mischa was just happy that her parents got her out of that god forsaken high school, now she's going to the city, where people don't sleep at night. 

The first week everyone was busy searching for their group of friends, Mischa didn't mind that she didn't fit into any of those groups. As usual, there were a few groups, The Party Goers, The Skipping Class bunch, The Late for Class bunch, The Nerds, The Weirdos, The Popular Kids. Mishca realize from young that she didn't fit into any of those groups. She didn't mind anyway, Mischa has always been a shape-shifter, changing attitude and character to get close to which ever group gives her benefit. You could say that she is selfish, but this is the only was she could protect herself, from not being hurt again. Nobody here knew that she was the daughter of the third richest man in the world, the man who owns a hotel group in every country, the man who can control nearly all of the telecommunication and media in Asia. Mischa's dad chose this college in Malaysia because it was promoted to be the education hub of Asia and he didn't want her princess to attract too much attention from the media. 

The second week as a college student, lunch time, Mischa didn't join anyone for lunch, she went to the library. The library is the best place to avoid small talk and awkward silence between friends. Mischa took a nap to get ready for the next class, Math. Mischa hated maths, but she knows that if she fails math she will not graduated. Mischa never depend on her parents' fortune to get her through anything she wants, but she didn't know that her parents are filthy rich. They live in a small housing area, where everyone was working class, her parents didn't have chauffeur to send her to school, they didn't have Lamborghini and Ferrari lining up in her dining room. 2:45pm, it's Math. Mishca walked into the classroom after fleeing from the shame of just entering the wrong classroom, she bumped into a friend she made during orientation. Mischa was talking to her friend across the door, Mischa knew she was blocking the door but she didn't care, because there were no other places to chat, and besides everyone will just was between them and Mischa just carried on their dialogues. But there was one person in particular that caught Mischa's attention, although he was just a little dot in the corner of Mischa's vision but it made a big impact. He wanted to walk through them, but he realised they were talking and went around Mishca to get to his sit. This is some manners that Mischa rarely see in this college, because everyone thought that they are rich and they could do anything they like, they usually lack of manners too. 

to be continued....

OH GOD!!!!! stefon!!!

OH GOSH!!!!!!!

i can't believe it!!!!!!

hahaha...

i'm watching a movie while writing this post...

guess what movie?

i don't know if you've watched SNL before?

but if you don't, you SHOULD!

if you are, GOOD!

i'm watching the weekend update segment.

the part where Stefon becomes Stefon Meyers.

hahaha..... 

i love it!

i think they'd make a perfect couple.

well, good for them....

but so sad that SETH is leaving.

but on the bright side,

now fans of SETH MEYERS can watch him every night

on LATE NIGHT with SETH MEYERS.

premiering on feb 24, mon, 12.35/11.35c

i think.....

i'm helping the show to make promotions...

aren't i gonna get something...

lol.....

anyway,

GO WATCH SNL and the 

PREMIER of

LATE NIGHT with SETH MEYERS!!

A Stinky little place called here.

It's already sad that I'm stuck with these bunch of suckers again...I really hope that it could leave this hell hole...I really can't stand it anymore.... I can't stand another year I this same place, same shit, same losers and the same nonsense.....
Things are getting worse, people are getting more pathetic, friends turning into hideous black hearted monsters, teachers changing into a nag machine, surrounding gets gray and dull...
Everything around me is turning into gray and not as colorful as I first came in....
The longer you stay in a place, the uglier it'll be.....
You'll see the darker side behind the bright and cheery impression they first gave you when you first enter the school....
You'll see the bloody behind the scenes of teachers who act so sweet in front of their colleagues.....
You'll get into a tornado of pathetic and untruthful friends....
You'll turn yourself into a piece of shit....
The ugly truth about every place,
If you r not on the top of the food chain, 
You'll die.
You stay afloat or you'll sink to the bottom of bull shit.
A truly sad place. So cruel.
You either be a grass and let everybody walk over you,
Or you be the ghost who scare the shit out of the people who tries to walk over you.
I chose to be the ghost, 
No friends, no shit, no heart broken, no back stabbed, no need to give a fuck and not a damn given.

please don't go

please don't go

don't let me go

you may not know,

but you paint like Van Gogh,

make the best sloppy joe

and crazy like John Doe.

that's why you catch my soul. 

but that's who you are

not some big film star

driving some expensive sports car,

flirting with bitches at some beach bar.

nor a rock star,

flinging your shiny guitar

and rocking at Santa Barbara.

since you sign that contract,

you've been overreacting

about every small thing.

you wear bling bling

and started hating chicken wing.

but you started drinking.

you begin to be very annoying

and forgot about our wedding ring.

maybe this might not work out

not even with doggy eye and a cute pout.

if it makes you proud,

you should just go with your 'friends' and hangout.

i'll be at the gym working out

till i get the correct amount of fat.

all because of me

well,
we have four close friends.....
but maybe that's what i think..... 
we use to call ourselves the J power of 4 group....
or maybe it's just me...
i used to think that we were a special group...
and we were a group of 4...
not until yesterday...
there was a girl who used to be in our group....
but we kinda had a big fight and broken into 2 groups..
us and them 3...
well the think is that,
Big J went to thailand and brought back some gifts....
She gave the girl a customized key chain...
and us 3J have to wait for about 3 days to get our present.
and guess what we got for our present...
key chains with only 2 patterns to choose...
and one pattern has the letter D on it.....
then after we chose our 'present'..
she passed the bag to the kids behind...
and let them pick.....

i was thinking,
so i am like them...
i am nothing different than those usual kids who you don't talk to....
i'm a nothing...
well...
i went to a few countries and I specially picked gifts for us....
and you just bought a bag of key chains from the road side and give us?
well then...
i get it...
i'm nothing to you....

i will not take it personally...
but i will know how you truly feel towards me....

Geez...Gimme a break

i need a place where i can just scream all i want!!!!
there's just too much inside me...

i'm feeling the pain that few would understand..
but if you do, help me.
i don't think i could hold it anymore....
i've read through a site about signs people show when they are bout to commit suicide....
and i hit most of them......
i'm starting to give away my precious earthly possession...
my ring, my presents, and my very expensive pen....
and i'm starting to say that if i'm gone my friends would not miss me...
and i'm going to meet my parents and my dead relatives.
my boyfriend has also left me.....
so i think it would be better if i'm gone......

Blah blah blah

Everyone has their own fucking problem....
Why do you come and bother me with your problem?
And when I go to you, you said I'm fucking annoying.

It's like you can have a problem,
But when I have it, it's like I'm the troublemaker!
I can be a real troublemaker, I don't think you wanna see that part.

Just walk and see....
I assure you, that's not the last of me....