The few things I love about myself!

A post I can smile at, for those crappy days when I dont want to be me.

1) My eyes - I like how my eyes pierce and how I can scare away people or decieve people or even stirr people with em. They are dark eyes, lined with thick eyelashes and I think its the best part of my face. Best part of my body, for now.

2) My knowledge - Im just grateful that im smart and that I know necessary things. Although, I havent been using my knowledge lately. Its easier being dumb.

3) I like how my nails naturally always look like theyve just got a french manicure =)

And that is pretty much it. Thank you for reading folks and have a nice day. This is Amelin Bhullar saying, its good to be me!

I am intoxicated.

Melanie knew that one day, she whould get what she wanted in life. She had it all planned out and everything was organized according to what she felt was truly right and should be. She waited for that day to come, unsure if she should do something to increase the speed of its arrrival, or to not do anything and just wait.

But doubt had its way with Melanie and she always failed to avoid it. She wondered if the day was truly coming and if she could trust herself. Doubt took over and Melanie was left empty, unsure if she could go back down the same way that brought her to this. Melanie was lost and she felt absolutely foolish. She didnt know what to do next, all that used to be her principle, is now just mere rules created by her to help her take the easy way in life.

She then believed that she was fed with lies. "We are going to go get ice cream sweetheart." her mother would say. After a few moments, she would realize that the ice cream shop was in another direction and her mother was driving another way. It didn't take long for her to find out that she was heading towards the hospital. Yes, lies everywhere. Passed on for generations, brainwashing people, making them believe false words. That was the problem, and now Melanie could blame it on others, an easy way out, but not a solution.
Melanie then remembered her exboyfriend who promised her a million things and got her to believe in her dreams and his. They first started out as friends with a fond curiosity for each other. Then they became comfortable and the next thing she knew, she was in love. She gave her boyfriend her all she knew she should and she didnt receive anything in return. She didnt care, or more accurately, she didnt know. Perfectly perfect, contently content. She was happy, she felt like she had found her other half and that she would be with him forever. One unforgettable day, reality was harsh on Melanie. Reality made Melanie notice her boyfriends lack of commitment, and that he wasnt completely honest or faithful. She broke up with him one night, her dreams and his lies, shattered. Ever since then, Melanie respected reality. And now, she was trying to fight it.

Melanie gripped and clawed at her dress, transferring her anger towards her hands. She hated herself for being so vulnerable to her own thoughts and fears. In her life, there were many episodes when things did not go the way she wanted. The repetition of those episodes left her somewhat numb of disappointment. But this was different.

Oi veyh.... I have no idea what im typing. My title says im intoxicated, but im not. Seriously. Im just having one of those crazy days when I need to type crap.

Ooh you know when Beyonce had a name for herself, Sasha Fierce? Well, I created a name for myself too! PrincessKissAss. ;)

Im not posting this on Facebook, so if you do happen to read this, you are a great friend for checking on my blog without being told to =) Lucky you.

Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it.


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25th July, 1.15pm.

A dear friend told me that he thought that I was talking about myself.

I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT MYSELF.

Do respect a writers ability to create stories of other people. The events above have nothing to do with me. Nothing at all. And the next person who reads another story I write and says its me, I would personally slap you. If I was writing about me, I would write it, using myself as the persona. Tyvm.

Wham! Bam!

Finlandiiiaaaaaaaa

Just so all of you would shut up and stop asking me about Finland, I decided to do a little blog post about it and its about time I make a blog post right?

Okay in one word, Finland is...... Indescribable.

Its nice, its nice. Of course its nice. There are so many TREES. Everything is so CLEAN. The people are friendly, sorta. Sauna's EVERYWHERE. And just lots of nature and more than what I really need. Like seriously, Santa Clause exits here. For real.

Its just my first week here so I cant tell much. But here are the things I do in Finland that I DONT do in Malaysia.

1) Swim everyday.

2) Visit a grave of a total stranger, clean it, put flowers on it, just because of a sudden feeling of compassion.

3) Ride pillion on a motorbike

4) Ride pillion on abicycle

5) Go on a huge swing, with 5 people on it at the same time. And go really really high.
6) Swim in 'fake lakes'

7) Bicycle everywhere

8) Attend a confirmation ceremony at a Lutherian Church. (Oh, and if you'd ask me if I were a christian, and I said yes, and then you asked what kind, I'd say im a Lutherian. They believe Jesus and God are two different people and that Jesus is merely the son of god. Hallelujah.)
9) Jump off rocks into really cold water in a 'fake lake'.
10) Eat salmiakki. Horrible stuff. And that brown bread, ruisleipä. Ugh...

So I heard that there is like some sorta Bersih protest in Malaysia? Ehh... cant be bothered ;)

OH! I remember plenty of people asking me to bring back Finnish babes and dudes for them but you know what, you should just come here and get them yourself. Theres many to pick from!

Guys, you are in luck. Finnish girls are GREAT!

Okay well, dont know all of em but there's Helmi, Jonna, Tiia, Pinja, Viljamaria, Inna, Enni, Annika, Iina.
And they are really, really nice =)

But for the girls back home, you are really outta luck. According to Enni (my sister), all the boys are hiding at home with their Black Ops and Runescape. Ive only seen 3 or 4 teenage guys that my sister knows so far. And in Finland there are 3 types of guys. Headbangers, those Hip Hop lovers and hunters.

Headbangers - The kind of guys who love heavy metal rock bands and mostly are crap.
Hip Hop lovers - Wayyyy too big clothes. Like sarongs. And they have the taste of music that goes something like this. We shall party every fucking day and pour alcohol everywhere and we would burn things and girls really love us and get really dirty around us. Fuck yeah!
Hunters - Horrible. Smell like elk.

And if you find a normal guy, you are really lucky. But almost all guys have either drinking, smoking or verbal problems. So if I did bring back a Finnish guy for you girls, you'd hate me.

And here, its fashionable to have a blog, and post many pictures taken with your dslr. So all you need to survive the high school social life in Ylivieska is a blog with lots of pictures. A solid gang of friends and a boyfriend/girlfriend displayed on your Facebook profile. Oh well...

True fact - Finland has the highest amount of single girls than any other country in Europe.

And thats probably due to the crappiness of guys over here.


Today (9/07/2011),

Enni, Tiia, Helmi, Viljamaria and I went to the fake lake, just to hang out. The last time I went to the fake lake, I made a deal with Enni that by the end of my stay, I would have jumped off a rocky, 7 meter cliff, into the water.

So today, I was practicing before the big day. And I was terrible, I hate myself so much right now. There was a 2 1/2 meter cliff, and I couldnt get myself to jump of it. I would tell myself 'Okay Amelin, you have to jump now, think about the really high 7 meter cliff! This is nothing!'. Then I would walk to the edge of the cliff, and then I would FREEZE. I couldnt control my body and I felt sick, I could have thrown up if given the chance. Then after a while of persuading myself to jump, my body became stiff. And made it a whole lot more harder to jump. So I moved to a lower rock to jump off, and then I jumped.

And I HATE MYSELF SO MUCH. *Stabs myself with a dagger.* WHY COULDNT I JUMP FROM THE HIGHER ROCKS?!!!! *Stabs myself once more.*

And, here are the pictures!!! Pictures, courtesy of Tiia Mattila.

There are some pictures of me in a bikini, and I know that not many people post pics of them in Bikinis back in Malaysia, but not that many people read my blog anyway, so what the heck.

Everyone waiting for me to jump and I am frozen stiff.

Me finally jumping. =(

Hello, contrast!

Thats all for now =)