Watching the Sun disappear and never coming back .

Monday, May 28

2007-05-28T22:58:00.000+08:00

I wanna go Escape Theme Park again. Yay. Okay, so Ahmad and Khai and Rasyad and Emma got me addicted to Inverter. And Go Kart. And the cheesy rollercoasters.

Okay, so I've basically been so lazy to update my blog. Since it's the holidays, I'm like so gonna update it alot. So, maybe, my holidays is gonna be full of boring stuff to do. Like for example, studying? Staying at home? Yeah, probably. But I'm sooo looking forward to go out, I mean, it's called a holiday for a reason, isn't it?

So I have art class practically everyday but nobody bothers to come. I know, because I went to school for Mother Tongue lesson and saw nobody in the art room. Harharhar, poor Mr. Amin.

BORED LA.

Hello.

Friday, May 25

2007-05-25T21:40:00.000+08:00

There's different types of promises, don't you think? Let me name a few...

1) Friendship promises: when, for example, you hold out your pinky and swear to keep a secret about a gossip or an unknown relationship or whatever.
2) Family promises: when your parents, for example, promises you to buy that outfit you've been obsessing and begging about to them.
3) Self promise: when you think you're fat, you promise yourself, 'damnit, I need to lose weight.'

Problems about promises:
1) Friendship promises: some friends are backstabbers.
2) Family promises: sometimes your Mum or Dad go broke and you go insane because you don't get what you want. Brat.
3) Self promise: you stuff yourself in oily french fries and fattening fizzy drinks while you feel guilty about adding them to your fats hall of fame.

Me?

1) None currently. Hopefully not. But will happen. Soon.
2) Um. I feel guilty, you know? Read last blog post, kthxbaii.
3) YES. EXACTLY WHAT I'M FUCKING FACING. NOOOOOOOO.

Okay, enough about promises.

What I really wanted to talk about is;

Drum roll please.

jengjengjeng...

relationships.

Okay, so half of teenagers experienced this silly thing called 'puppy love'. And when you're deeply in love, you want to believe he's the right one, and you'd spend eternity with him, yada yada yada. You get the point?

And for some, after a few months, he/she gets seriously tired of seeing his face like, for example, in school. And you think you're good enough to snag someone better.

And for some, even, while having a relationship, are two-timing or even better, ten-timing or whatever. How bitchy or bastardly.

Anyway, those who often quarrel, some fights has a meaning. Like maybe it's a sign you should get back together with him/her, or probably you'd have to accept the fact that the fight is a lesson learnt to you.

Sigh, I'm bored. Maybe I'll continue this tomorrow or something. Byeeeeeeeeeeeee

Thursday, May 24

2007-05-24T22:29:00.000+08:00

Hello, I'm back for so fucking long muahahaha.

Firstly, if you deleted me, I don't give a damn.

Secondly, if you want me to link you, I'd be happy enough to. But if you would kindly write your blog names in spaces in the middle or something, because my popup has been doing a good job blocking interesting advertisements for me. Thanks.

I just wrote to get all my feelings out.

First things first, I've definitely been having problems. Family relationship totally broke off, it wasn't like before. I cried on my mother's shoulders, been holding her tight throughout this few days, because I feel weak inside.

My Mum kept saying 'it's okay to cry, let your feelings out, talk it out,' and I just couldn't do it. Because 1) it's pathetic to cry in front of your mother when you're practically an adult and 2) sometimes problems and tears can't be erased. So I like told my mother 'I'm gonna go write.' and she nodded and left me alone. It was 5 days ago when I said that. I could still remember the headachey feeling I had whenever I thought about it.

And yeah, seriously because of this, I get pissed at any small matters: to waking up late to go to school (haha) to friends. And yeah, as a result, I've been abit evil these days. I seriously apologize to those who terase or whatever, okay? Because yeah, I can't always keep a happy smile and pretend everything's fine when it's not.

So basically I've been drowned in thoughts, like my Mum says, and I'm pretty much traumatized by what happened a few days ago. It was like, one moment I was having fun with my friends and the next moment you're at home crying. It all happened in a day, and why, why couldn't I see the signs? (ps, this has absolutely nothing to do with BG relationships.)

And now I'm feeling fearful because he might do it again, and confused even though the answers were so obvious. Why was it so hard to figure out the whole thing? It practically flew by my eyes and I didn't even twitch a muscle to stop this.

Now, everything's cleared up, and my Mum reassured me everything will slowly go back to normal. But deep inside my heart and hers, I know this isn't going to be normal. I can't look at him the same way now, so will she. But she put up a strong fight and eventually gave in, for the sake of us. And I nodded numbly listening to that. And she said those words, as if I'm going to smile and forget the whole incident had happened and easily forgotten. But hey, I sometimes suffer from Short Term Memory, but this? It's gonna be bugging me for a damn long time.

So, point is: I'm sorry to all I've hurt or whatever, I am vaguely aware of my mistake. I guess whatever's in me was totally controlling me and my sort of 'frustration' has reared it's ugly head and surfaced and I promptly vented it on you guys.

Okay, so...

'till then, bye.

Wednesday, April 25

2007-04-25T20:22:00.000+08:00

Don't you just wish a simple problem would just disappear? I do. And I fucking made it big. Oh yes I did.

Words - empty flying daggers.
Heart - beating slowly, stability.
Questions - oh so swift.
Running through the exploding veins.

No, tears won't save anything.
Lies just destroys everything.
Tie, oh bloody tie the cord around it.
Tighten, fucking tighten it.

Scars are here to stay
But why won't the pain go away?
Thoughtlessly, I didn't see
That I planned all along all my sins

And this is exactly why I hate relationships. It comes and go, the stupid feelings. Dolled up. Bottled in. Stupid. I'm so stupid.

Friday, April 20

2007-04-20T19:01:00.000+08:00

I'm laying here, soulless and hurt
Feelings fragile, sifting through dust
Tears flowing, lost in the wind
Broken glass lay dead, a crush destroyed

Words string from your mouth like a web
The spider venom poisoned in my mind
I'm capturing nothing again
Again on this pale dark night

And you think it was easy to move on
Without your warmth against my skin
I guess some feelings fade
But it was you I wanted all along

You sit there, ever so enchantingly graceful
It's hard not to notice your lips curve
It's hard to get you to love me back
It's hard because it's you

And I just wish you're beside me
Taking my hand, floating through the sky
Skimming through the sparkling ocean
Walking along the meadows, together

Oh, that's just a dream for me to hold
My heart, a crumpled piece of paper
A pen, stabbing furiously through it
A love, never ever to forget

Sunday, April 15

2007-04-15T03:10:00.000+08:00

I just can't let go of this feeling, you know? It's been happening alot to me lately. You're like so contented with your life, worrying about nothing but time. And the next moment, you just feel like bam! everything's lost. No, I don't even think it's attention-seeking cravingness.

It's like a bird with faltered wings.
It's like a fish with altered gills.
It's like a cut-throat damnation.
It's like a echoing scream in your deranged mind.
It's like a glass piercing through a prolonged fever.
It's like a sea churned up by a storm.
It's like a dagger darting and lurking at the corner of your eyes.
It's like a explosion of melancholious raindrops.
It's like a rose losing it's petals.
It's like a breathing ragdoll with no lungs.
It's like a schitzophrenic wall screaming your name.
It's like a revenge between slitting foes.
It's like a laughing mirror with metamorphical images.
It's like a war between a halo and horns.
It's like a whispering drops of blood.

Exactly how I'm feeling right now.

Sunday, April 15

2007-04-15T02:40:00.000+08:00

Blank empty space perched in my heart
Where oh where do we get our inspiration?
Light floods the room like thoughts within a suicidal mind
It's fucking hard to move on, time stopped in motion

Open the door to your broken misplaced love
Hey, you're not alone
Because life is fucking you through
And you just want a hand to hold throughout

Anger, rage, engrave this in my name
Dust, thoughts, piling in my fragility
Break, shatter, glass dance infront of your eyes
Gasp, breathe for your own stability

Wednesday, March 21

2007-03-21T22:01:00.000+08:00

I felt the wind blowing at my fingertips, and my eyes flashed against the silent passing of the wind.

Whoooosh... whooo...

Darkness swallows my feet, and slowly, crept to my knees, and to my thighs, to my hips, belly, arms, chest, neck... and finally, darkness swallowed me whole. I screamed as wings sprouted out of my back, those huge ugly pulsing veins that reminds me of maggots. I fell to my knees, screaming out tears of black ink, camouflaging the darkness. I balled up my fists and raised it into the air, cursing.

What has become of me?

Scream all you want. A voice inside my head laughed. 'No-one can hear you. For you are, the Angel of Darkness.' So, that's what I am? 'Your job now, is to suck the sins out of every evil men or women.' Woah, Ghost Rider much? Where's my bike? 'Of course, they have to pay a price.' Way too freaky. 'Their lives.' And yeah, he can stop cackling already.

I stared helplessly at my hands. The same thick oozing pulsing veins as my black wilted wings. My legs. Oh, nothing interesting there. Except for a piece of grass which stuck to itself there. Huzzah. Well, look on the bright side. At least I didn't need to shave.

I flung my hands to my face. Surprisingly, no veins. How thoughtful. So the Queen of Dork-ness has no veins in her face. I wonder what new feature is added to my um, fair complexion. If you consider fair as the thick black darkness, though. Umm, little voice inside my head? I need a mirror. Because a girl can't live without mirrors, even though she turned into a freakish little dark fairy with pulsing veins. She still has to see herself. 'My Queen, you need no mirror. You look perfect, perfect like the silent darkness.' Sheeeesh, talk about royalty.

I sighed, since I'm stuck with the fate of being the dork fairy, I might as well get used to it. So, first's things first. Where am I suppose to go? 'Find the most evil man living in your village.' And, um, who might that be? And like, I'm basically supposed to listen to this little voice inside my head which tells me what to do? Isn't that like, schitzophenic? Oh gosh, I am turning mental. And metal. Because seriously, that's what the veins look like. Silver shiny pulsing humongous tubes. Go me. 'Your father.'

Backtrack. My father? Hello? Has he completely lost his mind (I doubt he has one, anyway.) But.. of all people, it could be the stupid butcher who chops chicken heads mercilessly, it could be that evil cashier behind the candy store because he's pretty much lives to the name of evil since he charges 10 cents more than the original price in the store. Talk about earning money the hard way, and emptying 10 cents less in our pockets.

'Yes, your father. He's the one who banished you. He has piled your sins before your very eyes. He was the one who descended your curse. He was the one who didn't bother to stop the curse. For he should suffer.' Um, that's so... not father-daughter relationship friendly. Suck the sins out of your own father? I think he has his own sins to deal with until his time. Until it hit me.

Knock, knock, little voice in my head. Does this means I have the power to kill anyone I choose? 'If you put it nicely, you have the power to demortalize the very sinners in this planet. You have the power to make peace to the world, to teach them a lesson.' Basically, I can kill people with a touch of my hand. That about sums it up, don't you think?

With a heavy sigh, I blended into the darkness, darting back to my village. And you thought superheroes exist. I wish I had a comic strip of my own, only without the pulsing veins and maybe add a tight costume. Like anyone cares. Because I'm still stuck in here sucking sins. Now, isn't that fun?

Saturday, March 17

2007-03-17T02:49:00.000+08:00

Once upon a time only refers to fairy tales. And in fairy tales, there's princesses who end up marrying the handsome prince charming. And stuck in the story somewhere is a flying fairy which probably saves the day with the magic glowing stick of hers. And yeah, there's some strangely deformed creatures which thinks they're cute in and any other way, furry, cuddly, bullshit.

Basically, as we grow older, we tend to laugh at them. I mean, come on, imagine you fishing out a book about Alice in Wonderland in school when you're in Secondary School. Oh, right, as if your friend's gonna go 'Oh gosh, great storybook, can I lend it sometime?'. Instead, you get laughter from your peers.

Yeah, I mean, of course you enjoy reading it when you're small. You reading Russell Lee books when you're barely growing a tooth? Or maybe a pinch of Stephen King novel when you're brushing your hair to go to kindergarden. Nuh-uh.

Friday, March 16

2007-03-16T17:50:00.000+08:00

She was flying. She couldn't believe it. She was soaring through the clouds, all her past mistakes forgotten as she zipped through the clouds. Holding her hands was the cute guy she acknowledged as a stranger, nonetheless. I mean, come on, she didn't even know his name. Still, he filled her lonely little broken heart with contentment she could ever ask for. This means that she could finally point out the fact that she isn't alone.

They were laughing, ducking to pass the clouds that loomed in their view. Floating. Like heaven. They were twirling in the fluffy clouds, thankful for each other's warmth, and prayed that the silence and the company they had lasted forever. Alas, nothing is forever.

She slowly closed her eyes, her lips curled up in a peaceful manner. He carressed her cheek gently, embracing her tightly. And that's when all hell broke loose.

He started screaming in her ear, and her eyelids shot up. What she saw truly made her terrified. His skin was covered in soot, or preferably, burnt. He was writhing in pain, and screaming to make the pain stop. Only she knew why. Where his eyeballs should be were just pure empty socket holes, his hands were a bony stick, burnt to a crisp. He was on his knees, his fists rolled into a ball, clutching his burnt hair. She could smell his skin burning, the foul stench of his sealed fate.

Sheer terror exuded the air around her. She screamed. She could feel her blood turn cold. Her stomach churned, a wave of nausea hit her. Her world spun, their screams collided. And everything went black.

- - -

Her body shot up straight away, relieved. Boy, it was only a dream! She thought to herself. Thank goodness. Looks like she fell asleep when she was star-gazing in silence with him. The sun had risen, and it had blinded her sight for a few seconds. She turned her head, and screamed.

He lay motionless, and his body burnt, as if fire sucked the living out of him. The only remaining part of him is his palm that he had touched her the day before. It glowed with the only life left of him. His corpse lay there, dead. Thanks to her.

It had happened to her before. She's a cursed girl ever since she turned sweet sixteen. It's a long lost family curse her family has been trying to get rid of, but to no avail. It has been centuries since the curse had started again, and unfortunately, it had pinned down to her. What luck.

She is what they call the Angel of Death. It might sound cocky, but that's what her family believes. After the incident in her home, where she touched her older brother and ended up the same way as the rotting corpse next to her, she was banished by her own family. She had the power to kill anyone, or rather, anything she touches.

As the fog rolled in, her tears rolled down. She didn't acknowledge the fog, which had then, turned black as smog, and it had seeped into her torn jeans. She felt something tickling in her jeans. Supposedly ants, she concluded. But when she jerked her hands away from her face, she saw the thick black fog surrounding her, and she could only gape in horror.

She started screaming, standing up, but she couldn't move a single muscle in her body. She had never felt so scared. She tugged her numb legs, scared of what the noxious fog could do to her. Suddenly, she saw her skin turn a mixture of dark purple and black. Her jeans melted into her skin, and so did her jacket. She screamed, though nobody could hear it. She was helpless akin to a tiger getting caught in a cage.

And suddenly, the fog died down, and she lifted her head, only to see plain darkness surrounding her. Where am I? She wondered. She flung her arms to her face, and to her horror, her arms were bony and full of thick veins that were squirming around like worms. She turned to see her back, where two black wilted wings has sprouted, and the same veins were squirming around there too. Her legs were a mist of noxious fog.

She should've feared herself, but somehow a dark power has overtaken her innocent fragile mind. She now crave for vengeance, thirst for the sins of the evil people living in this planet, and pledged an oath that darkness will conquer the very ground she walks on.

For she, is the Angel Of Death.

Wednesday, March 14

2007-03-14T22:37:00.000+08:00

'Someone. Someone died. It... it was horrible. He... he was beside me, I was... s-screaming. His mouth, he was frothing in the mouth. His eyeballs, gosh, they practically r-rolled up. He was bl-bleeding through his n-nose. It was awful.' She mumbled and sobbed, grabbing her jacket sleeve and hastily rubbing off the tears that had fallen to her knees, which had then, trickled to her inside of her jeans.

She was a complete mess. Her hair was flying all over the place, thanks to the wind that had rapidly died down and went alive again rhythmically like a heartbeat. Her jacket was caked in mud, so did her torn jeans. She looked pitiful. Sitting on the middle of nowhere, with the sun dying down on the both of them, the colour of her face fell like the rain that had subsided a few hours ago.

They watched the sunset together. They watched as the huge orange ball of light went down, down, down... sank deeper until no trace of light glowering from it was gone. The peaceful silence, apart from the crackles of the crickets and the wind fluttering against the grass, was heavenly. She wished for time to stop, so she could erase the painful memories of her past. The thought of her past made her shudder.

The guy looked at her shaking hand, probably shaking because of the strong wind, and proceeded to hold it. She flinched, jerking her hand away. Her jaw sagged, and her eyebrows lit up in horror. She looked at her hand, as if it was burnt with fire. His eyebrows knitted, his wrinkles on his forehead meet.

She suddenly had the urge to sit down, and sleep. She had used up all her energy, somehow, and she felt totally drained. Because she believes what had happen is a nightmare, and how she ever wished she would wake up and feel the sunlight in between her toes. She looked at him and sighed. Those sparkling baby blues of his shining of the moon's reflection. His face looking tired. How she wished it was forever, just the both of them.

But it couldn't. Because she knew. Knew exactly what his fate's going to be. But it's alright, she told herself. It was an accident, how her ex-boyfriend died. All an accident. Everything's going to be alright. Hopefully.

Tuesday, March 13

2007-03-13T15:53:00.000+08:00

He smiled, showing his pearly whites. She didn't smile back, her lip twitching with nervousness. She kept her down, her fringe splashing down to her nose, covering her eyes. Thank God for long fringes. She hugged her knees, her jacket caked with mud and wet with rain. Her jeans ended up the same fate, only torn on her knees, revealing her pair of wet bruised knees.

He, on the other hand, was perfectly clean, apart for his muddy butt (because he chose to sat beside her). His tight black tee fitted his broad shoulders perfectly, palms and fingernails germ-free, except for the some dirt which had somehow got to his right thumb. He was hugging his knees, too, his buried between the gap of his knees, sucking in the cold air surrounding the both of them.

The both of them, she thought. The both of them. The words repeated like a chant in her mind, a broken record which couldn't be stopped no matter how much you try to destroy it. Because she couldn't believe 'the both of them' were in the middle of nowhere, sitting on wet muddy grass, hugging their knees to keep themselves warm.

Some part of her wanted this to last forever, some part of her wished this was an awful nightmare she might snap out of, and waking up to the fuzziness of the bed and her warmth of the pillows and blankets.

'I... have no one to confide.' she blurted. The guy lifted his head, and spun his head to her, his hair flapping against the wind. His eyes wide with inquisitivity, those big baby blues of his. She carefully tucked her long fringe behind her ears and gazed into his lovely baby blue eyes, her tears forming at her eyelids. Her lip trembled, her hands shook as she tightly held her knee.

Tuesday, March 13

2007-03-13T01:16:00.000+08:00

She looked at him weakly, unable to find the words. Something had triggered her small jaw open, revealing her perfect set of white teeth. Her lips twitch, words unable to escape from her clenched throat.

He stared intently into her eyes, observing the little droplets of sweat forming on her forehead.

'Uhh, nothing. I... just needed some alone time. Uhh, I mean, time some alone. Err, some time alone...' Her words were mashed up, she was obviously tongue-tied over him, he realized.

'Then why are you sitting here, in the middle of nowhere, looking like you just fell out of the sky with the rain?' He asked, his corners of his lips curled a little. Her cheeks flared into a shade of red, unable to find the right words.

'Maybe when I have the proper courage to... talk, I will. But right now, I don't feel like talking.' She mumbled, staring at the wet and muddy ground. She grabbed a tiny stone, and started carving nothings on the dirt. She secretly wished she was really alone, but, yet again, there's a really cute guy, who obviously, cares about her. She was on the verge of falling again, this time in a stupid kind of decision - whether to tell him about her past mistakes, pouring her heart over him, or just keep her trap closed.

In this case, if he disappeared forever, she'd just have the 2nd available option - keep her trap shut.

'Oh, wow.' He gasped, breaking the peaceful yet awkward silence. She lifted her head, and turned to face him. She shot him a What? Do I have a huge pimple you just realized I had? kind of look. His eyes fixed on her, and she noticed his lips trembled a bit. His hands pointed to the dirt that the stone she was carving on.

She almost leapt up, but controlled her tense muscles, for what she saw shocked her. She had completely carved his face, every single detail she had seen, on the dirt. And to think, the dirt was already dirty enough (excuse the pun, or whatever), she had completely brushed off the bits and pieces of grasses and unwanted trash, carefully forming his face, every single detail on his face, perfectly captured on the dirt.

His almond-y round eyes, and the delicate pupils forming in them, his too-thick-but-not-that-thick eyebrows, carefully carved, his slender and perfectly sculpted nose, his full girlish-pouty lips, his chiselled cheekbones, his perfectly shaped chin, like a model's chin, the not-too-long-not-too-small kind of jaw he possessed, and she was half-way carving his soft fluttery-in-the-wind kind of hair on the dirt.

And to think, if she were to paint this on a portrait, she'd be a millionaire by now.

'That's...' He paused, his hand shot to his chin, scratched it abit, and his mouth opened a bit. His mouth formed a little "o". 'Me?' he finally said after what it seemed like eternity.

Gosh, how she wish she had the guts, and not to mention, voice & courage, to even spit out a word. She gaped at her own hands, which were smeared with dirt and dried blood. In fact, her hands were numb, and she suddenly couldn't remember how to feel anything. She panicked inside her mind. No wonder she didn't even know that she picked up the stone and carved out his face.

It wasn't her that carved out his face, wasn't it ?

Sunday, March 11

2007-03-11T14:40:00.000+08:00

Ahhhhhhh, I just woke up an hour ago with my stupid throat feeling sore. Feeling pathetic. Just like this blog.

Saturday, March 10

2007-03-10T18:50:00.000+08:00

Ohhh, PTC PTC. Didn't turn out as badly as I expected. In fact, my Mum looked pretty sleepy to hear what my teacher is even talking. She talked about my future (the exact same thing as she said last year, only she twitched it here and there. Pathetic) about Poly, and how I might end up there. And she talked bout the courses. I was just 'um, yeah...' nodding my head and darting my eyes everytime I nodded my head.

Santhiya was beside me laughing with her mother while I get the ol' sweet talk from my form teacher. In other words - words of shit-ragement, and uh, the usual 'buck up your Maths, okay.' and which in her heart means 'I teach you crapholes for 2 years and you never pass Maths. If killing is made legal I'd be the first one to kill you.'

Yeah, it's scary, but obviously, we hate Maths, and we can't help it if we hate it. E=Mc²!? Hello, Mr. Einstein, what's that. What's E. What's Mc. Hello. Hello. Answer me. Um, yeah, so, in short, I hate maths. Give me 1 million dollar to force to take a exam & pass, I won't. I'll fail like the cockroaches stepped on the ground kinda fail.

Ugh, hate my life.

Friday, March 09

2007-03-09T20:51:00.000+08:00

Headache, killing, throbbing, in my head. I just woke up, that's the problem with naptimes with me. I will definitely get a headache, soon after I wake up, from naps only. Weird body, weird weird body.

Anyway, tomorrow's PTC (Parent Teacher Conference). In other words, it's a little 5-10 minute talk about the daily routine of our school life. For some, smoking in the toilet every half or one hour. For some, sleeping-slash-snoring in class. For some, staring at the teacher and nodding their head blindly while nothing but dust is registering in their brain. Basically, that's where I fit into. And yeah, for some, letting the earphones of their iPods dig deep in their ears while music blasting in their ears.

Yeah.

In other words, 5 minutes of hell talk by teacher. Coincedentally, the English teachers of each class are gonna be there (for what-so-ever reason, I hope she says good stuff 'bout my behaviour in school, which hopefully wasn't crap.) to like, uh, maybe correct the form teacher's English or just gonna say something bad about my class. Specifically, all of my classmates, including me. I really, reaaally hope not, though.

So, um, I need a new topic.

So basically I just wasted my breath & strength carrying my art file (2, technically.) for 3 days & my teacher didn't come. Not that I'm complaining, but at least give us a signal that maybe he won't come or something. Ah .. neverrrr mind o.o

Wednesday, March 7

2007-03-07T20:25:00.000+08:00

Tomorrow's gonna be a looong day ahead, and it's probably gonna be full of Maths. Because, basically, my father enrolled me in Maths tuition, which, coincedantally, is set on Thursdays (for whatever reason, I don't know why.) && there's probably Maths remedial tomorrow. Aleluia.

Maths does not excite my life, unless shopping for tees count as Maths, then I'm happy to accept that I love that kind of Maths. But believe me, you do not, um, I do not like Maths. Never did, except for the basic pluses, minuses, multiplies and divisions, that I vouch for. But uh, about trigometry & geometry and whatever crap, uh, I don't understand. Let alone passing a Math test. Sigh, hopefully this tuition does boot up my grades a bit.

And uh, so I think we're gonna have a blast during March holidays?

So, I've been reading this book series called Seven Deadly Sins (and the guys on the cover of the book are super cute). Basically, the story's about 7 people, 3 guys & 4 girls. Each sin represents the story. For example, take the sin Envy. There should be alot about bitchiness or whatsoever. I have a gut feeling it's about catfights between girls wanting the guys or the other way 'round.

I skipped three series, Lust, Envy, Pride, according to order, so yeah, I don't really know how the story took place. But yeah, I should really recommend you guys for buying it. The English isn't that strong like Meg Cabot books, but at least you know the story plot from the beginning of the book, because the author has taken her efforts to fill in the details missed from the other books. So, yeah, nice book.

Tuesday, March 6

2007-03-06T15:45:00.000+08:00

So what do you get when you put a busy (sleeping) girl & a dusty blog? Yeah, tadaaa.

What I've been up to? Hm, definately not saving any cents, and I like wannaaaaaaaaaaa buy more Tees at Penin. I mean, argh, so many nice tees, but I just had to go broke. And yeah, like my Mother & Grandmother (not real one lah.) ... I have a crazy craving for Mrs. Fields cookies. I swear, I'm gonna buy the fudgey ones more. I mean, who the goondu eats cookies with nothing in them except for crumbs and freshly baked dough? Come on, almost every cookie you eat has at least something inside, like fudge (yeahyeah, me want!) or maybe almonds (gawd I'd go ma-ad.). Yeah, I praise cookies. Yumyum. So, I officially love Mrs Fields - uh, whoever she is. && Famous Amos - uh, whoever he is.

Oreos? Hmm, are they qualified to be a cookie? I guess so, but it has whatever vanilla crap in them. Do some cookies have vanilla FILLED in them, or they are just displayed there? But personally, filled/baked in them is much nicer, rather than licking it up and wetting the whole cookie with your saliva. I mean, ewww much? Uhm, and whatssup with those Chocolate & Coffee cookies? Wonderful taste, but the biscuit part is a no-no. I'd rather lick it now, haha.

Enough about cookies.

So, may I warn my lovely readers, don't buy Hershey's Kissables. Gosh they taste... funny. They look funny, too. But the cute type of funny, but the taste is... similar to biting off a overburnt gingerbread guy with chocolate. Yeah, that kind of taste. Weird, but, uh, weird.

Ugh, what's with me & junk food now?

Friday, March 02

2007-03-02T23:50:00.000+08:00

Heh, thanks for those who posted at my tagboard, appreciated (=

So a few days back, I read at a guy's MSN personal message (I forgot who, darn, he deleted it. I don't even know who he is, mind you.) The PM goes something like this. - 'Cry, but the whole world isn't going to stop and offer you advice. Just get on with life.'

Yeah, that got me thinking, really. It is true. You cry, and yeah, so maybe your close friends might wriggle to comfort you, offer your advice, yadayadayada, but not everyone's gonna go and pat your shoulder and tell you not to cry for a silly relationship problem or a mishap in life. Cos like I saw in a certain place, everybody is born with a tragedy. A huge thing will hit you unexpectedly, like hey, maybe you might go bankrupt or maybe your breasts might fall off. That's tragedy too.

So, like I said, when you cry over a little thing, not everyone's gonna care. Not everyone's gonna go 'Oh my that's sad. Aww lemme give you a hug.' ... cos that's plain ridiculous. When you're walking around with a broken heart or a leg, sure, there's always someone there to help, but like I said, not everyone's gonna help.

So, apart from that, I need a new topic.

Damnnit...

So, Geography paper was like so damn easy lah... even a primary school kid can do, for goodness sake. Yeah, to those who took it, you know why. The questions are like 'What do you expect to find in tourism Malaysia?' and whatever crap. Yeah, hopefully everyone passes, though. Go, Ifah, for failing miserably on your Combined Science. We'll do the dumbass dance when we can, alright? Words of stupid encouragement for me.

Watched Covenant on VCD, wooh, hot hot guys. But too bad it's only on TV.

Daily happenings.

Blablabla.

Thursday, March 1

2007-03-01T21:09:00.000+08:00

March already?!!? And we're lagging behind on our Art. Crap, crappity crap. Double crap. Dumbcrapfuck. Arghh.

Oh yeah, I didn't go to school today. Damn fever. I slept with a tissue stuck inside my nose. It was 4am. I switched off my handphone alarm willingly, and sighed, knowing I'm like so gonna miss my Bio test. Arghhhh. @!*(@(!*@!()@

So, today I read the Newspaper about the girl who's gonna have her 2nd child, and she's only 16?! What's this world coming to? Gosh, and yesterday's paper was a Primary 3 girl pregnant. I was like, wtmf. How could she get pregnant at that age? I mean, as a Primary 3 girl, you're like as puny as a toddler (well, I was back then.) and another human being is growing inside of you?! That's like, super outrageous.

And imagine the doctor's face when a primary school girl is being wheeled into the delivery room to give birth. I think the doctor's gonna go 'Are you sure she's freaking pregnant? Maybe a stupid doll she accidentally swallowed got stuck in her womb or something...' Hey, who knows? I mean, come on lah... pregnant at 9? I barely got my menstruation at 10, and like poof, this girl is pregnant at 9. Why, God, why does girls wanna have sex that much? Stupid pervertic boyfriend of hers.

Anyway, when the hell is March Holidays? I'm like so gonna watch movies then, hopefully new and interesting movies come out. I hate ghost movies, I won't pay a single cent to watch one. Unless it's on HBO or Star Movies, I will watch. Since like, hello, we - I mean I - don't play for SCV. But my Mum willingly pays, because every night she's gonna sit on the couch and watch sloppy movies about that has spit-swapping endings. Well, most of the time. As long as there's that kind of cheesy movies, I won't prop myself on the couch to waste my time to watch millions of love stories unfold before my eyes.

Because believe me, reality is harsh enough. It's more, experincing, than TV crap. Because on TV, they'll make you say lines. But in real life, words come out like flying daggers. It's really unexpected, unless you rehearsed the damn thing. But 100% of that won't happen, right?

Mhm, bye.

Wednesday, February 28

2007-02-28T18:23:00.000+08:00

Is February ending? And hello guys, how do you like the new skin? If you're wondering what song is playing and stopping (because of the buffering.) in my blog, it's Clairvoyant Disease by Avenged Sevenfold.

So, today was Maths & Mother Tongue, surprisingly, it wasn't as hard as I thought. I mean, like durh, it was hard.. but Maths wasn't filled with those Evaluate the following... But nonetheless, like I said, it was h-a-r-d. Especially the oh-so-favourite question for Maths teachers. sin = 0.345 is equal to cos 6.05 or whatever crap. Do you understand that question? I certainly didn't.

So best solution? Skip the damn question & sleep. What's point of doing when you know the answer's going to be all wrong (and the teacher might end up laughing in her heartless mind and say 'Hah, this chicken fart question also this idiots don't know how to do. I teach to the wall more better.' Hey, who knows?) And yeah, it's a waste of ink. Plus, it doesn't fuzz up my brain, searching for every unknown file quietly in my brain just to find the solution, which I think, my brain cleverly poured acid on that file. Which basically means, I don't know the damn answer. Kapeesh?

Yeah, so during assembly there's this England guy who came to our school (of all the retarded schools, he came to the wonderland of retarded institution - Northland Secondary) and talked about, um, yay? Reading? Okay, I admit he's fun to laugh at. Because of his stupid & silly jokes. Seriously? He asked us to chant 'read read read' to a box and he said it's gonna turn into a flat screen TV. Know what happened? He put on the box and turned it, and the words behind the box was 'TV'. Like, what a interesting magic trick. Rashad should try that in Bio class, seriously.

So, where was I. Reading? Yeah, and he read us a stupid story about a guy falling in love with a girl, and turns out the girl was his - omfg, his mother. Lol? Yeah, everyone in the hall cracked up.

Enough about that England guy whose accent I vow to learn when I grow up.

Sigh.

So, it's still raining. I'm like having a headache and hopefully tomorrow a fever would start to spread and I could like go to the sick bay while everyone is doing their POA (which is after Biology paper). But that'd be a shameful waste, since the POA paper is an hour before 2pm, which the school releases us. So, what's the friggin' point? Sigh.

Mr. Amin didn't come today. Was bored in class. Hate Shahidan for not bringing my mp3 and irritatingly changing songs on my iPod. He listened to Alesana songs (okay, I admit I love Alesana but he changed to the song which I hate. Arghh.)

I WISH I CAN LEARN TO PLAY THE GUITAR. Someone teach me? :]

Tuesday, February 27

2007-02-27T22:02:00.000+08:00

Haha, like woohoooo, I'm backkkk baby. Coming up in this dusty blog is:

- New skins.
- New links.
- New stories (hopefully.)
- New... posts?

Heh, how would you like that?

So life got a bit fun & I got busy, so? Yeah, I'm sorry I left my blog, it's like leaving a piece of me behind. Not. So, let's elaborate on the little bits of my life...

So, currently, I just did a Chemistry & Social Studies paper for Common Test. Yeah, Common Test week, and it's like, whomg, Common Test week already? In an blink of an eye. Darnnit. How time flies when you're having fun. And the next thing you know, it's fucking N levels. Sigh. Damn.

Ohh, so now life gets more exciting? What happened to my Sec 3 year when everyone fell out of my life and I'd rather go bungee-jumping with a rabbit then to go out with friends? Yeah, I'm afraid of curfews but last year was ridiculous. Nonetheless, memories are there to keep. But still, people change. They go to their different paths now. Take me, for example, I was the girl with bushy hair last year since I dyed my hair and it spoilt (Thank you, L'Oreal.) and it's like whoooosh it turned into a electricuted afro. To me, that is. And now lookie, hair straight. I like.

So like I said, people change. Each and every year. Last two years ago, I was combing fringes like there was no tomorrow. Last year I went out and zipped my trap wherever I go. This year I show my horrible teeth at everyone. And next year? Maybe I'll come to school with a snowcap and a button on my chest saying 'Hey I'm Ifah.' or 'Is school really important? Cos I really don't care about this button.'

Or maybe, I might not even be in Northland. I might be wondering in some unknown ITE studying some unknown course. Who knows, right?

Right, so I was at the part where I was saying (or typing) about my Common Test. Chemistry was !!#@$#$ cos I really, honestly, can't remember what the friggin' hell is a 'ionic compound'. Clever eh, Ifah? I really would wanna congratulate myself for that. And for Social Studies? Let's just say I did it with my mind blank, with stupid words like banana and peanut butter swimming around in my head. Ugh.

So, yeah, I'd be dead meat for PTC (Parent Teacher Conference) this coming March, since all graduating classes are gonna have their PTC before the other levels. Damn crap, right? Mhm, seriously. Gosh.

Yeah, so right now I'll be changing skins :D Whoopee.

Right, so bye.

Sunday, February 18

2007-02-18T21:51:00.000+08:00

Wow.. it's been a whole week since I've updated. Nothing to say, really. But I just love watching Ghost Rider the movie.

Wes Bentley is love.

Sorry I stopped at my story. Here goes nothing (:

Friday, February 9

2007-02-09T20:54:00.000+08:00

She felt a shiver run down her spine, startled by the warmth. She lifted her head to the sky, and craned her neck to see who it was.

Soft black hair caressing his neck, his fringe flopping with the wind, covering his left eye. His eyes blue as the soothing water in the forbidden lake, sparkling with curiosity as it looked right through her. Clad in a tight black sweater and tight black jeans, he looked sympathetically at her.

'I guess you ran too, huh.' he said, and she could catch the hint of excitement in his tone of voice. She was speechless, but she managed to nod her head. She suddenly had the urge to show him her palms, which was badly scarred. He said nothing, but just sat down beside her, watching the Sun take it's place on the sky.

He watched her palms sliding to her knees, and hugged her torn jeans. The morning dew of the grass tickled up her leg, and hell yeah, it felt refreshing. And suddenly, she didn't feel alone anymore. The guy beside her was humming a soothing tune that made her feel relaxed, and she felt more stronger.

'So, what happened to you?' he asked, turning his pretty head and faced her. She glanced at his face. Blue crystal eyes, perfectly sculpted nose, full lips which looked better if he smiled, and under that lip in the middle, a lip ring tucked safely. He tugged it, looking very comfortable, with her presence.

She was speechless again, helplessly staring into his eyes. She had the answer, it was her mouth which refused to move, and her voice croaked in a little 'Urh...'. His blue almond-shaped eyes widened, his mouth opening a little bit. He shifted his body closer to her.

'Pardon? What happened to you?'...

Friday, February 9

2007-02-09T20:46:00.000+08:00

Well, this is certainly gonna be one interesting weekend.

Saturday; Go to Dunman Sec (heyhey, we miss Irfaan alright!) & go to his school's fair or something, but I bet it's gonna be fun, hopefully. More important points I'll be missing out, and filling it TOMORROW! :D

Sunday; To do Art with Santhiya. Oh, & must must get presents for Valentines Day for them, my lovelies. (:

So, another fight in school, whoopee. A fight leads to another. I hate fights, I have nothing to write. Bai.

Thursday, February 8

2007-02-08T10:33:00.000+08:00

Weeeeeeeeeeeee, I didn't go to school. I woke up groggily, sneezed, and pulled my pillow over my head, and reached for my handphone, only realising it was 7.15am. Whoopee.

She tried balanced herself on her feet, her muscles weak due to the aftermath of running. Her veins was pulsing fast, her heartbeat thumped rhythmically. The rain had stopped, and the warm air of the night made her feel comfortable. She was still figuring herself, where was she? Why was she here in the first place?

Sighing silently, she plopped to the cool refreshing grass on the ground. She started grabbing the dirt while humming to herself. 'I could make a dirt sandcastle,' she thought. Which was totally random. What if someone found her sitting in the middle of nowhere on a pile of wet grass, moulding dirt together to form a sandcastle? People might think she's drunk or something. Nonetheless, it doesn't really bother her. To her, she was clearly lost and unknown where she is at right now. Nobody would come find her. Nobody would bother.

And suddenly, she felt the warmth of blood on the palm of her hands. She was bleeding. She didn't realise it. She didn't really care that the dirt was gone and now she was digging through a pile of glass. It felt really good, the blood smearing on her palm, the glass shredding swiftly through her numb and dry skin. At last, she found comfort in something in her.

She stood up, looked at her palms as if the blood wasn't there. She smiled to herself, and let out a little gentle sigh. She brushed her bleeding palms to her jacket and it stained, no doubt. But the bleeding won't stop, really. She didn't panic. Why would she? Emotionally, she already died. Physically, she was happily dying. Nobody would care. Of course nobody would care.
And suddenly, she felt the warmth of human hands on her shoulder...

Wednesday, February 7

2007-02-07T15:38:00.000+08:00

And she stood there, with her hands buried in her pockets of her jeans, walking alone on a Friday night. The night was chilly, not a hint of warmth was felt in the air. Her hair flew everywhere, plastering her face and blocking her view. She gently lifted her hands from her pocket and adjusted her jacket.

She doesn't know where she is, or where she is going. All she know was to keep walking, alone. The sky had turned an angry orange, and the wind was blowing more violently. But heck, she didn't care. Her mind was full of running questions. Is she gonna be okay? Is she gonna find her way back to her normal path of life?

And suddenly there was a crack of thunder, and the wind was at it's frustation state. She looked up from the ground where she was walking and stopped. Not a soul was around, not even a cricket sound was heard. The only sound she heard was her own heartbeat. All she saw was total darkness, no light guiding her lonely journey to nowhere.

Suddenly she felt a drop of water on her palm. She brushed it off, and proceeded to wipe her face with her jacket. Yep, she was crying. She was thinking angrily to herself, why did she even chose this stupid life? And suddenly, she screamed, with all her might, and a ear-spliting crack of thunder followed after. She bent down on her knees and cupped her face with her palm of her hands. She began to sob tears of anger.

Then, raindrops started tapping angrily on her head. More followed after. She pulled her hoodie of her jacket up to her fringe and zipped her jacket to her neck, protecting herself from the cold. Her tears wriggled to her jacket, and it was almost like it was trying to dig itself in her jacket. She continued to walk, her pace slowing rhythmically. And suddenly, her adrelaine burst into full power, and the next thing she knew her legs was chugging along the wet grass, brushing the raindrops to her sneakers. She knew she was running, running, running, but to nowhere...

Monday, February 5

2007-02-05T14:17:00.000+08:00

Wow, I spent a whole Sunday rearranging my songs in the correct genres through files. And let me tell you, it isn't pretty. Since my computer is chucked full of unknown songs I rarely listen to (well, quarter of it anyway.) So yeah, my eyes was watering when it was halfway done, and that was only the beginning. Pfft, go me & my 1001 songs.

Anyway, today we had Geography (blabla, tourism shit, and oh my goondu, the test is tomorrow!) & thankfully for only a period. After that, Chemistry. And during that time, there was a little fight, because of a phone. Uhm, my handphone. Thank you, you-know-who-you-are. So teacher was like losing her little private war with you-know-who-you-are, and everyone was chuckling at his joke, so teacher went all 'You think funny ah? Then get out ah.' She was looking at Eswaran, haha. Of all people, pfft. Yeah, as expected & obviously, he went out of the class and never returned until the next period...

Yadayadayada, Maths period passed by, recess, rice with asam pedas IKAN PARI, yum yummy. Then, Social Studies (and fuck, another test for the tortured 4NB during Wednesday).. crappycrappy, Mother Tongue, had a few jokes to laugh about, shakebuttshakebutt, English period, shakelegshakeleg, and I'm sitting at this chair.

Hello!

@ Laselle Open House. Tengkiu Chandeni.

Eswaran & Santhiya @ EmoMeter. Haha, I find the EmoMeter funny.

Tengkiu Santhiya for taking this very very very neutral picture of me. I just added the words, and more credit to her for editing the photo =D

Chandeni & Santhiya @ CivicsLibrary.

I dunno, but I look ugly. Wait, I am ugly =D

Me @ EmoMeter. Mind you -- I wasn't spanked as a baby!

Haha, I got a perfect shot. Yay me.

Tengkiu Santhiya again for editing. We appreciate your talent.

The infamous EmoMeter which we all love. We love you Laselle.

There's more at the bottom, too bad the teacher shoo-ed us off. D:

I TOLD YOU HE CAN'T SMILE >:)

This is me. Hello!

Haha, sorry Raaja!

Hello Chandeni. =D

The ever so perfect camerawoman ; Santhiya.

Sunday, February 4

2007-02-04T09:24:00.000+08:00

Wow, what a day yesterday! Had a blast with Santhiya, Chandeni, Raaja & Eswaran. So, Santhiya got to see her whatwhat Campus Superstar guy. Haha, I admit too, that he's cute. And I can't believe that he's our age (Santhiya told me that.) I mean, woah, he looked so matured for his age?

So, our only motive was to go the library and do some Art. For them, they completed a few sketches while I did only one. I had no idea what to do, you know? All I had to draw was fists and how people abuse the other, those kind of actions, but I doubt I could search the whole library for a stupid book about 'abuse'. Besides I doubt there's pictures of them.

Well, whatever, I'm not Deejaying at Habbo-Underworld anymore, cos I really am not comfortable there with this fucker around. I don't care. It's just not a safe place anymore, if you guys know what I mean.

Nothing else to write, maybe more today or tomorrow. Byebye.

Tuesday, January 30

2007-01-30T11:39:00.000+08:00

I'm baaack! And I'm noooot in school! Haha!

Yeah, decided not to go to school because my tired muscles finally kicked in when I tried waking up. Hey, it was tough getting up when you just got back excitedly from Malaysia. With tons of clothes in your bag. And a new bag. And yes, finally, I really meant it, finally, I have a new pencil case, yeah, the pink old rag I've been using for 2 years and has little leftover pencil shavings stuck in between the threads is finally in the bin! Yes, hip hip hooray! I finally have a new pencil case, as mentioned above, to match my new bag. Emily the Strange. Hurhur. Yay?

Okay.

Day 1

Bus left at 11am sharp, listened to iPod before reaching the Checkpoint where they had to check the bag, yadayadayada. And ooh, there's a cute little kitten at the checkpoint there. Not to say kitten, cos it's a little overgrown, and my parents call it 'Checkpoint Cat' cos the last time we went there (that was last year) and the cat was still there. And yes, it's a she, a cute little she.

Anyway, they served this meal that is classified to be vegetarian, cos all I see are vegetables, vegetables, and surprise surprise, vegetables. Even the rice is vegetarian, I think. It's like, coated in spice. Horrible. Nightmare. Help me. And the ever thoughtful bus driver/bus stewardess put on The White Chicks on the fancy TV on the bus for us.

And to think it was nice to hear 'chicks' screaming liek oh my gawd, i'm writing a letter! before you go to bed, er, well, ironically though. We sleep on the chair with our butts sore for 5 hours and the constant bumps on the Malaysian highways keeps us awake. Nonetheless, if you're seriously tired (take for example, my father. He snored on bus trips.)

So we reached Sunway, blablabla,got through the usual Malaysian traffic jams to KL twin towers, and like woohoo, the hotel was marvelous, if I didn't say so myself. The view of Sunway Lagoon themepark was breathtaking, and from the glass mirrors you just feel like jumping down from there and get the adrenalaine (sp?) pumping and and and and ... yeah, just get the hell down and enjoy!

But too bad, we didn't go in Sunway Lagoon. The sky kept changing colour, like a chameleon, or basically the stupid clouds blocked the sun and left tourists to panic and think 'is it gonna rain?'. Go, weather changing sky. Yippee.

Shopped. Had dinner at Jack's Place (and yes, damn, the food there is simply delicious! Too bad it's not Halal here in Singapore. They do sell wine at Malaysia though, but trust me, it's completely halal, the food there I mean.)

Day 2

Woke up at 9am sneezing, Dad tickling me on the foot with his wet fingers (it always work, damnit!) and my Mum was screaming my name (not literally though) to get up before the breakfast buffet was gone. Curtains still not pulled apart, only flowing to the caressing wind of the ever thoughtful aircon. And yes, I slept on a Queen sized bed while my Mum & Dad shared their Queen sized bed to themselves. I rolled over, got up, and my Mum ordered me to clean my face, brush my teeth, etc.

Went out the hotel room for breakfast, which was interesting, cos they had wanton mee for breakfast, and that gives me the works in the stomach. Had a muffin, had eggs. And excused myself to the hotel room where I did my business until my parents came back, and we could jollywell skip to the Pyramid where my Mum & Dad could buy me a swimming costume.

Yes, how embarassing is that. Well, it was pink, and it showed my really huge fats (my Mum thinks I'm anoxeric. Wheee.) And guess what, the tourists at the hotel there are really, really fat. How do I know? For one, they don't care whether they're half-naked wearing really tight bikinis, and they don't care how disgusting they look. While me, well, I don't really expose too much.

Mmkay, so like I was saying (or typing, pfft), this really fat American couple was sitting by the poolside, husband and wife alike, fat. The stomach was huuuuuge. Really bulging out of the belly. And she was like, 'hey I have huge fats and I don't care. And this skinny girl in pink swim suit is covering her skin like she's gonna get raped'. Damn, told you that's embarassing.

My Mum & Dad's real motive to go here was to get a spa. In the end, my Dad chickened out. Haha.

After the swim, we just relaxed in the hotel pool. I swear, I wanna get fairer, but I ended up sun-bathing. Lol.

Day 3

Yay. Packing up the bags and leaving for home! Woke up at 8am (for whatever nonsense reason my Mum is shaking me up at such an early hour) and went downstairs for breakfast. Had until 11am to pack up and leave, since the bus was leaving in like 3 hours time. Watched some useless & pointless TV shows after the breakfast, while my Dad packed the bags. Then left for Hotel, said bye-bye to the cool view of the Sunway Lagoon (should've taken a picture, but my handphone battery suddenly went from full to oh-nothing.) what a waste.

Bid farewell to everything in Malaysia. The food. The wonderful food. Everything.

And zoom zoom, back in Singapore.

Wonderful holiday.

Friday, January 26

2007-01-26T23:04:00.000+08:00

Aww, I'm leaving for Malaysia tomorrow D:

Anyone wants anything there? ^_^

Plus, I'm not photogenic in photos, yes. So, heyhey, here's some photos (=

Well, remember yesterday we were supposed to decorate the class? This is what we call decorate - taking photos -.-

She smiles in her sleep. That's Emma. (=

Nothing else to do (=

I told you I'm not photogenic xD

Santhiya's itchy hands experimenting with cameras.

Psst... Mr. Skeleton, pose (=

Fishh, my face looks constipated. D:

He wanted to make Raj jealous. Haha! Go Currypuff Hair. \m/ SHADDAP (=

Let the rain fall on me, I'll be fine.

Mr. Skeleton is sticky. -.-

Thursday, January 25

2007-01-25T17:01:00.000+08:00

Whooooops guys, sorry for not posting lately! Had a busy week in school, decorating the classroom (thank you, Miss Norayu.) ... doing Art sketches for N levels ... finding the pictures ... and the list goes on, you know.

School is a place where you spend half your youth in it, cramming up crap that'd be useful for your future, right? Yeah, & when you don't study, your teachers/parents will yapyapyap and will go 'Study for your future! You might become a doctor or an writer!'. Sadly, I hear the same lines running through tongues of people around me.

The vice-principle (who gave 2 talks about this shit, one time in our classroom & one in assembly), Miss Norayu (our form teacher), Mrs Matthews (our Social Studies teacher), my parents (like durhh.) & most importantly, my mind. Yeah, it keeps telling me 'study lah goondu.' when my body doesn't feel like it. I mean like, yeah, I have to study! Just can't find the right time to. Especially when N's are around the corners and I have deadlines to complete. Gosh.

I mean me, a silly girl going to 16 this year after clutching my N level results, I might even go to ITE & get a tongue lashing from my parents (unless it's a good course.) Heck, I have this gut feeling I'll fail my O's even if I make it there. Scary, uh-huh.

& for no reason, this song in my iTunes is playing. 'Intuition by Jewel'. And the lyrics go like this:

Follow your heart, your intuition...
It will lead you in the right direction...
Let go your mind... your intuition...
It's easy to find... Just follow your heart baby~

Coincedence, no? Haha, I doubt not. Does that not sound familiar? Okay whatever.

So today me, Chandeni & Santhiya stayed in class to decorate the class. But we ended up taking pictures of ourselves since Emma wasn't there & she had the construction papers and stuff. Disaster! And it was raining, too! But Chandeni kept pointing out it looked like snow and she talked about how Singapore had a little weather tweak and it accidentally snowed. And I wasn't even born yet! Pfft.

Santhiya lurveees my phone, and she almost dropped it. Chandeni was being the camerawoman for the time being, and she was wobbling around like jelly when Santhiya suddenly stuck out her arm and said 'Turn the other side, lah!' and it slipped outta Chandeni's palms. (Haha, to 4NB, you should know why!) Yeah, and Chandeni superwoman came to the rescue! She grabbed it in time. Santhiya's eyes were bulging out of her specs, her breath came in short.

My mouth was dangling from the air, Chandeni was like gasping for air. Gosh.

So maybe I'd upload the pictures later (doing nothing at the moment).

OH! Yeah, the story session, lmao. Next 2 posts, hopefully, okay? (:

Monday, January 22

2007-01-22T16:02:00.000+08:00

Judging by the way I yawned while in school, it must've been pretty boring, no doubt. Lessons = Boring. Maths = Most boring lesson in the world, to me that is.

Oh yes. Hello & welcome to my blog. Woohoo! Haha, so...

Heard about Emma & Ali. And it was like, wow, all those years down the drain. So we'd be expecting some really huge changes, since I'm like used to seeing them together. Sigh.

So, blabla, today MT teacher never bothered to enter the class. The boys took a random video on my phone, of all places. They stuffed Khairi in the board. Haha!

Heh, sigh, I need new things to write in my blog. What should I do? Make up a random story? Tell a fact about my life? Hmm, tag to my board if you wanna choose o.o

But if story, you guys must state what kind lah. Haha. Wee for my broken English.

& WOW. I didn't realise my Mic worked xD And what the goondu, my voice sounded so different.

I need a new life...

Sunday, January 21

2007-01-21T20:26:00.000+08:00

Wow, is January ending already? Hah, so fast. So, today there was Spongebob Squarepants movie at HBO, did anyone watch the movie? I did some... survey... some people cried during the movie.
Outrageous, no?

Well, Sunday's boring, and I'm on the phone with my friend, and he's prank-calling someone. Lol.
I think o.o

BORING MAN.

Saturday, January 20

2007-01-20T20:30:00.000+08:00

Wet, wet Saturday, don't you think? Not a perfect day for mother-&-daughter bonding trips because everywhere you go you see people drenched in rain, even though they're carrying extra huge umbrellas. Everywhere.

So my Mum thought it'd be cool to go to town on a rainy day, and do some shopping. The only thing she would shop for is clothes & cutlery which I don't really care, but for the sake of it, I went. Groan. But hey, at least she was lovable enough to fish out 50 bucks for 3 (INTERESING) books. Yeah, really, no sarcasm here, they're really interesting.

For some people, books are boring & vacuum cleaner parts are really interesting (thank goodness I haven't met anyone of that kind.) ... for me, books is my life. English language only though.

So an hour ago, me & my Mum went to Centerpoint (or issit Centrepoint?) to just walk around, and of all places, she dragged me to Robinsons where there were 20% sales off! To me, it was only like 20 cents off. Because I think the prices aren't reasonable, at all. Well, you can't blame me for not being a shopaholic, especially on housing equipment such as pots & pans, bed sheets and other crap.

Me? I'd rather spend time looking at books (yay!) even though there's thousands of titles, heck I'll browse through them all if nobody's there to hog the bookshelves.

Dum, dum, dum, so finally she got to her senses and walked out of Robinsons and she went into Marks & Spencer (thankfully she didn't buy anything. More yay!) blabla. Then we walked into this newly opened pet shop next to a carpark (oh how convienant, my foot.) but awww, they sold some fat hamsters, a obese rabbit who's only motive in life is to lie on it's chin and make use of it's floppy ears to close it's eyes, a pink-nosed energetic guinea pig who is constantly finding food.

Yes, I am very observant. Very.

Yeah, so my Mum was browsing through some cat stuff, when I suggested we buy some cat nip (a substance from a plant which makes the cat feel drowsy, and I know, my cats looked like they're drunk! Seriously, they look so cuteeee.)

And guess what!

For a shop who sells flea collars, hamster & bird food, dog & cat litter, little fluffy houses & toys, they didn't have cat nip. Yes, no sarcasm inserted. There really wasn't any, or the salesgirl didn't know where they stuffed it.

Sigh.

What has become of this world ...

Friday, January 19

2007-01-19T18:30:00.000+08:00

Heehee. I forgot to post my other blog entry =x Sorry sorry. Haha, no no I'm not kidding & I'll continue posting.

Eeeee, so I learnt me & my family going Malaysia next week, not this week. Bummer. But what the heck! I'm getting a Monday & hopefully beg my Mum for the Tuesday too (because there's PE. You know what that means!). Yeah. You should've seen my attendance last year. I would absent myself for just not going PE. In other words, I'm nothing near fit. I dunno why, I just dunno why. :o

Enough about stupid PE, yeah, so I'm supposed to go Pulau Ubin tomorrow, & I'm not even sure they want me there in the first place. They gave to the regular people who attend NPCC trainings (unlike myself) the forms about 'How's your health?' 'What can you do?' 'Are you vegetarian?' 'We need your particulars' 'You sure your Mama lets you go? It's Ubin, hello.' Yeah, something like that.

& I just merrily grabbed the paper from the NIC, haha, yeah and she looked pretty stunned.

But, but, rock climbing, kayakking... I wanna go. But but... yeah, surely the CIs face would be pretty stunned when they see this girl (yeahyeah, who looks like a Primary School girl, should be in Primary School... pfft.) come for Ubin training and might go 'You sure ah you from NPCC? & are you really sure you're Sec 4?' Yeahyeah, if they're not my seniors, I would've slapped their faces & gouched their eyeballs out with a broomstick.

I think.

Yeah, so I think I know what to do for my N level Art, yippee. & I heard you could drop Art for O levels. ;O Is that even possible? I think I need my O level Art certificate though, in case I have second thoughts about going to NAFA. But my Art skills sucks. Literally.

Sigh.

Wednesday, January 17

2007-01-17T18:31:00.000+08:00

I hate PE. I hate PE. Thank you, body, for not making me exercising in the 2 month holiday, now my whole leg, yeah, whole leg, including the butt is CRAMPED. Yeah, cramped.

I woke up and wriggled my toes & sadly my butt (I woke up at 6.45, yeah you could say I was late for school.) and ouchhhhhhhhh, this stupid pain jolted my body. Yeah, it was the cramps. Tried getting up, no use. Butt, scrunching. Legs, stiff. Toes, wriggling. Arghh. Yahyah, so my hair was in a mess when I went to school, and I was liek Oh My Fishing Goondu... 7.15 & I'm still watching TV. Am, mind you..

Yeah, so you could imagine how big the steps I took to go to school, luckily it's a short distance, but with the cramps and all, yeah, PAINFUL, goondu ...

& I finished the whole book, about the brain-damaged kid and all, haha. Not a good ending though, it's cut off short. But there were some parts that made me want to cry. Don't ask why.

Tuesday, January 16

2007-01-16T18:09:00.000+08:00

Haha, making some changes to blogskin, sorry sorry. Bear with me for a while before I figure out how to make things right, anyway, just tag okay? (=

Tuesday, January 16

2007-01-16T14:44:00.000+08:00

Hahahaha, only a pathetic 21 students come to our class. Ah, tengkiu tengkiu Murni Chandeni Eswaran ah, buih only. Yeah, obviously they don't wanna come because of PE lesson. Well, I certainly hoped they enjoy their day at home, since I hated school. No, I hated PE, specifically.

I have no stamina for PE, wee, yay me. So everyone went ahead to go back to school without me & Emma, interesting right? Haha, & Santhiya ran into a spiderweb. Haha, so sad =p

I dunno but today the lessons are interesting, except for Maths. Geography & Social Studies are like eye-openers today, waw. I'm impressed at my own hidden knowledge =O

Yahyah, so Santhiya didn't freak when she saw the abortion photos (I only managed to save 2 files, I was like too squemish to find for more.) and she wanted to print it some more. Omg. You imagine the foetus, growing inside the womb, and bam, they just yank the poor baby out. & the pictures were like, omfg.

There was practically blood everywhere around the photo, and the baby's head was distorted in some way, and the arms are bending in places I thought they could never reach. And and and and the legs were also twisted in angles I thought it could never twist. Ewwwwww. Yahyah, and one of the pictures were (I think it's a doll's body, but the blood & hair were almost authentic) DISMEMBERED BODY PARTS OF THE POOR BABY. D: Scary, but yet sadly true. & there they put '22 week old baby'.

Yeah, I don't bother finding out how long is 22 weeks in months or days. Why? I don't care, I just sympathize the little fella.

Sigh..

Moving on..

Yeah I'm going to Malaysia (yay! more shopping, muahahaha.) during the weekends, & I'm coming back on Monday, so like Tuesday I can like not go to school because it's PE day again. Yay me! I don't want my lungs in my mouth when I run, literally. It nearly happened just now. And the pain in my left side of the body, near the groin, WHAT IS IT. Noooo D:

Yadayadayada, Habbo became boring again, without my usual friends. Sighsigh.

Okay, I have nothing else to write, till next time (I dun wanna say tomorrow, because surely I will have nothing to write, er, type =D )

Monday, January 15

2007-01-15T20:17:00.000+08:00

Harharhar.

So I just woke up, went & ate. My fatty furball Black came back, thank goodness, now she's fast asleep, because she knows in a few hours me & my Mum gonna squeeze her fats out hugging her. Get ready!

So, yay, before I slept I read until Chapter 6 D: Great accomplishment, I might add, since the story started a little boring. So, yeah, continuing, the guy went to his neighbour's house, and was shunned by his best friend. Only his grandmother (I dunno why, do not ask.) & his kid sister were willing to help regain his past.

Did he take drugs? Did he have any delusions about killing himself? Did he have any alienated parents who asked him to pull the trigger (and yeah, he shot himself, we're just trying to find out why he did that.)

Okay, so moving on, I still have to find for pictures on chocolate & abortion, I'm soo killing Santhiya because the images are like, DISGUSTING for one. At least Murni's one more better :s

So, until whenever, I still have to complete some Maths homework & English homework, as if I care about English homework xD

Byeeee. Tag people (=

Monday, January 15

2007-01-15T13:53:00.000+08:00

Hey, I'm sitting on this stupid chair after school, at home, alone, where I should & should've belong. And I'm not saying I sniffed my computer chair, but it still, yeah still, smelled new. Because like it was bought 2 months ago because the old one was burnt with an iron.

Yes, I'm not kidding, burnt with an iron. Iron. What happened was that my Mum was ironing some clothes of hers (this was years and years ago, before I knew how to handle the iron, yay, so we could all blame her!) and she had a phone call waiting for her, so I don't know what made her go put the iron at the chair (for goodness sake~) and the iron plopped... to the chair. Mind you the iron was still running.

Yeah we didn't get another chair 70 years after that ._.

Moral of the story?

Please do not burn the chair while maybe our butts could be burnt right after that.

Okay, so I'll tell you something else that doesn't involve chairs on hot iron, sooo...

(Heehee, currently I'm in Habbo watching a couple talk about school. Apparently the girl I think is a Primary School girl, and I don't know about the guy. And yes! I am eavesdropping! Moving on... so it seems the small girl was sabo-ing her teacher since it was her birthday, yeah. Those morons put candles in the teacher's hair and this immature girl went and spray some Milo on her teacher's T-shirt. Pfft, primary school kids D: )

In school today was fucking boring, like you don't know school.

Things to do list today & hopefully tomorrow before I go to hell;

1. Eat
2. Breathe.
3. All those nonsense.
4. Find for Santhiya's twisted abortion pictures.
5. Find for Murni's delicious chocolate bar's pictures.
6. Have my nap (right after this stupid senseless useless blog posts)
7. Try and complete 2 chapters on this book (I'll get right on that later)
8. Complete Maths homework if possible -_-
9. Convince myself that tomorrow will be a bright sunny cheerful and non-crappy day. Huzzah, not.
10. Come get my fatty Black back home so I can cuddle her in bed =D

Haha, so..

About the book I was reading..

I'm still on Chapter 3, for goodness sake, but I know what's going on. This guy named Jersey Hatch just got back from an institute where crippled youngsters are I think. All he could remember is being shot in the head, but by what? By who? He's still piecing it together.

So he is trying to gain his memory back, bit by bit. He can't control his left side of his body (I think that's where he was shot or he shot himself.) He speaks like a five-year-old since he can't control his speech, he keeps thinking of weird stuff like doorbells, sand dunes, football rugs (yeah, it's from the book.) and he would just talk to himself sometimes. Yeah, this book is one hell of a interesting one!

So, I'll continue the story in the next post. If you even bother, though. Thanks & do tag (=

Sunday, January 14

2007-01-14T03:10:00.001+08:00

Hee hee. To wonderful taggers; Sorry, I just didn't feel like updating D:

Sunday, January 14

2007-01-14T03:10:00.000+08:00

If you're reading this, yeah you, kalau terase good boy, yeah I just can't bring myself to say it, I've been running away & hiding, cos I'm scared to face the truth.

Get it ? :(

Okay, so like today it was raining.

I don't feel like writing, expect another post in 8 hours, kthx (=

Friday, January 12

2007-01-12T18:56:00.000+08:00

Hahahaha. I read the Last Published: 21 December 2006 & I was like thinking, lmao, I didn't know what to write for soooo sooo fucking long?!

Okay anyway I'm back, tried to make a new blog to abandon this crappy old junk, but noooo, the skins won't work, great huh? WRONG. >:( So, maybe some people might've deleted my blog link to their blogs. But who cares, haha, okay I'm nuts.

Soo, I had a busy week in school. Overall, it's like the same as last year, only that I vow never to skip school because I am lazy cos I seri0usly needed to buck up on my studies. I broke that vow today, not saying I'm proud of it all, but heck, I was really really sick without the MC. What was I supposed to do? D:

& like yesterday, I got caught in the rain (purposely) because I had to go back home (durh) and so, aleluia, I got myself all soaking wet from head to toe. Well, not exactly the toe part (I had completely dry socks on, thank goodness.) but yeah, my hair was in a damn mess. And I really am gonna find the person making our uniforms, because when it gets wet you can see the fucking cleavage, yes, cleavage. How sad, mhm.

But, thank God again, nobody was on the streets because it was raining. Not many cars around, either. No primary school kiddies around, no parents holding their hands, no aunties under the blocks, no uncle walking around in their singlets and bermudas, no nothing. Except for a few people, durh.

In school, sadly they call me a primary school kid, which I think I am, because of my height, but hey, who cares, as long as I'm still growing (I think I'm growing o_o) because I tend to get hungry easily, and yes, for me that's a miracle, because the whole November & December holidays I've been starving myself at home, since nobody's around to cook (or even bother to cook), I myself don't even bother to cook. A tit for tat.

Haha, wow, that's alot for today's post. Till then, adios (=

Thursday, December 21

2006-12-21T01:35:00.000+08:00

Hey... yesterday was so much fun.

To taggers; erm, post your links again xD

Monday, December 18

2006-12-18T06:52:00.000+08:00

Well, it's like nearly 7am AND I STILL CAN'T SLEEP. My battery for my handphone is weak, the other one is hopelessly charging.. sigh..

Oh & yay, I'm updating my blog as usual D: So I'm in Habbo, playing truth or dare with some nice random people whom I think aren't from Habbo.Sg. But yeah, they're nice.

And pfffft, I shouldn't have pressed that pimple. Now blood is oozing over it o.o Okay never mind, entertainment of the morning next to the 'Hey-I-can't-fucking-sleep'. Bleh.

So just now I followed my Mum out to Northpoint, bought some stuff for the kitchen & a webcam. Yeahhh, but I'm not really sure how to work it. Anyway, if I were to on my webcam, you'd see me like a zombie, I mean seriously. I have panda eyes, I'm biting my 6th straw and my face doesn't look pleased at the morning sunlight shining at me.

So just now I was on all night talking to Nizar, helped him here and there... then I found a *ahem* (ask me yourself xD)

Pfft. Me wanna go out. Faan, if you're reading this, hope your ear is fucking okay so we can fucking go out, okay? Clam chowder tunggu kite. Okay. Setttt.

Aww, my Mum just went off to work, in like a few hours time some contractors coming to my house for our kitchen. Oh yeah, I didn't mention here. Well my Mum wanted a new kitchen because our old creaking cockroach-infested kitchen wasn't what you call a friendly place to cook.

"It's time you learn how to cook."

"Dah besar belum masak2... macam mana nak kahwin gini?"

"Nanti dah pandai masak masakkan 1 family."

Pfffffft.

News update: Blood suddenly stopped dripping. Go me & my hideous blotch of a so-called pimple.

Well, I'll try to sleep now. Those who going to collect their N level results, best of luck to you guys! You know who you are ;D

Sunday, December 17

2006-12-17T07:20:00.000+08:00

To my lovely taggers; Sorry lah, I'll link you up when I have the energy to. & Faan, ok la, dah update. :P

So seksa, you know, so I just decided to write some stupid stuff from my empty mind.

So, I fucking wish to go out, but nooo, this stupid cold is preventing me to go out. It would've been useful if it came during my school days but nooo, it chose December for me to suffer in silence. Whatever.

Ishhh, now instead of me raking up points in trivia, I'm giving this guy the answers. No idea why, but it still didn't change my stupid flu. & I'm sleepy (YEAH, STILL!) and tired and oh so hungry. Help me. Noooooooooooooooooo.

Sunday, December 17

2006-12-17T07:15:00.000+08:00

Ahahahaha, finally I updated my rusty old blog ;D

Anyway, I couldn't sleep ;-; I kept sneezing and sneezing and I couldn't go back to sleep. Nothing's good is on the TV, nothing good is in the fridge, nobody I know is hardly on at Habbo (I don't know why I even bother) so like I'm playing trivia alone in mIRC. Gosh.

Plus, I'm alone at home with 4 small mouths to feed. Go me & my 24-hour service sleeping cats.

Sigh, so it's like 7.20am here, I should be continuing my beauty sleep, but noooo, I'm here all awake and yeah, one good thing is I recovered from my awful headache yesterday. Like that helps!

Thursday, December 07

2006-12-07T02:36:00.000+08:00

WARNING: If you don't like vulgarities, you might wanna just close this window, kthx.

Haha, so there was 2 fights which I won't say, but pretending was fun.

& this stupid Malaysian came in and disrupted our little talk between me, HaFiZ, Kai, SmartieBoi. He stood behind Kai and danced and shouted vulgarities. Should've reported, but I was busy fucking the hell outta him. I mean, come on, I hate this guy to the bone, well I don't really know him, but I just hate his kind in Habbo. If you know what I mean.

Okay so I said he didn't learn his lesson, and he's an irritating freak, IT IS TRUE. Obviouslyyyyy.

I swearrrrr.

Tuesday, December 05

2006-12-05T21:40:00.000+08:00

Okay, so I'm posting again, sigh, can't blame me for being stuck at home. If I go out, there's no cash in my wallet. (as if I use a wallet, mine's so bulky but it's still pretty)

& can i say Neopets is the fucking lamest game I've yet to play, yet I was addicted to it. I don't really see the fun in it now. Everyone there is, okay, very nice, but the game, is nothing near fun. I tell you, I get bored easily with the game, yet I've been addicted to it for the past few years. You could easily say I was childish at that moment, I don't really care.

& Habbo ah. Filled with Malaysian sesats.

'xpe...'
'xmuu..'

X mu luu.

Get lost, it's Habbo.Sg for a reason damnit ! & don't try to act big in Habbo -.- kthx.

Sorry, I just freaking hate them. Their obsession is picking fights to the ones who's sitting alone (nono, not me.)

So I miss the old Picnic Garden, the old Fizz (rightt.), Fiz & Kinz (kesian sehh, they rarely online now.), and gonna miss Qhai & Ruz, since Qhai is going to NS soon (like I said Qhai, have fun if you're reading this :P) & poor Ruz, come online soon so we could talk like before okay? And of course, the usual childish fights among Singaporeans (for Zacky's sake). And ohh, I miss acting with Irfaan and Nabil. Nabil, oh Nabil, get your computer fixed quickly so I can start crapping with you & Faan again ! :P

Oh well, the memories still remain, people change, some people can't take a little change because the 'little change' happens to be cursed with stupid childish peoples.

& whatssup with that fucking girl calling me Tappered? She was wearing the same pants as me, and she dared to call to me tappered. News flash: look in the damn mirror. & she said purple was a minah colour. She's seriously lost. I hope she dies in a hole, kthx.

So, whatever, hey, I wanna go out with Faan & Kinz & & & & ...

WEII .. KELUAR LA KORANG. BORING TAU AKU KAT RUMAH . D:

Tuesday, December 05

2006-12-05T21:34:00.001+08:00

Woahh, so long never update.

Sunday, December 03

2006-12-03T20:58:00.000+08:00

What the fuck. It's December already?! Sheeeesh. Can't time go any faster??

Okay anyway, I have nothing much to write, but to remind myself I have like clones in Habbo so here goes nothing...

- bleedingz
- -ifah
- A-Static-Lullaby
- Mistakably
- Vengeanced
- Avengeful (new, woohoo. -polishes-
- a7x-

& of course, the one and only, xifah ? Bingooo. Tata.

Thursday, November 30

2006-11-30T00:08:00.000+08:00

Hello, I can't talk much since I had a headache, ughh, stupid taxi ride! Nono, I don't blame the taxi driver, but I blame the stupid traffic jam. But, trip to Vivo with my parents was a blast. Lemme see.. I bought like alot of stuff, and I mean alot of stuff! First we got lost finding for a restaurant, my father was like 'where the hell issit' & his face was all red. Hahaha, you should've seen him xD

& my Mum was acting all calm and cool, but I could see she was pretty tense about where we were. Oh come on, the directory board was crowded with people! You can't blame us for standing in the middle of nowhere finding for a restaurant. Okay, fine, to be honest, Breeks.

Mmmm, chocolate milkshake.

And remind me to love Levis jeans more, since I bought one new pair of them! They were so pretty, I couldn't resist! Thanks to my father :p

Okay so there I was, trying out some clothes piled up (by my parents, don't ask. Parents stuff. Think I don't have enough clothes.) and my hair messed up, my iPod playing songs that I'm not even hearing, okay, I could still say it was a blast.

Wednesday, November 29

2006-11-29T03:17:00.000+08:00

Woohoo, another boring day. Shit, I'm bored, kthx.

Tuesday, November 28

2006-11-27T18:19:00.000+08:00

Wow, November's almost ending... I can't believe it. On the other hand, I have another one month of pure solid fun to enjoy the holidays.

Well, -sigh- okay... I'm so bored, I feel like going out but I'm lazy for the day. And omg, my lip started to bleed on it's own. Hey! It isn't my fault if my fingers was itchy enough to tear the dry skin on my lips! I mean, it was asking for it! Argh. Curse these fingers & bad weather.

Speaking of bad weather, it's so damn cold here. It's like raining non stop. Nice, and I really mean nice with a capital N, time for sleep. Well unfortunately I don't sleep alot. So, too bad for me. Aww, cmon people, aww with me.

Poor Sakai. He's been cloned. HAHA. XD

Sigh, this is my 3rd straw I've chewed for the past hour.. this straw from Sembawang Satay Club is super super soft.. I like, but, hey, why did the straw last so short? !&(#&*#!*@

Sunday, November 26

2006-11-26T21:55:00.000+08:00

Well hello again...

So I'm here, just woke up fresh at 6pm, yes 6pm. By my Mum's constant nagging. She's screaming in my ear 'Weiiii, bangun, dah kul 6 nak tido je.'

Okayyy, so I dragged my butt out of the bed, I am so lazy to fold the blanket and put back the pillow and stuff, so whatever, I went to the living room, watched Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends. Kokoooo. :D She's cute, mwah :*

& my Mum bought KFC, so I downed on my Zinger like there's no tomorrow, and I still felt so hungry.. I could run to Northpoint or the nearest KFC at that moment, but hey you know me, I'm lazy like a pig. Technically, very lazy. Woah, I'm yawning, how thoughtful Ms. Hormones of mine.

Okay, so I have to tell you about this young girl, I mean really really young. For a young girl, she sure can't talk in a straight sentence. So this is how the conversation goes (don't blame me for stretching the blog, but the conversation really started & ended like that.)

So A is the girl, B is my Habbo buddy.

A: Okay I tell you the story...
B: K tell...
A: Okay, so when I say 'boy' means my bf.
Me: Ya, then?
A: Then...
A: Then...
A: Then I ate.
A: I ate.
A: I ate.
A: Then...
A: We had a performance at near his house.
Me: And?
A: Then..
A: Then..
Me: ...
A: Then I suddenly cry.
B: ... Then??? (my poor friend getting impatient o.o)
A: Then my friend push him to me.
Me: Then?
A: Then I still crying.
B: ...
A: Then...
A: Then...
A: Then my friend left the room, left me and him.
(She keeps repeating, I'm trying to make the story shorter kthx)
A: Then he asked me 'why you crying?'
A: I still crying.
B: (poor guy, still impatient.) ....
Me: ..................................
A: Then he tried to hug me!!!!!
A: (floods room with exclaimation marks for one sec.)
A: Then he put his hand at my lap...
B: Hello & bye. (leaves conversation)
Me: Uh, I'll go find him.

& I disappear too. Poor girl.

Sunday, November 26

2006-11-26T02:28:00.000+08:00

Sorry for not updating so long, I just didn't know what to write.

& so, I'm sitting at Habbo alone while conducting a Kick War game. It's fun, seriously, but when you fear something will go wrong, it will. Something did go wrong. Everyone scattered, but heck they had fun. If I wasn't making the room, I would've tore their asses apart and eat their candies.

Yeah, they had fun, thanks Fira for the comment, love you. :D

Anyway, back to business. How could you tell if someone loves you? Would he spill your heart over you? Or just keep quiet, look at you from a corner and give out the 'hey-girl-i-sooo-wanna-be-with-you' presence? Or would he surprise you with a teddy bear that says, 'I luff you bitch'?

And if your answers are one of the above or all, in a weird way, if you're with him, would he...

a) present you flowers on your first and upcoming dates?
b) buy you chocolates?
c) sit under the stars at night, holding hands?
d) tell you sweet crap that melts your heart?
e) all of the above.

... then BINGO! You have the perfect boyfriend. Well, until he screws up and ends up in hospital for some sick illness, then he's okay.

Sigh, I soo have nothing to talk about. Tag alright people. Adios.

Thursday, November 23

2006-11-23T22:34:00.000+08:00

Haha, aww, Irfaan is leaving for Thailand tomorrow. Have fun !

To taggers of my crapboard: LOL. Yes I love you, loads. Tag alot, lah. Okay? Then I love you more later.

Okay, so time now is 11pm... I seriously predict that tonight will be oh so boring... sigh. I wish a miracle could happen, like I gain powers or something.

So anyway, I woke up at 4.15pm by my father's "Oi, wake up lah. Dah pukul 4. Nak tido je..." and my Mum's white lie of "Bangun lah, dah pukul 6." when it's 4pm. Grr. So, groggily I wake up and force myself to the living room sofa watching my Dad's soccer game. Woah, interesting. A ball being passed around by a bunch of men and the other bunch are trying to chase the ball. Awesome, not.

I don't get it, I really don't. People pay to watch men kick a ball, and go crazy when it lands in the huge net. The men shave their heads completely bald and leave one strand of hair, people follow them. Yeah, it's pretty sad.

So, I was saying in Habbo that I was fat, which was true. I SWEAR I AM FAT. Look at the jiggly fats. Whee. I love to jiggle them. Seriously, okay, TMI.

I'm bored bored bored.

Okay, what happens if I finally get out of Poly (like real) and I hold my degree (like real) ... would I get a job? If so, what kind of job would I get? Of course, I wouldn't want a job associating with Maths. It's bad enough I fail Maths in life, and getting a job with it? Call me dead. 1+1= Window. FINE. I know. Maths suck, the end.

PS: I still crave for Clam Chowder. Grr.

Thursday, November 23

2006-11-23T01:03:00.000+08:00

Sorry for not updating much, been pretty busy lately.

So last Wednesday, I went out.. and I fell down the slippery stairs. Hey, don't blame me I went out after it rained. There's so many reasons why I fell down.

a) As mentioned above, it just finished raining. Raindrops hasn't evaporated (ceh, science. EHEM. :D) and ground's still freaking wet. Well, technically, STAIRCASE.
b) My shoe is so slippery. Can anyone blame me for wearing slippery shoes? Well yes, but slippery shoes. SLIPPERY SHOES + SLIPPERY GROUND = NOT GOOD.
c) The steps of the staircase is too small. Of course I would fall.
d) The railing is dotted with raindrops, can't possibly get my hands dirty on it.
e) All of the above.

Ugh, my butt is still sore thinking about the accident, well, ironically. Right now, my legs are freezing like I'm hiking in the North Pole, I mean seriously. Even though it's freaking hot in my room, listening to Trivium (mmm.) ... my poor legs feel icy cold. As if I was blasted with a ice gun and my legs are still frozen in the huge chunk of ice.

Kinda.

So, I am very much craving for straws, thank you Irfaan for making me an addict to biting straws. & clam chowder. Damnit, those stuff are deeelish. I swear, I would give anything for a small cup of $1.95 Clam Chowder. Seriously. Though the ingredients are pure shit, I still love the chowder.

Good night.

Tuesday, November 21

2006-11-21T01:46:00.000+08:00

Hey hey, finally it's Tuesday, nearing to Wednesday. I can finally go out with my friends again and do those crappy stuff with them. Yay yay yay !

& suddenly, I feel so down, so depressed. I have this gut feeling I'll lose everything in life - studies, friends, love, family ... and the thought of this makes me wanna cry. Cos I am already starting to feel I'm not that close to my parents... & I'm so afraid I might lose them ...

Oh shit at the waterworks ... why must you come at an unearthly time? I know this sounds so stupid, but oh God give me a sign, seriously... as days fly by I feel like ... argh, why the hell am I even here? I'm just another cookie in the jar, another pencil in the pencil case, another face in the crowd... why does it even matter if I'm here? I might not make a difference in people's lives.. sigh.

Grr, why am I thinking of such things at this stupid time? Damnit, stupid headache, I hate life! Hello, sorry for the 5 minutes shitty blog entry, but I just felt to let it out...

AM I OKAY? HELLO. HELLO?

Monday, November 20

2006-11-20T22:03:00.000+08:00

Haha, collected my pink (hee, shiny) IC today. So proud, even though my face looks crap on it.

Update for today;

3pm- Woke up, thanks to my alarm clock named MY MOTHER.
4pm- Went out; collect IC.
5pm- Went to Northpoint, eat.
6pm- Sat back at the computer, and played Gunbound.
7pm- Need I say more?
8pm- Chatted at Habbo.
9pm- Had a 5 min conference with Fizz. Then Sadiy called. Sigh, bored.
10pm- I'm sitting here, updating this very blog.

I will post back in 2 hours time. Hee, adios.

Monday, November 20

2006-11-20T02:20:00.000+08:00

Haha, I created a new tagboard (not funny, Ifah.), so you people, tag tag tag!!!

Okay lame, haha, this is my midnight (well, almost.) crappiness, my addicted caffiene is right beside me (my cold glass of Mountain Dew, mmmm.)

Haha, so currently there's like a so-called party in my room, there's bunnies, cute couples, people with maggie hair (hee, sorry Nizar.) and Santa Clauses.

One; Irfaan is sitting beside me sleeping, his eyes closed and not talking. Then he walks around like a wind up puppy around the room, then he sits down.

Two; One Santa Clause is splashing colourful words down the screen and nobody wanted to report it.

Three; The other Santa Clause is sleeping on the chair.

Four; Story-telling about how Roy lost his account. Nizar (ninjarrr) is the only one listening.

Five; Sha & Qal (Delusion & Climalite) are sleeping on the chair - together. Sweeeet.

Six; There was two Malaysians in the room, and they didn't know what we were saying. I think.

Seven; There's a Chinese who knows how to speak Malay; she's pretty awesome :D

Eight; There's a umm, boy named Jenny. Yes, boy. Why do I know this? Because he wears the buttoned up boy T-shirt & spikes up his hair like a boy. Jenny Jenny, since when does that name turn into a guy's name?

Nine; A guy is holding a camera pretending to take shots.

& lastly, number Ten; I'm sitting here, switching windows from here to Habbo watching the current situation. Pretty sad, I am not talking there, it's dull there now.

... And now I landed in Picnic Garden with Irfaan and Fizz. You might wonder, why I am typing these nonsense stuff when you don't even care, right? Muahaha.

Sunday, November 19

2006-11-19T19:05:00.000+08:00

Hey again, to all who tagged, hello & thank you for tagging. My name is Ifah. (chey, macam tak pernah meet.) Thank you for the wonderful comments [x

& so, Habbo has a new public room called the Space Cafe. Nothing space-y about it, except that the guy serving drinks from the bar is wearing an astronaut suit, which is ridiculous (yet hilarious, imagine you in that suit saying 'Here's your drink, sir.' The place is, well, ugly, with the lights and stuff, nothing like a spaceship, but yet again, it is the Space Cafe for Zacky's sake.

Okay, enough about Habbo, sometimes it makes me sick to the bone hearing that name.

& omg, I can't believe it's almost December. I'm too young to die in N level. Noooo.

Sigh, so I am alone in my room, no correction, house, while my mum enjoys her outing with her friends. Festive season my foot. I'm bored to death, and sigh, I wanna go out. I'm still craving for Clam Chowder damnit. Grrr.

Sunday, November 19

2006-11-18T22:20:00.000+08:00

I'm faced with a tough decision, oh dear God, almighty God.. give me a sign, let my parents smile upon my decision...

Hey & welcome to my paradise of crappiness (a.k.a. my blog).. if you're reading this scroll over to the tagboard over there and tag to let me know you're here. If you wanna remain a secret, go ahead. I'm not gonna force...

Well, on with today's lame topic.. uhm, seafood?

I dunno but I'm sooo craving for Clam Chowder from Long John Silver.. fuck fuck fuck !! Must... have... Clam Chowder... damnit.!!! Even though Ashikin & Irfaan said it's from a can (a can, from all places, and it landed in a unclean pot of bubbling clam chowder... fuck.) it still tastes oh so delicious. Argh, I will live to type this... I AM CRAVING FOR CLAM CHOWDER!!!

& so, as I'm typing here, my glass of iced Mountain Dew and Willy Wonka chocolate bar on my left (and beside it, don't ask, is Baygon. No, not the Pokemon, but the insect spray thingy. Cool huh. It's like my weapon to insects like those stupid crawling cockroaches. Take that, Mr. Roach.) and I'm stuffing the chocolate into my mouth and chewing like a pig. I'll describe my position due to my suffocating boredomness:

- Legs up on the table, sitting unappropriately. Very unlady like, don't imagine.
- Hands lay gently on the keyboard, palm resting on table, fingers zooming 24/7.
- Eyes on the screen, looking at every word my fingers type. I'm not even using backspace anymore, cool.
- Nose wrinkling, mouth dry, tongue wetting mouth (NO. NOT KISSING. EWWWW.)
- Butt putting weight on the chair, stomach growling, bladder about to burst.
- Ears plugged into Avenged Sevenfold, oh my heart melts for Zacky Vengeance.
- Head floating in the air, neck is thankfully supporting floating head.
- Hair is like a bee's nest, not combed.
- Body absorbing the leftover heat in the room as the cold air from the air con spreads in my room.
- Alone, sad, heartbroken.

I think that's about all I'm feeling. I feel like taking pictures but my face looks crap. Well, it always looks like crap.

I wonder if there's a machine that could really switches bodies temporarily. God, create a man who can invent these stuff. Or zap me some powers so I can help eldery people cross the street without crashing into cars (I'll phase through them cars, take that Mr. I-Can-Walk-Through-Walls-Because-I'm-A-Damn-Ghost). I would give anything, anything... take my money, my clothes (hm wait, those ugly shirts & jeans that I can't fit on, you can have it), my computer (no wait, I change my mind about my computer), my HABBO ACCOUNT (yes, you can have it, God).

Or you could give me immortatily. And powers if you're kind hearted enough. Is all I ask, dear God.

Sigh.

I wish dreams do come true, not nightmares.

Friday, November 17

2006-11-17T19:57:00.000+08:00

Yay, finally my blog is done, sorry for the crappy inconvience, I think it was the player.

So me & my friend, we were discussing about what kind of powers we were gonna have (right, a lightning bolt, please come & hit us with your heavenly powers and give our powers damnit.) Hehe, it would be so cool if I could just phase through anything. Punch me, and your hand will go straight through me. I mean, how awesome is that?

Okay, enough about fantasising about having superpowers. I think the world will be a dangerous place if I walk through walls (-evil grins-).

Anyway, tadaa, new layout. Took me a while to figure out what went wrong. -hits media player with a printer- So, can I just say that your eyes will be stuck to this layout unless I find a new layout.

Sigh, I am so boooohred at home. I can't go out unless there's a day's notice, and it's a fat chance that I can step outside. I wanna explore. I wanna be Dora The Explorer. Okay crap. But seriously, I wanna have freedom, have the chance to open my eyes (okay, over the deep end there, eh?) and see the... blocks that pollute Singapore. Yes, blocks. Muahahaha. Okay lame.

Okay, so yesterday we went out, surprisingly when I came home my mother didn't flip and pounce at me as usual. Instead she went, "Go wash those dirt off yourself. Did you eat?". Okay, skipped a heartbeat. Thought I was gonna get grounded or something. Or maybe not, I did reach home before 11. Heck, it was before 10pm! (Thank you, you-know-whos) But whatever, the three of us had fun.

So tell me, if you see something on the sky, in the middle of the night, sitting on Marina Square steps drinking and acting drunk, flying above our heads. I swear, yes, swear with a capital S, it was an aeroplane. Ashikin said it was a bird (!!!!). Irfaan said it was a balloon. I swear I had tears coming out of my eyes when he said balloon. BUT SERIOUSLY, GUYS, IT'S AN AEROPLANE !!!!!!

And I started playing Pokemon again. Sweeeet.

Okay, tata.

Friday, November 17

2006-11-17T03:05:00.000+08:00

And we are continuing, sorry for the inconvenience caused... (bullshit.)

... So love was getting the better of each other. Eric couldn't stand it anymore - he wanted her. Kelly was spilling her eyes out crying, missing Eric. Well, fuck the obstacles.

So.. lalala, dududu, they got back together. They got married, lived happily ever after, and when they reach 65 they got cancer and died and were cremated & buried next to each other.

HAHAHAHA. Lame.

I'll come up with another cool story, you just wait. Sayonara.

Friday, November 17

2006-11-17T00:54:00.000+08:00

Hey, I deleted all my crappy blog posts to make room for more space.

So, by request, I'd like to make up this crappy story. And mind the vulgarities. Here goes nothing...

So there's this girl, let's name her Kelly. Let's describe her... petite, short, a smile to brighten up a room, perfectly neat straight jet black hair, huge round dark grey eyes..

Well, in every story there's a guy right? Of course, so let's name him Eric. Good-hearted, not that really good looking really, but hey, beggars can't be choosers, tanned skin and washboard abs (woohoo, damn I'm melting at my own fictional character.)

Kelly and Eric, they were the perfect couple. Kelly would be punctual for their dates, Eric would be there to surprise her with something on every occasion: a rose, a kiss, a box of chocolates, whatever. Both of them were so happy with each other, they can't pull themselves apart. Being schoolmates, they hardly see each other due to their schedules.

So their O's were around the corner, both lovebirds were frantically studying for their major exam, they didn't have time to date. Well, of course, studies come first. They were miserable at the time. Stress was added in their relationship, so they often argue on the simplest things, such as what either of them did after school yesterday. Both didn't trust each other, but they still loved each other no matter what.

Jeng jeng jeng, O level prelims (I think there's prelim, is there prelim? Should be, right?) started, the brain-racking students were all nervous, shaking as they enter the examination hall (also known as a 2-week hell). So, the devils (examiners) went around checking for cheaters, the two lovebirds concentrated on their work while trying to forget about their relationship stress. Unfortunately, they missed each other so much, they didn't concentrate much on their papers.

Well, sad to say, both passed but didn't meet to their expectations. After the exams, Kelly felt that Eric was the one who caused their result to be bad. Eric, likewise, thought the same thing. After a 2 year (!!!!!!!!!) relationship, they decided to end it due to a silly mistake.

Tick tock, time flew, Kelly miss Eric, Eric miss Kelly. Both were longing for each other's warmth... Both were desperate for each other's love.. you know, two people's love so strong that anything blocking their path is run over.

TO BE CONTINUED :p