smells like funk

stewpiddd

2005-08-21T02:10:00.000-07:00

Got back my test papers. And felt like quitting school all over again. But I could always count on Trase to talk cock and make my day. He was telling me all this shit about life being filled with detours and I have to make some sacrifices or something like that.

But whatever he said is actually quite true.

Important announcement!

I am closing down this blog. Yes, sad but true.

However, this does not mean that I will stop blogging, for a brand new blog is in the pipelines. Watch this space. As in, not literally because it's closing down, but you know?

2005-08-14T05:07:00.000-07:00

Mum: When are you coming home?

Me: Soon.

Mum: Where are you now?

Me: On the way back.

Mum: Nak potong cake adik lah. [ translation: Want to cut little brother's cake lah. ]

Me: Oh! Okay. Tadi buat sets kejap lah. [ translation: We did sets for a bit just now lah. ]

Mum: Hah? Aper? Buat sex? [ translation: What? Have sex? ]

Me: MA?? WHAT???

Mum: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Me: Tak senonoh lah mak aku ni. [ My mother is so sick. ]

The entire exchange above is pure non-fiction. I swear.

My mother ah. Tsk tsk. Seriously. And she laughed! No wait she didn't. She CACKLED.

You know my vow about eating minimal? Well, I'm going to take it to the extremes and FAST tomorrow. Actually, for the whole of next week. If I don't lose at least 3 kg, I will turn anorexic.

If I don't die from hunger before that lah.

I have no idea how I'm going to survive because I get SO hungry in school. I get so hungry I could eat a whole elephant. But to eat an elephant is to be an elephant. Therefore I shall... fuck the elephant. As in, not literally fuck the thing, but as in I ain't going to touch food.

You sick people, think of sex only ah?

But I don't blame you, especially when sex appears on the news like, everyday? This morning alone, there were three headlines with the word Sex on ONE page in The New Paper.

I think The New Paper is kind of trashy. It IS a tabloid after all, grammatical errors notwithstanding.

OH OH OH BEP concert on 20th September!!!

Who cares if Fergie can't sing live for nuts?

Don't take the mickey out of BEP fans' excitement because WE DON'T CARE even if you say it with your best milk-curdling sneer. HUH. It's on a Tuesday night. Last year's concert was also on a Tuesday night. Hmm. Feng shui maybe?

But I thought Fergie sounded fine. During the last concert. Hmmm.

Nothing much to blog about actually.

2005-08-10T02:32:00.000-07:00

Monday was such a waste of time. Had no idea why I bothered to come for the pathetic excuse of a National Day celebration the school had. We were eons behind schedule. First they insisted on squeezing all of us in the canteen cum hall cum half of temp block, and then when the rain stopped, they wasted more time shifting us to the assembly area.

What do time management and colour coordination have in common?

They're both what Anderson DOES NOT have.

They expect us to wear red UNDER our pinafores? Go to hell. There's not enough Art teachers around. And that new logo thinger that they "spectacularly" unveiled? Aesthetically-handicapped I say. Much like this year's National Day song. Bland and uninspired.

I don't even know where that badge went.

And we had CIP after that. Wow how wonderful! Collecting newspapers and other junk from creepy ulu blocks is just how I love to spend the eve of the nation's birthday.

Tuesday was definitely much more fun. Except that it was spoiled by a few Banglas!!! Okay, that one later.

Met Han at Sembawang, with her sister. I didn't know she had an elder sister. So I was like, Eh? Why her sister so damn tall? There was this guy sitting next to me, and Han thought it was Sharudin. Haha! NO I don't even know him. But then again he did look like him, sort of.

So we went to city hall and there was this SHITLOAD of people, all wearing red and such. I was thinking, Please don't go esplanade. Please? Like my father owns the Esplanade like that lah, but you know?

Imagine my happiness when most of them went in the direction of suntec city. BUT that happiness was short-lived! The rooftop was closed! Goddamnit I felt like taking a bucket and shitting in it out of disappointment.

Me and Han were really dumb. There was this sign that said Level 3 Closed, and we thought, Hey they didn't say level 4 is closed, so we took the lift. We went in and pressed the button for level 4, which simply refused to light up. We kept pressing it, but it didn't light up and the doors were closing so we panicked and went out of the lift.

We refused to give up because we were being the stubborn goats that we are. So we went back in again, and didn't exit out of panic when the doors closed and the buttons refused to light up. The lift went up! But the doors didn't freaking open! Scary bodoh!

I was like, Oh fuck. I started pressing the level 2 button frantically and thank God, the lift went back down.

We went to sit at the bay, on some steps.

Why, oh why, are there so many foreigners hanging around there? Not the rich ass Caucasian expats, but the foreign workers, as in Thais and Banglas. There are so freaking many of them lah! What the hell!

It totally spoiled the mood for me because there was this group of idiotic MORONS who have no idea what the meaning of 'personal space' is. This group of Banglas suddenly decided to stand really close to us nearing the fireworks.

They SUCK dick, cunt, lollipop.

So irritating! And the smell! Gosh, I mean, nothing against Banglas in general because I'm sure there are a select few who have a sense of sanity in them, but this group of them I really felt like smacking. The frontmost two were stepping on my KitKat bag!

FUCK YOU go fuck yourselves and however many Indonesian maids STOP contaminating the Esplanade with your foul existence if I ever see you again I will rip your balls off lah kanina beh chee...ken macnugget filet-o-fish macspicy double.

And they kept staring at me and Shikin, and screaming whenever we let out whoops of excitement. Eh, seriously ah. Shaddafuckup can? You think you so funny is it? EH HELLO EXCUSE ME I THINK SEEING A GOAT HUMP THE MERLION WILL BE FUNNIER THAN YOU YOU PATHETIC SORRY EXCUSE OF A HOMO SAPIEN.

Enough of them. The fireworks were.. WOW. Front, left, right. And during the last burst there were actually lighted splints falling from the sky and onto the crowd below, into my hair! What the shit? The man next to me was like, EH macam air ludah tempias gitu.

AHAHAHAHA except that spit cannot burn you unless it comes from... Potassium Hydroxide! Acid mah. Ooh, I will stand further away from her whenever she speaks. No wonder her face like that, corroded already. HAHA!

Yummy eye candy everywhere! Saw this really hot neighbour of mine he is so HOT I thank God he lives in my vicinity. He really is damn hot. There were so many hot guys everysinglewhere!

Sorry bimbotic moment for a while there.

Reached home at around midnight? I like my neighbourhood at midnight. Very serene.

Was talking about parents after school with Siti, Husna, Ain and Maryam, and I realised that I am damnedly lucky.

My parents don't expect me to go JC after my O's. My mum rarely nags at me. My dad lets me go out. I don't live with a militant pair of parents controlling my every move.My mum doesn't talk shit. Neither does my dad, during the rare times that he does talk to me.

My parents support my passion for art. They understand that I have no interest in Maths and Science whatsoever. They, however, gently remind me that I have to scrape pass my O's to get anywhere in the world.

And I accept that, but not without struggle of course, because they don't drill it into my head and push it into my face with a DO THIS OR ELSE manner.

Well, they used to, and I made it clear that I wasn't going to take any of that shit from them. I am going to pursue art and there ain't nobody who's going to stop me.

Maybe it helped that I had an aim in life, and I was ready to commit to it.

But looking at others, they don't have the same luck as me. And here I am rubbing it in their faces. They're probably thinking FUCK YOU SLIK.

So I won't talk about this anymore.

I WILL LOSE WEIGHT I WILL LOSE WEIGHT I WILL LOSE WEIGHT.

I feel damn fat can. Had height and weight taking during PE just now and I am so goddamned blubbery fatness.

I feel like a whale. You think I am free from physical insecurities? HAH I AM JUST LIKE ANY OTHER INSECURE GIRL WHO THINKS SHE IS FAT. So much for being an advocate of self-liberation.

I feel trapped in my own fat. That is why I will eat minimal. EAT MINIMAL EAT MINIMAL EAT MINIMAL. If I could I would bring an apple everyday to school and survive on just that. Or cabbage soup, or equally boring and disgustingly bland things that people eat to lose weight.

And DONT SAY IM NOT FAT because I am. Sob.

Being surrounded by skinny people does not help. EH actually it does lah. Spurs me on. Okay people stay skinny.

Speaking of Anderson not having colour coordination, I was right. Because the exterior of the new hall is looking less than appeasing, which is in other words, FUGLY.

Bright orange and green? On clothes, yes but on a school building? A big fat fucking no.

Or maybe it's too early to say. We shall wait and see.

flag day

2005-08-07T23:45:00.000-07:00

Had Flag Day on Saturday. Along with a couple of other schools, including a minah-infested one. Most of them in tight jeans and studded belts. Oh and don't forget the small, obviously fake, Gucci slingbag thingers. Last but not least, makeup which masks their whole face like concrete.

Got freaked out in the train by this super scary girl. She got in at yishun and stood near the door. She was holding this live wasp in her hands and stroking it. Then she took out a pen from her bag and started poking it. Whatever did the poor thing do to her?

So sadistic lah. Siao.

Reported at Plaza SG at 8.30 with Siti, Naf and Syaf. Got our collection bags which were red and blue in colour. So fugly. And the hole into which you put the money in is so small. We were collecting for Singapore Cancer Society. Or something like that.

Went to Orchard Road at first. Typical place to ask donations, I know, but we tried our luck anyway. I don't know why people go there to ask for donations, but the people there are snobs with a capital S and miserly with a capital M. Most of them anyway.

I managed to get a 2 dollar note on my second try. And another. Just my luck. Flag Day is hard work. I was sweating so damned profusely, and it wasn't even an hour into the thing. One lesson learnt: Never go to Orchard Road for Flag Day.

So where did we go?

Geylang!

Thanks to this wonderful brainwave from Siti and Naf, we all dragged our sorry asses down to Geylang. And people actually do donate there. In fact, we got far more rejections in Orchard. The ratio of rejection was probably around 5:1 or something.

All the sweet makciks who donated were not even dripping rich or whatever, but they still donated and didn't ask so many questions. I like.

There were three or four who asked me, " NKF ah? "

Hmm. I said No. And they still didn't donate. Ask so much for what? Donate lah! Eeyer. Don't want to donate, shaddup lah.

There were some who were so, impolite. The worse ones are the ones who totally ignore you. Excuse me, stupid ah? I expect a bloody response, at least a No, or a shake of the head, or something which acknowlegdes my presence!

Simply no manners.

But there was this really cute family from HK.

Me: Hi! Would you like to donate? [smiles sweetly. or tries to.]

Father: Oh yah sure, but we want you to help us with something.

Me: Uh.. What?

Father: We want to take a photo.

Me: [assuming that they want me to help them take a photo of themselves] Oh okay sure!

Father: But we want you to be in the picture.

Me: HAH?? For what??

But I obliged. After all, it's not everyday that you take a group photo with a group of strangers from HK. But it's funny all the same.

The guy even asked me for my email address so he could give me the photo. Haha.

I was like Ummmm never mind it's okay.

If only it was an ang moh family, with like super hot sons. I'd take them on a free guided tour around Geylang.

Had blisters on my feet, they hurt so bad rawwr.

Bumped into Tech from STG! How unexpected. I wonder what he was doing there. Hmmm. Ahaha! Jangan fikir bukan-bukan ya!

Went back to PS, Tired Hungry Thirsty Legs Aching.

But still had the energy to go off to Orchard with Siti to meet Nas and Husna. Went to lovely lovely ArtFriend. I swear I could LIVE in AF, it rocks my underwear!

I am so going to get burnt out by the end of this week. Common tests, then Flag Day, then Istana Art Competition, then collect newspaper, then watch fireworks, then more tests.

I will survive!

And I will blog another time because I want to finish my Noise SG graff comp piece.

in love with ska music

2005-08-05T05:08:00.000-07:00

I am feeling very tired now. Had drama just now, which I will not elaborate on.

Actually I've been feeling tired since after the e math paper, which was yesterday right? Yeah. I just felt so tired I just kept really quiet. And Siti thought I was upset because of the paper.

Well, the paper can go fuck itself.

I just felt really fatigued, both mentally and physically.

And I was wondering why. Never really felt like that before, ever. I actually felt like crying, but I managed to control myself by telling myself that there was absolutely no reason to cry.

I didn't want to cry and have people think that I worry myself too much over MERE tests. I didn't want to cry and have people think that I get stressed too easily. I didn't want to cry over school.

I really think that school is getting to me.

During the chem test after that, I was actually staring out of the window, wondering why I subject myself to this sort of situation. And I felt like crying again. But if I cried I would smudge my eyeliner, I thought. Bimbotic, I know, but it helps.

Not taking myself seriously actually keeps me sane. Not taking things seriously sometimes, also helps maintain my sanity. But being a student in SG, I am forced to take myself, and things, very seriously indeed. Ah. Feeling rather melodramatic, so please bear with me.

Problems, problems.

The innocent can never last. Wake me up when the school term ends.

Even though I feel more alive than ever, the source of this energy I know not. It's like an artificial life, I feel very hollow. Hollow, with water flowing through it. Like I'm a turbine, spinning to carry out my daily life.

My only refuge is, yes, art.

Actually that's not even true. I just said that because, I want it to be true.

I can't even FEEL my direction in art anymore. I just feel so tired.

Oh man, do I sound suicidal or what? But when art proves to do nothing for me, that will be as good as suicide. No it's not suicide it's damned murder. Students don't commit suicide, they get murdered slowly from the inside, and they're just finishing the deed by extinguishing whatever life they have left.

Suicide doesn't exist.

I don't want to sound like a soppy romantic sucker, but maybe I am, because the only times I feel truly happy are when I'm with my significant other.

I'm really sorry to say this, but I don't feel that much attached to my friends. Yes, we may be close and we may share personal problems and such, and talk shit all the time, but truth is, I just don't feel that very much attached. That's all. That's why, if you noticed, I don't use the terms "best friend" or "sister" or whatever.

I hope this doesn't change anything because it's not my intention. I just needed to get it out. I'm really truly very honoured if you consider me as a close or best friend, or friend at all, and PLEASE PLEASE for crying out loud, don't let this change anything.

Hopefully now you know why sometimes I get very distant, or distracted. But of course I won't compromise on our friendship. Rest assured I'll be here for each and every one of you whenever you need me.

Anyway.

I am feeling very jiwang right now. SO bear with me.

This doesn't happen often by the way.

Sometimes, when I feel really stressed, or tired, or whtever negative emotions I feel, I just want to see him. Or talk to him. Or at least make some form of contact with him.

Somehow I can't see myself with anyone else. Maybe it's because I'm too familiar with him, but for now, I don't want anyone else. Not even Brad Pitt. Not for the fact that I can't get Brad Pitt even if I wanted to but you know what I'm talking about right.....

I know he's a Bangla and all, but nobody's perfect. As long as the feeling's mutual. I don't want to talk about the issue of puppy love. I know this doesn't feel like puppy love. Puppy love is peanuts.

And it's not lust either. He just makes me feel happy.

I know most of the time people roll their eyes when I say I want to meet him for a while, or go, "menggatal eh..."

But yeah, you can't do nothing! Nyeh nyeh!

Haha, sorry. Kidding kidding.

Love him to bits.

Okay enough blogging already. Flag day tomorrow.

pervertic sob

2005-08-03T04:45:00.000-07:00

There's E Math and Chem test tomorrow and here I am blogging. I need help! Please! Somebody, anybody! Variations! I don't know a single shit!

Hey Maths is pissing me off real badly. I have people, namely Siti and Sarah [oooh, Siti Sarah! K nvm ignore me] telling me that HeyMaths is fun and it helps, so I went there BUT THE BLOODY LESSONS WON'T COME OUT so I was like ah fuck it.

I am thoroughly disturbed by someone. He is such a over-sexed pervertic son-of-a-bitch! Who does the motherfucker think he is? Brad Pitt? But then again I would be turned off by Brad Pitt if he gives me his vital statistics when he's at attention, or describe his state of undress while smsing me.

EEEE!

Traumatising!

Does he really think he's hot? I mean, seriously. Is he that deluded? Does he not know that the mere sight of him is enough to make my skin crawl?

HE IS SO FISGUSTING!

Oh my gosh I just love Chris Rock! Sorry I digress. Watching Beverly Hills Ninja on HBO now and Chris Rock is so funneh.

Anyway, back to the very grave issue on hand.

AHAHAHAHA!!!! Richard is so hilarious!!! What sticky hands lah, talk cock lah you!! I told him about the pervert by the way. So funny!

I am laughing my ass out right now.

Thank you for turning the grave issue into one heck of a joke.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA omg sLik, stop!!!

I can't blog anymore, laughing too much.

napfa sucks

2005-08-02T05:06:00.000-07:00

I hate Napfa. It made me cry okay!

Worst thing I've ever pushed myself physically for. Everything was going fine during the first and second round, then that dull throbbing ache started in the left of my stomach.

Fuck that stitch lah eat shit and die goddamnit!

The dull throbbing ache turned into a sharp knife-like existence piercing the side of my stomach. Pain like what man! Seriously. I was crying by the last round because I desperately wanted to pass. I love my towel alot. If not for it, I wouldn't have passed.

I just told myself to squeeze the towel. Or wrap it around my eyes. Or something like that. If only I could have run barefoot or listened to music, maybe I wouldn't have cried.

Eh whatever lah! Cannot be bothered anymore.

When I graduate, I'll stay far away from Napfa. Far, far away.

Julian Hee very cute ah?

Watching Heartlanders. First time I've stayed outside of my room on weekdays. They filmed in AMK Central. So budget. Today's episode about Chinese gangsters. Pai kia, samsengs, whatever you call them. I call them idiots. Not just Chinese ones, but all of them. Regardless of race.

Wasting their lives away in that self-absorbed mentality of theirs. They think they rule the world, they think everyone's scared of them. Please lah! Mindless violence, bloated egos, zero intellect. I am amazed by them. But not in a good way of course.

Don't they realise how short life is? Much much too short to adapt that kind of hardcore lifestyle. The reality is very sad. Seriously. Think about it! So the saying, " Youth is wasted on the young " is quite true in this case. They will all live to regret it one day, but they still continue. As if awareness has not been raised among the public, assumingly them as well, already.

Sobering indeed. And I'm not being sarcastic.

I feel so... So... Duno. I don't even know if it's a good thing or not.

Oh my gosh I want to watch Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory! Loved the book so much. It's coming out this Thursday!!!!

But I'm broke. Maybe I can go with my bangla. [ BIG HINT ]

LOL kidding kidding darling. He reads my blog. I didn't know that.

Oooh, smoking is banned in coffee shops and restaurants or something right? How good is that? Soon it'll be banned in clubs too. Yeay! As if I can go into clubs now but that's not the point see.

Don't you think old people are just so cute? Especially our own grandparents. They can be so farnee sometimes. Really.

My grandfather was accused of rape by an Indon maid, years ago when he was working as a security guard. Yes, my sweet old grandfather, got a letter written to him from this bitch of a maid saying that if he does not want the whole world to know that he allegedly raped her, he has to pay her a few thousand dollars or something.

Blackmail konon.

Eh puki dier ah blackmail!!!!! Stupid bitch. She's in Indonesia now. If she's in Singapore I will track her down and slap her eyeballs out. Seriously ah. Nothing else to do is it? Work lah! OT or something.

But it's kind of hilarious too actually.

Imagine your grandfather being accused of such a thing. Your grandfather who gave you money whenever he visited. Even if it was only two dollars, somehow I felt blessed when he gives me money.

Your grandfather who forgets where he puts his glasses and goes searching the whole house for them, and in the end, they're hanging on his neck. Your grandfather who pulls out all sorts of medicated oil from the depths of his closet when you complain of a stomachache.

Your grandfather who goes for a morning walk everyday, and steps on those stone reflexology things. Your grandfather who smiles at you with those gaps in his teeth. Your grandfather who laughs literally like this, " Hur hur hur. " Your grandfather who never remarried, even after his wife died all of a sudden.

Your grandfather who chose to live life peacefully, looking after his grandson, sending him to school everyday, playing in the playground with him during the weekends, and spoils him silly with sweets and toys.

Well, that's how I remember mine anyway.

I remember how my mum used to drop me off at my grandparents' house every weekend and my grandmother would cook crab for us. I remember one time there was a blackout and I was so scared I screamed and grabbed my grandmother. She simply stroked my head and said some prayers and I didn't feel scared anymore. My grandfather laughed and lit some candles.

That was the most vivid memory I had of my grandparents together.

Then my grandmother died.

I'm going to cry like mad if and when my grandfather passes away.

argh

2005-07-29T05:24:00.000-07:00

Common tests next week. Starting with social studies on Monday.

I just love tests. I mean, don't you all think they are just so beneficial and helpful? Don't you just love the teachers for setting wonderful papers for us to sit down and ponder lightly upon, after which proceed to fill in the blanks like it's the most natural thing on Earth?

Don't you??? [shrieks in desperation] Tell me you do and prove that the whole world has gone nuts!!!!

Ahem.

Sorry. That was certainly an outburst. My profuse apologies if I had scared anyone stiff out there.

Took a leaf out of Adlin's book and tied whatever hair I had on my head left up.

Did I just say, took a leaf out of Adlin's book?

Oh my god I sounded like potassium hydroxide! Ahhhhh! Goodness!

She's the only person who comes up with such moronic terms. She does not deserve to be the VP at all! She is so incompetent. And she think what, she VP very big ah! Jalan dah!!!!

Anyway, why am I wasting blog space on her??? EEE.

Uh, oh yah, tied my hair up.

It felt so good! I could feel air circulating around my neck. Now I know why act cute people are so happy all the time. They have proper neck air circulation.

Don't you think that time passes really, really fast???

It's August already!!!

Soon it will be September hols, then final year exams, then Dec hols, then I'm in sec 4. Then I'll graduate.

Somehow I feel... scared of graduating. Yes, me, despite all my bravado and whatever, I do feel a little apprehensive to graduate from secondary school. When you think about life beyond secondary school, it can get a little intimidating. Don't just think, oh JC, then university. Then work.

What if you don't even get into JC? What if you can't get a job?

It's like, secondary school is this safe shell, and suddenly you get thrown into the world. Funny, it feels like I've been in secondary school all my life.

Ah.

Enough blogging.

untitled

2005-07-28T23:15:00.000-07:00

I realised I haven't done a survey in a bloody long time.

Hahaha kidding kidding. I know you all are going, " Noooooooooo!!!! No more!! "

Or maybe not but never mind.

Yes, we all love Asnah. I swear, she is the funniest old lady ever. I'm actually looking forward to her lessons. Why? Because she's funny, she's full of interesting stories and, she's funny. Eh, her lessons also very informative. Can learn a damn lot lah.

Me and Shikin are always going, " Ooooooohhhh " during her lessons. Like, total enlightenment.

And her stories. Her stories! Fuck funny!

If not for Malay lessons, I think I would have died a long time ago.

She spent a whole hour telling us about her children, and how we should plan our lives properly and stuff like that. Very motherly, yes, but the way she tells us the stories is just so entertaining. Her next topic: Pregnancies out of wedlock and why it happens.

I can't wait.

I'm in the school library now, but it feels more like a wet market or something. Audibly. Albeit a wet market with air-conditioning.

So yesterday, I went to support my drama juniors for the Fire Prevention Skit Competition at SCDF HQ, somewhere in Paya Lebar. They got consolation, and they were all looking really sad in the bus on the way back to school.

It's okay lah! You guys did a great job! And it's good enough that you got into the finals. So don't be too sad, many more opportunities in the near future.

CHIJ won. They were screaming like banshees when it was announced.

St Patrick's was second. There was a beatboxer in their skit. He was dope! I thought they could have won, though. Regent Sec got third.

Apparently, the judges were looking for in-your-face let's practise fire prevention message kind of thing. It was more of a documentary thing, not an artistic theatre thing. Ahhh. How... efl-ish.

Saw a couple of hot men in uniform around. But didn't get to interact. How sad. Must go for their open house. I went for one two years back and there was this hot guy manning the fire hose. So hot!

Ahem. Anyway.

The CD guys were acting all gentlemanly, opening doors for us and whatnot. Not that I mind lah. But there was this instance when me and mas were debating whether to take the lift or stairs one storey up and these two guys LUNGED for the staircase door and opened it for us.

Hilarious!

Then one of them went in and opened the other door for us too. Funny.

Have to go for drama now. Eurgh. Getting sick of drama lah!

jeng jeng jeng

2005-07-24T01:01:00.000-07:00

A saloon? Not my thing. I cut one person's hair like want to die already, ask me to open saloon. Ha! Ha!

Han's hair was nicely butchered by me on Thursday. I did bangs for her. She looks so cute with bangs lah! And there she was going, I look so fat I look so ugly... I felt like giving her a good smack.

When in doubt, side part. Never ever EVER center part please! And bangs are meant to be worn down on the forehead, not pushed back. If it's pushed back or to the side then what's the point of having bangs?

Cutting hair is hard work man. I was so hungry after cutting han's hair I finished her mee goreng for her. I wasn't even responding to what she said to me because I was so hungry. Salute to the hairdressers in the world!

The next day was... Racial Harmony Day. The Coonies Clan turned up in Indian, save for Kinnie and Sarah who were in Chinese. The day was kind of crap, so we took alot of pictures.

Had a hilarious time at Pizza Hut after that. We were all laughing so loudly the staff had to shush us. Oops. I hope they don't blacklist us, and we get turned away the next time we go there.

Then we went to Nas' house to watch Mistik. Which is the most fuckboring horror movie ever. This doesn't even deserve a movie review because it is so sucky. Ain was actually sleeping throughout the movie. Dumbness.

Yesterday was damn fun. Had exco meeting in the morning, then went to zahd's house to discuss sketsa, then me, shikin and adlin went to esplanade to see the fireworks. So nice! First we had to wait an hour or so, sitting around on the roof, then the jets came.

The fireworks were... spectacular. I mean, my eyes were 'bring-bringing' an hour after the whole thing! Haha!

Shikin's mom was so nice lah. She blanja-ed us makan after that. Thank you!

I ate a damn lot yesterday. Let me list down:

1 Fillet-O-Fish
1 Grilled Chicken Foldover
2 bowls of Siti's Mom's mee goreng
popcorn, kacang putih, stikko, mee goreng mamak, mee kuah and murtabak.

I feel so fat.

wheeeeedadadada

2005-07-18T05:36:00.000-07:00

What's with the bright font, you ask?

It's because I am SO happy that my computer's working again! Yes it is!

I'm sure the feeling is mutual because now I get to blog again, and you get to read my posts again. Right? Right? Even if you don't agree just do anyway.

I have so much to blog about I don't know where to start.

No NKF, it's been discussed to death already. Actually I've been anti-NKF for a long time, even before this saga because my family has something against NKF I don't know why. So it's the upbringing I guess. All the more with the whole Durai gold tap thing.

T T Durai is one of the most piggishly disgusting man I've ever seen. He has the cheek to say that whatever we are donating goes to dialysis or some shit like that. Why can't he get normal pay? Like teacher's pay or something. And the rest goes to the patients.

If he wants to be so rich, then go and build a porn movie empire lah! Or be a gigolo with a sugar mummy. Then he can be rich and no one complains.

Enough of him.

Great idea for sketsa competition! All fired up to kick some [insert school name here] ass. A whole bunch of us were discussing the thing, and the conversation topic switched to Islam.

Was marveling at the seemedly ridiculousness of some rules in Islam, but I am not in a position to question. Sometimes I can't help but question, especially if a rule seems illogical or unreasonable. Maybe I'm too analytical for my own good. But I always remember that intelligence is a gift from God, so the least I could do is respect his rules.

Speaking of rules and ridiculousness and such, I think Anderson is getting more fucked-up.

I think they're cracking down on school couples or something.

But recently, a certain friend of mine got 'caught' sharing food with his girlfriend. I won't say who, because I don't know if he approves of me citing his case on my blog.

Anyway, he was sharing food with his girlfriend during recess in the canteen, and this teacher took a photo of them, and gave it to ang. Ang then made the poor guy sign a contract saying that he will not go out with, or even like, his girlfriend again. There were also threats of bringing in the parents.

Now, that was a whole bunch of bullshit. But TRUE bullshit, sad to say.

1) The teacher who took the photo of them should be fucking sued for invasion of privacy. What right does he have to take a photo of two people, merely sharing food, and give it to the DM?? Obviously he knows that giving it to the DM will lead the couple into trouble. Who the heck does he think he is, paparazzi?

2) Sharing food. SO??? Sometimes people just want to save money. And sometimes, you can't help it if the other person is of the opposite sex. Oh, so now it's wrong to share food? What if I share food with a girl? Take picture lah! Lesbian couple! Must make them sign contract!

3) Why does the school stoop so low as to actually DO this sort of thing? Most teachers don't care, so why should these two asses care?? HAH??? I bet the teacher who took the picture is so deprived, therefore all his students shall be too!

4) Contract??? How ridiculous is that? It is just a piece of paper don't you realize that we dont give a flying fuck about a piece of paper which you just make us sign dictating who we should not like and who we should not go out with bloody hell. This school is turning into a military state man.

Talk about utter stupidity lah! I'm still reeling from the dumbness of it all.

rare update

2005-07-13T01:10:00.000-07:00

I am so sad. Because my computer is still FUCKED. Hate, hate, hate my fucked computer. Actually it's just the cpu, which is actually periisian in malay [ bet you didn't know that HAH! ] the monitor is perfectly fine.

If you're wondering how I managed to update, I'm at Husna's house now. We are watching a Hindustan movie, the title I don't know. I'm not really concentrating, because I'm kind of turned off by Ain's imitation of the heroine singing. It sounds bad, okay.

As if I can sing well but never mind.

My stomach is hurting because of laughing over Ain and Husna's lusting over Mr Ari. Extreme lusting I tell you. And he's married with kids! I wonder what's the opposite of a paedophile.

Anyway they were lusting over him licking an ice-cream cone. Quote on quote, " He looks SO HOT! "

I am disturbed.

Not that Mr Ari is not worth lusting over but his wife can do all the lusting please, thank you very much.

I'm not feeling well. I think I overate. The canteen food is so unhealthy, there's oil dripping everywhere. I swear one day, someone's going to drop dead in the middle of the canteen while shoving a mouthful of that oily thinger because his arteries get clogged. Or hers.

Don't really feel like blogging anymore.

Sorry but I just, I just, can't.

LOL.

Ah enough already. I think I'll try to concentrate on the movie. Till the time my computer gets un-fucked.

lelelelele

2005-07-04T20:50:00.000-07:00

Happy 15th Birthday Zahidah! Just one more year to NC-16 movies and legal sex!

Although I don't think you're really looking forward to that but never mind.

My computer is still so fucked! Argh!

Somehow I can only produce quality posts at home. Maybe because I'm that bored or I wouldn't be at home at all. It is safe to say that I am never really at home. Physically sometimes, but mentally always. Why? Because home is so boring.

I know, wrong of me to say that but it's true.

How sad. I am such an ungrateful child. Let me go sacrifice myself to the God of the Aztecs. Let them skin me, then throw me down the hill, then eat me.

That's what they do! Really! I think. They all sound the same anyway, Aztecs, Mayans whatever. They all sound the same, they all LOOK the same.

I digress.

I now have 10 karangans to do. I just love love love asnah! Imagine, 10 karangans to be passed up on Friday! I know, 5 was to be done during the holidays but still. 5 by Friday? I am just so excited at the prospect of having to sit at home and actually do my karangans.

Ahhh Asnah, she's such a lovely lady gone freaking psycho.

Fuck that.

Never mind, I can forgive her because she didn't come today, gone gallivanting off at Medan, therefore giving us free period! The free period is self-imposed by the way. Remember? 5 karangans?

I don't wish to continue complaining about Assnah so I'll stop blogging.

finnaly i update

2005-07-03T21:56:00.000-07:00

I am so sorry for the lack of updates for the past week or so because my computer is so fucked. Now at shikin's house, supposedly having a discussion for andnovation carnival, but not doing so. Typical.

Exciting news!

ArtFriend at Taka!!!!!!!!!!! I love ArtFriend. Seriously. Me and Nas were just going crazy in there. Saw this really cute guy. He's so cute! Soft spot for artists, I have. I am going to be such a regular there. I will spend all my pocket money there.

Hah.

Now Taka seems so appealing. I used to think Taka was so posh and snotty because there's brand labels like LV and Burberry there, but there's also Kinokuniya, the FoodHall[!!!] and of course, ArtFriend.

ArtFriend, ArtFriend, ArtFriend.

Art is my friend. Art, my friend, is. My friend is ArtFriend. My friend, art is.

Ha! Ha!

Sorry, sorry.

Spastic, I know.

Okay enough blogging for now. Must Start Discussing!

oh dannnngggg

2005-06-25T21:36:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow I shall die.

Let me tell you why.

Oooh that rhymed! Uh. Sorry.

Well, we all know what day it is today. Yes, it's the last day of the June holidays. Let us all maintain a one-minute silence for the demise of a timespan which was filled with many a fond memory, and many more an opportunity to sleep till the late hours of noon and beyond.

OH MY GOD I have not finished my homework. Seriously.

Not even one of my karangans have been completed, my chem worksheet is only halfway done, and I have no idea what else is there to do.

I know though, that I'm not going to do it. Fuck it all.

You know why?

Because I have no lessons tomorrow! And I'll be only attending two hours of lessons on Tues and Wed each.

Ah, bliss. Thank God for Australian people coming over.

I don't really feel like blogging today actually.

TBP

2005-06-23T21:26:00.000-07:00

Okay, I will hold back no longer. It's been a long time since I've bitched about a person in my blog, I forgot how much fun it is, provided the person deserves it lah.

I am having a TBP! [Total Bitch Post]

For those who are allergic to bitchiness, I suggest you scram right now or you will die from sneezing your lungs out of your nostrils. A warning, this is not a Total Bimbotic Bitch ala Tiffany Wilson Post, but it is straight up, in your face, acid.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

I have restrained from commenting about the resident poser in the school simply because I try to be nice, or maybe it's pity, I don't know it all feels the same when it comes to HER.

Actually I don't see why I should spare any feelings for her because obviously I would be giving her attention if I do, which is obviously what she wants but we all can't help it, can we?

I pity her because she is so confused! How can she stand living in that self-imposed confusion? How can her midget form possibly take it? How can she make herself show that black-eyeliner smeared face to the world? How?? She must be one strong person. Or she has skin as thick as a rhino's butt.

I'm guessing the latter.

Tell me, what kind of music do you like? Hiphop? Punk rock? Uh, jazz?

It's perfectly fine if you like all three, because the key word here is 'like'. But to advocate and blur the lines between the genres by adapting the concepts behind the music, and mixing it all up, now that is NOT perfectly fine. In fact, it is not fine at all.

Yes, like Naf says, hiphop and punk rock do not go together. At all.

Hiphop is a culture. It is not just about clothes, or slang or using it to be cool. People who truly feel the culture, get in the culture. I think she's trying to do that by taking hiphop dance lessons from a certain spa, and advocating graffiti, saying it rocks her world and whatever shit.

Ah, but she's not really doing it see, because hiphop dance is not an element of hiphop, breakdance is. She asked me to teach her to break once, but I am scared her puny frame cannot endure the physical side of breakdancing.

And the graff pictures on her friendster profile? None of her doing.

This graff thing is really bugging me.

I'll take you back to October 2004, when I was still on relatively good terms with her, I actually went for the graffiti workshop during the school's Arts Fest in the same group as her.

She was wearing a trucker cap which was so fugly, I must say.

So what did she do during the workshop? Oh, flirt with the facilitators a little, hogged the black spraycan while doing the background, complaining that Scope didn't let her see his blackbook, adjusted her trucker a little, basically a lot of shit.

Let me set this straight. Anyone, I repeat, anyone can do a background. Unless you are really spastic and can't stop trying to shove the spraycan down your mouth, doing the background shouldn't be a mean feat. I'm not saying a perfectly even coat of paint background, but a whatever as long as it's covered kind of background.

You following me here?

At the most, you get drips running down your background. It does not justify you 'luUurve'-ing graffiti! It does not justify you making yourself out to be actually experienced in graffiti! It does not fucking justify anything!!!!!

As you can see, I am starting to get really pissed, but I will maintain my Total Bitch demeanour and continue with a certain amount of dignity.

Oh, and she has the nerve to say that I taught her graffiti. I won't even bother to deny that because if you had at least two brain cells in your head, you would know that I did not actually do that. And her definition of teach is, teaching exactly how to draw this letter, how to draw that one, blah blah.

What utter nonsense, LAH!

I merely gave her an example of something in my style, and said that the development and expansion of one's style is purely his or her own effort, there is no set template for you to COPY and call it YOUR FUCKING OWN.

I tell everyone that okay. Just because she is so interested, doesn't mean that I can show her exactly what to draw and how to draw it. Simply because I can't do that! I didn't develop a distinct style over a span of two years just to show someone as an example and have that someone COPY IT. And claim that I taught her.

I don't compromise on quality, more less on originality but I can accept biting to a minimum because I know my work is not copyrighted. Biting, in this case, is getting inspiration, or citing influence from, which I am not loathe of doing, because I did it myself in the early stages of development, then that's it, I stopped.

But this girl. This girl! If she has originality, I will eat my blue limited edition adidas shoes.

And using slangs such as 'ma' for my, 'fer' for, well, for and having atrocious spelling does not make you cool, especially if you use it incessantly. It makes you sound dumb. And to put God three items under Good Charlotte does not make you cool either.

And how dare she put graff under checkered stuff???

I think everyone has seen her Friendster profile, so you all know how excruciating it is.

And if she's keeping it real, I will eat my Stan Smiths. And I will stop loving Pharrell. I bet she doesn't even know what it means! Well, she can't even spell it, so no doubt about that.

Everything about her is just so wrong. She should just like, go to Scotland, dig a hole and live there. Hey, I might even donate a spraycan or two so she can spray the walls of her hole a different background colour every two weeks!

Or she can spray her walls checkered! Let's see, I have black and red to spare, so she can enlarge the design on her bag onto the walls, and if I feel extra kind, I might give her yellow too, so she can throw in the lemon as well!

Oh, too bad about the eyeliner, she might have to use her own shit when the kohl runs out. Oh, don't forget a videotape of Hiphop Dance Moves, courtesy of Amore Fitness, and some Good Charlotte posters as well. Oooh, what about toy electric and bass guitars?

Why not grab a mat who's 'kipg it real' and throw him in the hole to keep her company?

Syafiqin you are TOO kind! Oh no, it's all my pleasure! Really! Anything to keep the poser happy! *beams ecstatically* Oh no, I almost forgot the sketchbook and pencil! She just loves drawing, don't you know?

What kind of drawing, you ask? Oh, I don't know, just things she copies from here and there, it doesn't matter, like I said, anything to keep the poser happy!

well well

2005-06-20T19:34:00.000-07:00

Well, guess what? I'm not doing surveys anymore! (for now)

I think I had survey burnout. But there's this one survey which I came across, and it is so bloody interesting I am dying to fill it up and post. But I will give you all a break from reading surveys and blog properly for today.

I tried analysing this obssession of mine, and I still don't know why I did so many surveys all of a sudden. No, it's not PMS. Maybe I just like being asked so many questions. Or maybe not.

Change of subject, please.

Yesterday!

Ah, Maths. Three words. I hate Maths. No other way to put it. Especially when said with that bitter I-just-got-a-ten-year-jail-sentence tone, bang my sentiments exactly.

If Maths were human, I would get an extremely horny goat to rape it.

Eh, but then again, the subject itself isn't to blame what. If we just left it alone in its own complexity without trying to come up with laws to govern it, then wouldn't life be so much simpler?

We would all still be living as cavemen.

I was so worked up yesterday, about Maths, about the education system, that I was talking uncharacteristically loudly. Ha ha right.

Why can't the system be more flexible? Why can't we choose to do what we like to do? Okay, not just like, that's too weak, but what we WANT really badly to do. Why can't I just fucking drop Maths and Physics and all those goddamned subjects and do art???? WHY??

I was trying to do Maths homework with Sarah and Husna yesterday, at AMK library and I managed till question 9 of my A Math worksheet. Then I simply couldn't be bothered. I really cannot be bothered.

I think Maths is just a waste of time, seriously. I mean, if you're good at it, then fine! Go on being good at it and don't mind me.

I know you're thinking, " She has her art to fall back on of course she can talk lah " Well stop it because that is not my point. Surely you have some talent of sorts up your behind. It's time to find it and use it! Don't just grumble about school, then grumble about your lack of talent because I'm SURE you have at least half a talent. At least?

DON'T SAY NO or I will slap you so hard.

And don't just think of things like drawing or painting or whatever you are thinking about, think about other things. Even thinking can be a talent! You never know! If everyone can find their talent then we can revolt against the system and be free of Maths!

So it all boils down to that, huh.

If your talent is Maths, then that's great, good for you! But you should put it in an occupation other than teaching Maths because hopeless students like me do not see the fucking point of graphs of functions and logarithms and whatever! Be a consultant, a financial advisor, a lecturer! Anything but a secondary school Maths teacher.

Besides, 'lecturer' sounds so much more sophisticated than 'secondary school Maths teacher', no?

Wow, that was satisfying. Finally, a real blog post! Ha! Ha!

I am in such a dilemma you know that? But I can't say it here. So pretend I didn't say that.

Hmm.

I just spent five minutes pondering about what to blog on next.

Another five.

Okay never mind.

MORE WAKAKAKA

2005-06-18T23:00:00.000-07:00

Like Spongebob Squarepants? Oooh yeah, lovely dumb show.
Ride a bike? Who doesn't? *stares real hard at ain*
Read Harry Potter? Eh no, much better books out there.
Read a lot? When time gives.
Yell at your siblings? I don't just yell.
Argue with your parents? What's the point? They always win.
Feel like quitting this quiz? No. Never say die!
Love McDonalds? Only for Big Mac.
Play basketball? Nope. Cheena sport.
Play badminton? Haha no.
Watch Disney channel? I don't have it bahh.
Like Oreo? I love love love Oreos, ecept when they get stuck in my teeth.
Like potato chips? Sour Cream and Onion. The best ever.
Drive? Yeah, I drive people mad.
Do the housework? Forcedly
.::: W I L L Y O U :::
Get more than 5 piercings? No, not even one.
Curse a friend? I do that all the time.
Hit someone that offended you? If he/she really truly deserves it.
Sacrifice for the one you love? Sure thang.
Hug a stranger? If you pay me.
Sneak out at night alone? For what???
Join Fear Factor? Eee, no, so tak glam.
Work for Donald Trump if you had a choice? Nope, it just ain't my thing.
Further your studies overseas? Yesss but only at art school.
Try summoning a ghost for fun? Siow ah? Kanina...
Try alcohol? Never.
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o1 Do you ever blog?My blog is my pride and joy.
o2 Ever thought that life is miserable?Yes, all the time. I'm just one big emotional wreck.
o3 Who you want to receive a call from?Pharrell Williams asking me to marry him.
o4 Do you love your friends?Oh yeah, but ONLY as friends please.
o5 Are you in love with a boy?Yes. Truly madly deeply. Heh.
o6 Name 5 favourite things you'll bring to?I'm assuming to everywhere? Uh, a bag, my phone , my wallet, cash and fat marker.
o7 Who is the last one who sent you home?Me, myself and I.
o8 Getting a life?Yeah, sooner or later.
o9 How's life?I'll get back to you when I'm 18, okay?
10 Do you like your life?Right now? I don't know. Really.
11 Has anyone ever made your life miserable?I don't let anyone but myself make my life miserable.
12 Live without a cell phone for a week?NO cannot!!!
13 Who will you choose to die with you?George Bush.
14 How many times you blog in a week?Don't know, don't care.
15 Homesick?Never. Haha! I actually cherish the times when I'm away from home.
16 Lovesick?I thought only guys get lovesick.
17 When did you last get sick?25 years ago.
18 msn who is the last who logged in?Syatirah.
19 Favourite songs by who?Let Me Love You by Mario forever.
20 Year of today?2005
21 What did you do in the past hour?Stared at the computer screen.
22 What did you eat in the past hour?Spaghetti bolognaise. Yumza!
23 What did you drink in the past hour?Cold water.
24 What were the last 3 movies you watched?Madagascar, Amityville Horror and I cannot remember for nuts so next question!
25 What was the last tv show you watched?Lost.
26 Who was the last to text you?Nas.
27 Who was the last to call you?Some unknown number which I didn't pick up.
28 Who was the last you called?Husna, offering her job. I am such a life-saver.
29 Seeking for a gf/ bf rite now?I already have one, seek some more for what?
30 Have you rejected anyone before?Yes. Some were necessary.
31 Do you have anyone in your heart rite now?Not enough space for more, full of myself already.
32 Do you believe in your horoscope?I read but I think it's crap. But sometimes it somehow coincides with the truth. Creepy.
33 Do you always remember your dreams?The really weird ones. Which are pretty much most of them.
34 Last thing that made you cry?Funnily, the thing that always makes me happy too.
35 Last person who made you smile?Sharudin. =)
36 Do you hate anybody at the moment?No, I just feel a lotta luuuve.
37 Do you love anybody at the moment?Ahahaha. Look above the one above.
38 The person(s) you trust?Myself.
39 The person(s) who give/s you advice?Eh I don't need no one giving me advice.
40 The person you love most?The person who gives me the most money?
41 Favorite places:Anywhere with great photo opportunities.
42 Does someone bother you?Britney Spears! Ack! She's on MTV now.
43 What turns you off from the opposite sex?Their egos definitely. And their tendency to get horny real fast.
44 What turns you on?Uh. A wicked sense of humour.

o1. kissed your cousin/s? Why would I want to kiss my cousin?
o2. ran away? Escapism is great, but I'm still awaiting my opportunity.
o3. pictured your crush naked? LOL oh god no, it'd be fucking hilarious.
o4. skipped school? Class yes, school no.
o5. broken someone's heart? Broken, then I repair again okay!
o6. been in love? I am in love. With myself. And my art. Oh yeah, and my boyfriend too.
o7. cried when someone died? Yeah.
o8. wanted someone you knew you couldn't have? Pharrell. Oh my god. Sob.
o9. broken a bone? Nope. Sprained my right ankle thrice though.
1o. done something embarrassing? Lol TELL me about it. Everyday.
11. lied? I am so honest, all the way to the tips of my blond pubes.
12. cried in school? Haha yes, zahidah would definitely remember this one.
WHICH IS [BETTER]...
13. Coke or Pepsi : Cincau.
14. Sprite or 7UP : Cincau.
15. Girls or Guys : Cincau. OKay, okay I'll stop it.
16. Flowers or Candy : Candy. Flowers are nice, but pointless.
17. scruff or clean shaved : Depends. Both can be equally sexy.
18. blondes or brunettes : Redheads.
19. bitchy or slutty : Bitchy. Smart bitchy, not dumb blonde bitchy.
2o. tall or short : Tall. Eh, sensitive issue lah this one.
21. pants or shorts : Pants.
22. night or day : Night. Eh. Day. Eh? Ah duno lah.
ABOUT YOU...
23. ever been engaged/MARRIED? Nope.
24. person you hate most? Anyone who pisses me off real bad.
25. best thing that has happened? Getting born.
26. where did it go? It's till here, living and breathing.
27. picture on your desktop? Some palm tree thing.
FAV ...
28. color? Army green and maroon, best colour combi ever!
29. movie? Orange County and White Chicks. I will never get sick of them.
3o. artist or band? Local hiphop acts. Must support! And alot alot alot more.
31. cars? I got no idea.
32. ice cream? Gelato! Fat-free!
33. food? Do NOT get me started please.
WHO...
34. makes you laugh the most? Extremely clumsy people. All you gotta do is fall down and I'll laugh.
35. makes you smile? Sweet people.
36. can make you feel better no matter what? When I'm down, nobody can make me feel better. Serious.
37. do you have a crush on someone? OOOh. LOL.
38. who has it easier? Rich kids.
39. gives you a funny feeling when you see them? Freaks, I just feel like running fifty miles away while laughing my ass off.
DO YOU EVER...
4o. sit by the phone waiting for a phone call all night? If it's really important.
41. save msn conversations? If it's really necessary or meaningful.
42. save e-mails? Ditto.
43. forwarded secret e-mails? Haha I'm not that dumb.
44. wish you were someone else? Yes, lotsa times.
45. wish you were a member of the opposite sex? Yes, I wana know how they pee standing up.
46. wear perfume? Mais bien sur. But of course.
47. kiss? Not on the mouth. Yet. I'm making him wait.
48. cuddle? What a nice feeling.
49. go online for longer than 24 hours? Nope, not that psycho.

blogger's block

2005-06-18T22:27:00.000-07:00

I think I'm having so much fun doing surveys that I have forgotten how to blog! Aaaah!!!! Horrors!

Kidding, kidding.

I just feel so, so, uh, nothing to blog about. Don't know why, but I just feel like that. I swear, when I get my blogging mood back, I will blog all your nose-hairs off! I will blog such exciting posts that you will re-read them over and over until your eyes roll out of your heads! I will blog oh-so-funnily you will laugh until your windpipe flies out of your throat!

But until then. Yes, you guessed it, more surveys! Lol.

: :::ARE YOU:::
A shopaholic? Slowly, gradually, becoming one.

Easily hurt? No, my skin is so thick not even a pitchfork can hurt me.

Calm? Yes. People should just chill sometimes.

Quiet? If I was quiet, pigs and horses would fly, trailing glitter.

Choosy? Only when it comes to sex partners. Joking, joking.

Active? Active in what?

Very shy? No. Only when it comes to certain people.

Confident of yourself? Lol, I like to think so.

Brand-conscious? Oh yes, I love Burberry! Especially pale blue wallets from pasar malam!

A good listener? Yes, I'm so good I fall sleep and people don't realise it.

Easily bored? I do, but I don't show it. See? So considerate.

Outgoing? Yes. I like going out. Oh, that's not the meaning? *giggles* My gawd I'm such a
bimbo!

Open-minded? Quite, but not the perverted S&M type ah.

An only child? No. I am not a spoiled brat.

Happy at the moment? I don't know what I feel at the moment.

Tired? Full of energy, but nothing to do.

Playing any online games? Nope.

Good at Chess? I don't even know how to play lah!

Tempted by chocolates? I hate it, but I love it.

A couch potato? Only middle-aged, sex-deprived men are couch potatoes.

Afraid of the dark? Yeah, the boogey man might come get me.

::: D O Y O U :::
Play the guitar? My hand co-ordination sucks.

Play the piano? Same as above.

Like your life? Are you kidding? I love my life!

Like school? Bloody waste of time. Unless it's art school.

Like dancing? Oh yeah.Like sweets? Werther's Originals rocks my clocks!

Like travelling? YES!!!! I don't do enough of it.

Own an Xbox? No. I don't need one.

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Name twenty people you know

01. Nas
02. Mr Ismail
03. Aaron Aziz
04. Ain
05. My mum
06. Trase
07. Melanie
08. Myself
09. Zahidah
10. Meow
11. Neia
12. Atiqah
13. Husna
14. Isaac
15. My 2nd younger brother, Naeem
16. Pei Hang
17. Syn Yeow
18. Abelardo
19. Angel
20. Vinna
Wow. Now talk about randomosity.
Who is #8 going out with?:> That's me! Ha! Ha! Sharudin lah. Like you don't know lidaaat.
Is #9 a boy or a girl?:> Girl. Unless she's lesbian and hiding it from me.
Would #11 and #2 make a cute couple?:> LOL Mail and Kak Neia!!! No, definitely not.
How about #18 and #4?> Abelardo and Ain?? Wakakaka I'll have to say no lah.
What grade is #17 in?:> Same as me. EEE.
When was the last time you talked to #12?:> Yesterday night.
What is #6's favorite band?:> Eh? Spice Girls! Kidding, kidding.
Does #1 have any siblings?:> Two elder sisters.
Would you ever date #3? :> He's married lah dey. Diyana would kill me hahas.
Would you ever date #5?:> No, please, no.
Is #16 single?> She has an imaginary boyfriend who she whispers sweet nothings to during maths lessons.
What's #15's last name? :> My father's name lah.
What's #10's middle name? :> That IS his middle name.
What's #8's fantasy?:> LOL anything involving Pharrell.
Would #14 and #19 make a good couple? :> Isaac and Angel?? Wakakakas Gary would beat Isaac up.
What school does #20 go to? :> Anderson sec.
And #1:> Same kakaka.
Tell me a random fact about #11:> She used to hate me once. Ooooh.
And #3:> Uh. He knows me? But really, he does!

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more surveys

2005-06-17T01:46:00.000-07:00

Yes, more surveys! I think I'm getting addicted to them.

What is your real name? Nur Syafiqin Bte Sani
How old are you? 15. I love being 15. Not.
What is your fave country? Bangladesh. Banglas galore!
Have you visit your fave country before? I was just kidding obviously.
How many times do you shower a day? 2, sometimes 3.
Do you love your toilet? I love the mothballs in my toilet because they are pink and lime green. And big.
Energy , F4 or 5566? Faggots, all of them! Bahh.
If given you can have an idol's handphone number,whose would you want? Pharrell Williams du-uh!
Would you like to date your fave idol? I would like to do more than just date him. Heh.
How many countries have you visited? 2. So sad right.
Do you have anyone in your heart now? No more space lah. Full of myself already.
What is your fave song now? It will always be Let Me Love You by Mario. Always.
What is your fave tv program? LOST!!! I love whoever came up with this show. Lost is the reason I'm watching tv again.
How much pocket money do you have for a day? Touchy topic.
If you have 1000 dollars, what would you buy or do with it? I would give it all to charity. The Save-Syafiqin-From-Bankruptcy Charity Drive.
How many msn contacts do you have? Lazy to count.
Do you love your stead? Again, so primary school. Eeyer.
Do you think you are pretty/handsome? I think I look at the most, sane.
Are you a virgin? Yes, and I'm proud of it. Lol.
If not then when is your first time? Only after I get married. If not, I will burn in hell.
What is the last album you bought? Photo album.
Do you love to kiss your toilet? I am not psycho.
Are you lame? Yes. Admittedly.
Do you think you suck? I suck what? Cock? Nope.
Have any of your friends betrayed you before? Yes. I refuse to elaborate.
Are you still friends with her? I am not a pushover.
Do you like this survey? Yes I love it so very the much I think I'll do twenty-five more.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
1. Where do you meet your friends? Can be anywhere. Up there, down there, behind there, in front there...
2. What do you do when you have nothing to do in the classroom? I would get out.
3. Now, you have finished your exam, what do you do at skool? Throw chairs at the teacher.
4. In class, who do you sit with? Siti Zahidah.
5. Did you pass your exam? Exams are a $%^&ing waste of time.
6. Whenever you pass ur exam, do you need someone to help you in any difficult subject? If I pass my exam, I wouldn't be needing help, you spastic freak.
7. On monday to wednesday, wat do you eat in skool? The shit that is our canteen food.
8. On thursday then? Look above.
9. On fridae then? Look above.
10. At home what do you do when you are bored? I talk to myself.
11. Do you love to watch cds & dvds? Alot of pirated ones. So much for "piracy is a crime."
12. In your family, who do you love so much? I don't. Not so much.
13. In your family, who always disturbs you? I disturb them.
15. What do you use when you can't sleep? Heavy-duty tranquilizers.
16. Do you love to eat at home? I don't care where I eat, as long as it's not filled with shit.
17. What time you always sleep at night? No later than 12 midnight.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
1. What are you doing? What do you think?
2. What were you doing before? None of your fecking business.
3. Who are you thinking of now? It's not who, it's what.
4. Where do you think they might be now? Up your ass.
5. What time did you sleep last night? 10 pm
6. What did you do last night? I got busy. What kind of stupid question is this?
7. What did you last say to a friend? Oh my god you're gay???
8. What attracts you to the opposite sex? A fat wallet.
9. What makes you happy? A good song. Gelato cos it's a fat-free indulgence.
10. What are you wearing right now? Something I wouldn't go out in public in.
11. What will you do after answering this? Catch air in a butterfly net.
12. Who was the last person you talked to? Nas.
13. What do you want to tell ur crush but you havent? I think you're really hot.
14. When is your birthday? 17 March
15. What you get for your birthday? A can of anchovies. Haha kidding!
16. When did you last cry? Last, last Saturday.
17. When did you last smile? After I read question 13.
18. Why are u answering these questions? Because I'm a moron DUHHH.
19. When will you marry? Preferably after I'm 25.
20. When did you last receive a gift? Yesterday.. All my troubles seemed so far awayyy... Uh. Ahem.
21. When did you last drink alcoholic beverages? Never! Simply sacrilegious!
22. Who did you last meet? My grandfather's uncle's hamster.
23. Who was the last person you talked about? Eh? Duno leh.
24. Who makes you happy? Really, really dumb people. Because with them , I know there are people worse off than me.
25. Who do u love? Anyone who gives me money. Eh? Wasn't this in the previous survey?
26. Who do you hate most among your friends? If I hate the person, he/she wouldn't be my friend, thank you very much.
27. Who never fails to make you happy? My bangla!
28. Who has the cutest smile you've ever seen? Oooh. Define cute. There's alot of different types you know.
29. Who do you talk on the phone often? Operators.
30. Who do you sms with often? Whoever sms me first. I try to keep my smses to a minimum. Chey, step responsible ah.
31. What's your CCA? Drama
32. How's school? A bloody waste of time.
33. Any regrets? Nope, none at all. None that I can remember anyway.
34. Do you take drugs? I'm half-baked all the time.
35. Are you a shopaholic? Slowly turning into one.
36. Do you have someone in mind that you wish to marry? Yes, but for all the wrong reasons.
37. Do you like the beach? The beaches in Spore so pathetic, how to like? Especially with all the visual pollution jiggling around.
38. Do you wear eye contacts? Nope. Glasses all the way!
39. Does your bf/gf often send you messages in friendster? For what, I ask you?
40. Do you think of your bf/gf often? Especially when I'm feeling lonely. Wakakakaka.
41. Do you believe in true love? Of course. That's why people get married, right? No? Nevermind.
42. Do you believe in first at love sight? Bunch of sentimental crap.
43.Have you ever loved someone? Yes, and I still do.
44. Have you ever been hurt emotionally? Oh, the pain.
45. What do you wish to be doing now? Sunbathing topless in the Maldives.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

BTW

2005-06-17T01:37:00.000-07:00

OH YES and by the way I would like to clarify something.

Me and Nas are NOT representing Anderson in the Street Fest Graff comoetition. GET THAT IN YOUR HEAD. We are representing no one but OURSELVES, ASG. Okay???

dadada

2005-06-17T00:28:00.000-07:00

Horrors! I have no mood to blog today!

But I still want you all to have something to read, so I shall do a survey! Ripped off from siti's blog. I swear I will give un-boring answers so read!! Lol.

STARTING QUESTIONS
1. Starting Time: 3.30PM
2. Name: Nur Syafiqin Bte Sani. sLik please.
QUESTIONS ABOUT FRIENDS
3. Best Friend(s): So primary school lah. Lotsa friends, but no best friend. I am not biased.
4. Chio-est Friend(s): Uh. The auntie selling fake Burberry wallets round the corner.
5. Funniest Friend(s): Everyone has their funny moments, no? Especially when they fall down.
6. Smartest Friend(s): My pet rabbit. Her name is Nabiah. Or Nadiah. Or something-lah. Forgot.
7. Dumbest Friend(s): I shall be kind and not answer this question.
8. Shyest Friend(s): Ditto.
9. Most Primmy Friend(s): Wait, what exactly does primmy mean? Is there such a word??
10. Which Friend(s) from: Which friend from?? Je ne comprend pas.
11. Most Desperate Friend(s): Ooooh, I have a few people in mind, but again, being the magnanimous soul that I am, I will keep it secret.
QUESTIONS ABOUT YOURSELF
12. Height: 164.5 cm.
13. Date Of Birth: 17 March 1990. Remember this date!
14. Right Or Left Handed: I'd like to say I'm ambidextrous, but I'm not. Sad. Right.
15. Shoe Size: 8. Actually I have no idea, I'm just guessing.
16. Do You Crack Any Body Parts: My head. My ass.
17. Siblings: 3 younger brothers. 3 REAL bros.
18. Do You Have A BF: Yes. Higher-earning bangla.
19. Celebrity Crush: Pharrell Williams forever. It is not a crush, it is a celebrity LOVE. Lust actually. But whatever.
20. Liked A Teacher: I am not despo. And all my teachers are morons anyway.
21. Killed Someone: No, but I have had murderous intentions though.
RANDOM QUESTIONS
22. Ever Laughed So Hard You've Peed Your Pants: ALMOST.
23. Ate A Tub Of Ice-Cream: No. I am a civilised person.
24. Ran Into A Glass Door: I am not dumb either.
25. Gone Skinny Dipping: Oooh, I'd like to. But not in Singapore, so tak glam.
26. Gotten Hit Or Nearly Hit By A Car: YES. I hate inconsiderate drivers. Think just because you got a car, you so big lah hah????
27. Ran Into A Parked Car: I am not blind too.
GIRLS LIKE ABOUT GUYS
28. Boxers Or Briefs: Spongebob Squarepants boxers. Lol.
29. Tall Or Short: At least same height as me.
30. Does Size -matters: Yes, not too fat. I like it big somewhere else. Ha! Ha!
31. Six-Pak Or Muscular Arms: Six-pack. Oooh. Eh. Both can??
32. Body Or Personality: Dilemma!! AAAAh!
33. Ear Pierced Or Not Pierced: Not. I don't see the point.
34. Sporty, Indoorsy Or Outdoorsy: It doesn't matter. If he's indoorsy, I'll bring him out. If not, I'll bring him in.
35. Good Guy Or Bad Guy: 40% good, 60% bad.
36. Light Hair Or Dark Hair: It does not bloody matter!
WHICH DO YOU PREFER
48. Coke Or Pepsi: Cincau.
49. K.F.C Or McDonalds: Popeye's.
50. Cats Or Dogs: Rabbits. Named Nabilah. LOL.
51. Coffee Or Tea: Cincau.
52. Eastside Or Westside: What about North and South hah?? Substandard is it?? Okay okay, West, since I used to be from West Coast.
53. Vanilla Or Chocolate: Sticky Chewy Chocolate rocks my socks.
54. Cake Or Cookies: Brownies from either Nas or Mrs Fields.
55. Purple Striped Lime Socks Or White Socks: White, and I will colour them purple with lime polka dots.
56. Sunset Or Sunrise: Sunset.
57. Day Or Night: Night. Eh. Day. No, night. Shit I don't know.
58. Lights On Or Lights Off: On, off, what does it matter, as long as the deed is done?
59. Summer Or Winter: Spring.
FAVOURITE THINGS
60. Food: DO NOT get me started.
61. Holiday: Maybe if I actually go on one, I could answer this question.
62. Thing(s) To Do: NOT worry about anything.
63. Radio Station: Perfect 10, all hits, all day!
64. Place: Anywhere with a blank wall and spraycans.
65. Will You Believe In God: I have always, am and will believe in God. This is not even a question. Bahh.
66. What You Want To Be When You Grow Up?: A hermit and live in the Andes.
MORE RANDOM QUESTIONS
77. Define Love: A pain in the ass, but a nice kind of pain.
78. Where Were You Born: Somewhere in the middle of the Indian Ocean.
79. Favorite Place To Be Kissed: I have yet to find the answer for this. Wait till I'm legal.
80. Favourtie Day(s) Of The Week: I take each day as it comes. Cey step philosophical konon.
81. Who Is Least Likely To Send This Back: I didn't send this to anyone, so I don't think anyone will be sending this back.
82. Do You Love Someone Right Now: Whoever gives me money shall get my undivided love. Unless other people give me money.
83. Do You Care About Someone: Yes, if they deserve it.
84. Do You Think Of Someone Everyday: Yes. I miss my bangla.
85. Do You Dream About Someone In A Special way: Now this sounds sick.
86. Finishing Time: 4.25 PM

I took a bloody hour to finish a survey???

hardcore blogger

2005-06-15T05:59:00.000-07:00

Thanks to you all for tagging. The tagboard suddenly became untaggable for me. Aw Kinnie darling it's okay.. Maybe next time? And yes, you did miss quite a lot. But it's okay! It's okay it's okay it's okay. I don't know what is with me and repeating things three times but never mind.

Thanks to Tech from SprayTwoGeorge for tagging. Ahaha, the first time I heard of them was when I read their interview on NoJunks, and I remember thinking, Damn what a name lah! Lol.

Went cycling with Siti, Nas, Mas, Husna, Effa, Salmah and Aisyah at East Coast just now. I can still feel the bicycle seat up my ass. Haven't cycled in a long time, so cycling non-stop for slightly less than an hour can do bad things to your butt.

So I dragged myself out of bed at 7.30 in the morning.

Damn the rain. Was raining heavily when I reached AMK. We were deciding which bus to take blah blah and we finally reached the place, or somewhere around it, a year later. Walked a heck of a long way to East Coast from this bus stop in the middle of nowhere.

We saw a bus-driver doing his business in clear sight! And he took a damn long time lah! I could see the stream. Streaming high and in a clean yellow arc. Ooh, talk about graphic description.

As if I could see THAT clearly. Ha! Ha! But people who urine in public never fail to disgust me. Especially in wide open areas, even with trees around, I don't care. Just Don't. It is very irritating. You think the trees and grass like drinking your urine is it?? Ha??

Drink MY urine and die.

Also equally irritating are parents who let their kids urine in public.

Back to the topic on hand. East Coast, yes.

I wasn't planning on getting wet, but getting wet is inevitable when you go to the beach lah. Either you get wet and not have fun, or get wet and have fun. I am so gifted in foresight I didn't bring any extra clothes.

Avid doodlers went to work... on the sand! Me, Nas and Hus took sticks and doodled on the sand. It was all so clean and flat and unmarked. So we put our itchy hands to work. Did a couple of throwups. Heh.

Then we sat down and let the waves lap at our feet and legs and butts. So therapeutic!

Then Mas came and we went cycling! At first it was fun and all. Then the pain came. The pain! Buay tahan, but I tahan-ed all the same.

I don't understand how some people can bring themselves to wear bikinis to the beach. Minahs lah, to be specific. Sentosa is filled with them lah! I mean, it's perfectly fine if you look like Halle Berry in a bikini, but some of these girls look like a sad joke wearing bikinis. Really!

What a sad, sad sight.

Also, spotted some guys praying on the beach. Nothing wrong with that of course, but not when they pray in different directions! The first guy who prayed was so fast lah! Like pelesit like that. Then another two prayed, a while after him, and they prayed in a different direction.

Buat lawak kepe bang?

So improper. Bodoh bahlol samdol badigol.

I had better lost some weight doing all that cycling. But then again, I ate a Big Mac, so fat hope.

The prices there are ripping us off! I hate it! They are just exploiting the fact that there are not many shops there to buy from, so they make the prices so exorbitant. Too much man. A stick of ice-cream, usually 60 cents, a dollar there. A cone, 2 dollars. Ice kacang, 2.80.

Daylight robbery!!!

But the fish and chips not bad, 4 bucks. And it's nice. Save for the ex-convict who served us. Ooop, yellow ribbon, yellow ribbon.

Kidding. I don't know if he's an ex-convict or whatever, but he sure looked like one.

After that we went on a photo spree. Took extremely emo-tional pictures. So funny lah. BSB, jailbirds, runaways, singing in the rain, everything also have.

Attempted to tag on the bus, but was too sleepy. And the bus kept shaking violently.

Getting very sleepy.

But no! I realised I left something out from the post about Sunday, so I'll squeeze it in.

Do you all know who's Carla? That girl who acts in the serial "First Moms" as the pregnant teen.

Well, if you don't, I don't blame you.

She was there on Sunday with her boyfriend. Okay, so she was there. I even mentioned it to Nas lah, Oh isn't she that Carla girl? Slight excitement at the sight of someone slightly recognisable.

Then I walked past her and glanced at her. THEN she gave me that look. Yes, that head-to-toe-and-back look. Then she rolled her eyes and rubbed her boyfriend's stomach.

Oh no, she didn't!!!

But yeah, she did.

Who the heck does she think she is, Julia Roberts??? You think you so famous is it hah?

OOOh, nooo omigosh it's Carla from First Moms, I just love your acting it's so real and profound I think you're a true thespian! Can I kiss your feet?? Can I rub your boyfriend's stomach too? Can I? Please??? He is such a hunk I think I'm falling in love but of course he's yours I won't touch heeheehee

Please.

My grandfather's uncle's hamster can act better than you lah. And that cheena boyfriend of yours? Where did you get him? Some mountain high up in Mongolia? And what was he doing? Milking goats? And what's with the rubbing of the stomach? Is he pregnant?

Pffft.

Irritating bitch.

what a wonderful day

2005-06-12T22:09:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was crazy. It was so crazy I only got three and a half hours of sleep afterwards. And that's a definite first for me.

Me and Nas were happily oblivious the past few days, when Athena from SSF called me and asked if I had a team for the Grand Finals.

" Huh? Got Grand Finals ah? What team? Must form team ah? "

" I didn't know! Shit."

She was making a lot of frustrated noises, and in the end she said she would get back to me later. And she hung up. There I was, in a state of utter gabra-ness, and I called Nas to share my gabra-ness with her, and then we were both gabra.

Thank God for Dualflavas knowing Nas, if not we would be stranded without a team.

So on that fateful day, a Sunday, 12th june 2005, I set off to Nas' house to do some last-minute stencils and sketches, whatever we could do. Then we went off to meet Dualflavas.

Who were an hour and a half late! So much for 12 noon!

We got so bored we made cardboard DF bling. lol if you guys want pictures go to Nas' friendster profile. See what boredom can do to you! Sad.

We were told to find our own board to spray on. Yeah, the tribulations we had to go through. But the guys were really nice, they got a board for us, they carried it around for us. I think they stole it from some Bhangla nearby or something.

We had to finish a piece in 10 freaking minutes. I was so nervous I almost pissed in my pants onstage. Had a nasty experience with aerosol fumes though. Nas was frantically stencilling all over the place while I was doing the main lettering and I was filling in the letters when I went a little too close to the board.

We all know filling in letters takes a lot of paint at one go, so of course, the fumes come out plenty too. I inhaled everything, and then Nas had to do a stencil right on top of my head and sent fuschia fumes straight up my nose and into my eyes.

I almost went blind for a second but I concentrated on finishing the damn thing. Sadly, we didn't get to finish it!!!!! I was just going to do the keyline when the music stopped and we had to get offstage. Dang.

It was such a fucking rushed job. I think that was the worst one we've ever done. I know we couldn't do much in 10 minutes but I still felt like beating myself up afterwards, which I could have done, except that I felt so fumigated I felt like passing out.

I bet we looked so stupid lah.

But Dualflavas got third, so it wasn't too bad. Am proud to be part of the pham. We are going to be official members of Da Fam soon. Wow, exciting shit, first ever real hiphop family.

Then watched the performances for the closing ceremony. I loved all of them, except for the J-Pop one, the two singing sisters and the NJC dancers.

J-Pop. Enough said. Kawaii neh!! My arse.

The two singing sisters were not that bad actually, except that they sang some stupid pop song. They should have got Taufik to sing instead.

The NJC dancers were irritating me.

Oh, there was this singing trio too, who sang a "medley of pop songs". First song, I Swear by Boys2Men, which if I'm not wrong, is an RnB song?? Which I know, is totally different from pop?? The song which Sly slaughtered to unholy death and made it "I Suay" instead.

Ya Allah.

Then they started singing that, " I'm a big, big girl in a big,big world blah blah whatever else is big " song. Oh my god! What a joke lah!

Bonafide Vintage Flav'r, Parking Lot Pimp, Richard, Dualflavas were dope!

After the whole thing, we met.....................................

Denise Keller!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you have no idea who she is, eat your TV and die.

We were so excited and in awe, ALMOST on the brink of hysteria but not yet hysterical.

At first she walked past me and I caught a glimpse of her face, then I was like, " Eh? Eh? EH! "

And then all of a sudden she was all cheery and everything, she actually put her arm around me and said hi, asked how I was and all that.

She is just so pretty and nice and irrepressible.

Took a whole bunch of pictures when she asked all of us to gather and take a group shot. I was wondering who was taking the photos when there were these four or five photographers suddenly standing in front of us and taking pictures.

I was like Whoa.

Still basking in her celebrity aura. I bet we all looked like jelangkungs next to her.

There was free food and drinks. We met Denise Keller.

OOh I got my cash already! 125 smackeroos in cash! 115 now, because I owed Ain 10 bucks. Now to collect my Nippon Paint voucher from Trase, probably next week. I was thinking what the heck am I going to do with a Nippon Paint voucher??

But then, everything happens for a reason so I'll just see how things go for now. No harm in stocking up on spraypaint. Maybe we could indulge in the neon or metallic colours.

Or we could try exchanging it with Mrs Kamal for cash [ Nas' idea ].

But now after mulling over it, I really don't mind getting a Nippon Paint voucher. Besides, I made a vow to myself not to eat during recess from Term 3 onwards so I can save some money for myself. Could do me some good.

People say you should take things with a pinch of salt, but I say we should take things with a tank of laughing gas - Yours truly.

dadadda

2005-06-10T20:15:00.000-07:00

Are my posts really that funny? Hmmm.

Been chatting with my Australian day guest and we are getting along just fine. Wonder what he looks like though. Maybe he's one of those computer geeks with the white pallid skin and bottle glasses. I will lock him up in a cupboard somewhere and just leave him there.

Eh. That rhymes!

What if he turns out really really cute? Like.. like.. Jesse whats-his-surname! Oooh. Floppy hair, big eyes ooooh. I wouldn't mind having him around, definitely.

It's winter over there. How I wish one fateful day, Singapore would have a freak storm and suddenly, snow comes falling down from the sky.

Like fairy tale man!

I really have no idea what to blog about today.

Since we are on the topic of Australia and all that, let me reminisce about my Australian trip last year!

I didn't even pay for it. Yes, it did cause a war of sorts but I aim to relive the experience of being somewhere geographically far from Spore, not relive the bad moments so please, this is all in good nature okay?

And remind yourselves that there are people luckier than me who can afford to go to Australia anytime they want, so aim your vitrole at these people thank you very much.

The most memorable part of the trip was definitely the part when we went to Kangaroo Island. This island is either half the size of Spore or bigger, I can't remember. The ferry ride there is not like the pathetic pussy ferry rides to Sentosa, where the waves gently roll along, but the waves! The waves!

They just slam against the sides of the ferry and the ferry tilts at 45 degree angles to the left and right. I went and stood on deck, and almost pissed in my pants, because it was so cold, and scary! If you weren't holding tight onto something, you would be rolling around the deck and finally, flying off of it into the sea. Literally.

There was this guy who was puking incessantly into a trash can. I laughed at him. And laughed and laughed some more.

His friend was like, " Dude, that chick's laughing at you. "

Or something like that. I couldn't help laughing lah! His face was so greenish and it was so funny.

I never suffer from motion-sickness or sea-sickness so I can laugh lah.

The ferry ride lasted for I-don't-know how long, and at the end of it, my hands were frozen to the metal railings at the side. You know, like Dumb and Dumber, where the guy gets his tongue stuck to the metal ski thing?

Kangaroo Island was simply beautiful.

Seal Bay. This beach with white sand and blue waters and families of seals lying everywhere. Heck pink dolphins! There was this rock cove thing, with a rock arc over a rock pool, and there were seals lying in it. So beautiful!

This rock place. I forgot the name. Amazing Rock? I don't know. What is it with me and rocks, I don't know either. This is the highest point in Kangaroo Island I think, and the wind just pushes you! It's so strong, you can actually lean into the wind and not fall.

And yes, my mum chooses NOW to drag me to a wedding. More blogging... next time!

jeng jeng

2005-06-08T23:21:00.000-07:00

I just love love love this colour. I don't know why, but I love love love it anyway. I just got a job! Not a job kind of job, but a sit-down-and-do-your-thing kind of job. Not a fast-food restaurant kind of job, but a yes, I repeat, a sit-down-and-do-your-thing kind of job.

Thanks to my aunt, she got me a job designing things such as plates, vases, glasses whatever. So basically, they give me a blank plate/vase/glass/whatever and I draw on it! How fun is that? And I get to state my price.

Actually, it's not confirmed yet, but it's in negotiation. I hope I get it though. Then maybe I have an excuse not to to do my homework!

And I get extra money!

Do I hear a death threat?

Okay before I get real death threats, let me blog about YESTERDAY!

I'm sure most of you have read Sarah's latest blog entry. Which I am proud to say that I have a part in. If you haven't, go and read. I command you to. Actually I don't have to command you to because everybody loves reading Sarah's blog.

Anyway. Yesterday.

Went over to Sarah's house with the, I swear, utmost-intended intention to do Math, but not before baking some cookies and brownies. Take your pick, 40 Math questions which were forced upon you as holiday homework and which you understand absolute shit about, or cookies and brownies. And Dreyer's Rocky Road and Choc Cake ice-cream.

If you chose the former, you need help.

Wait. Did I say "holiday homework"? Now THAT is THE oxymoron of all time. It is such an oxymoron, people don't even realise it is one. How moronic is that? Pardon the pun. Hur hur. But then again, all teachers are morons anyway. For giving homework during the holidays.

So we lounged about watching MTV's Boiling Points before getting round to baking.

Chocolate is evil. I will not touch chocolate again for the rest of the month. After eating a plateful of brownie, cookies and ice-cream, I felt so... So... Uh, fat?

What an anti-climax right. I bet you were thinking that I was going to say orgasmic but I didn't! Ha! Ha! Ha!

But during the process of savouring it.. Oh my, it was simply ambrosial, I felt like I was in chocolate nirvana! It was simply sinful. I didn't have another plate because the damn thing filled me up to the gills.

As expected we didn't do a scrap of Math, but did the group post and went to compass point.

Sarah's sisters are so cute! They are so cute I forgot their names. But they are so CUTE lah! Especially the youngest one, she looks like she came straight from Cuteland to bring peace, joy and laughter to Earth.

She is so cute I want to eat her with ice-cream and chocolate sprinkles on top. Aaaaahhh!

You know I didn't mean that. The eating part, not the cute part.

I realised I haven't bitched about anything.

I recently read a comment from TNP about " S'pore's 'cut and rush' generation" by this person, Choo Khoon Hock.

He says that "many Singaporeans do not display a sense of fair play or basic decency."

"Teenage boys and girls hug, kiss and stroke each other unabashedly in public-in trains, buses, MRT stations and even on escalators."

"Sigh. When will some first-world behaviour arrive on our shores?"

In case this person hasn't realised, it is not only teens who engage in public displays of affection. People way past their teens, way past their young adulthood years, do it too! I have seen it with my very own eyes. And what's wrong with them hugging and kissing and stroking each other?

At least they're not fondling or humping each other in public right?

Maybe this person is frigid.

Or maybe instead of complaining, this person should tell every person he sees irritating him that they are irritating him or threaten to write to TNP. Followed with a prissy stare, then strut off.

He makes the situation in Singapore sound so bad lah!

Why don't you, Mr I'm So Disgusted By The Behaviour Here I Think I Will Write To A Tabloid About It Thinking That They Really Care When Actually They Just Want To Fill Up Space But I Will Still Write In Anyway Then I Will Fly My Prissy Ass To England And Live With The Queen.

Go! By all means!

Why doesn't he display some "first-world" behaviour instead of complaining? And if he says he already has, then what the heck are you talking about when you say that our shores have not been touched by first-world behaviour? Go to the beach and touch the sand please thank you very much.

My youngest brother is getting circumcised this Sunday. Wow how exciting. I wonder how it feels like, to have your dick butchered. Must be painful. I remember my previous two brothers' faces after they got circumcised.

I think they got close to crying.

HAHA!

It's so hilarious.

If there are any Muslim males reading this, I'm sorry! But it's just so funny I can't help it.

2005-06-07T02:23:00.000-07:00

I decided to make my font bigger so it's easier on the eyes. On my eyes, anyway. I have to, looking at the amount of time I spend everyday looking at the computer screen. It is the holidays after all.

Homework? Uhhhh.. What? What homework? Am I talking about the chemistry worksheets, 19 pages in all? Oh wait, maybe it's the math worksheets. Don't forget the 5 malay compos!

And God knows what else.

I commend the grandparent who wrote in to TNP to bring up the lack of holiday spirit in teachers. She was complaining about how her grandson has such a packed schedule and tons of homework. What a sweetie!

Had an ex-co meeting in school just now. It was, proud to say, rather productive, which is uncommon. Me and Ain finally got the T-shirt design to the company. It was supposed to be in, what, since February??

Found out who my Aussie guest is. Her name's Melanie Hawkins. Nice ah? And she's into drama, singing and dancing. I hope it's not ballet, I know nuts about ballet. Eh, but then again, it doesn't hurt to learn something new what.

Wondering how I am supposed to walk to school in the morning. My boyfriend on one side, Melanie on the other. Hmmm.

My day guest is a guy named Chris. Basically Melanie will be staying with me but I'll be walking around school with Chris. And they are both seventeen.

I don't know why but I feel like bringing them to the zoo. Haha!

I haven't been to the zoo in a long time okay! I remember how I used to hate going to the zoo during primary school because we used to go there on a monthly basis to have lessons. Have lessons!! And here I am wanting to go.

I realised I haven't blogged about the movies I've seen.

The first one was The Amityville Horror. This is one heck of a freaky movie. Watched it over at Shikin's house. While dying my hair. And pigging out. Anyway, yes, back to the movie.

It opens with a recount on how the house got haunted. Basically this guy goes psycho and kills every single one of his family members. The cinematography during this part was kind of headache-inducing, and it gave a news-at-ten feel. Confusing actually.

The movie is not that gory, but focuses more on the ghosts, with sudden shocks here and there. There is this [extremely realistic] sex scene where the couple is grinding against each other and the guy suddenly sees kids hanging down from the ceiling. Freaky!!!

The movie left me vaguely disturbed, I don't know why.

Another scene was when this babysitter [looks more like a hooker] got herself trapped in the closet and the ghost of Jodie Defeo appeared, grabbed her finger and stuck it in a bullethole in her head! I confess, I didn't see that part because I was facing the other way so that Nas could put the dye on my hair. Really!

I didn't get the Indian slaves being tortured thing. What the heck did that have to do with the guy going psycho? And Indian slaves?? Why not Chinese slaves? Why not Thai slaves?

I wouldn't say this is a must-watch, but if you like a good scare, AND if you are 16 and above, go!!! Watch!!

The other movie I watched is Madagascar. Even though I don't like cartoons, I still went and watched, because Nas persuaded me to watch.

Welll... nothing to scream about, forgettable storyline but amazingly funny! The characters are so endearing! I love the penguins they are so adorable. I love the zebra he is so cute! And he is voiced by Chris Rock so you get the black-guy humour, which I find funnier than anything else.

This is a movie to watch with friends, if you feel stressed, or just need a dose of cuteness from a source other than Kids Central.

Speaking of Kids Central, I find it bloody irritating. I find the child actors or "celebrities" as they like to refer them as fake and act-cute.

But being a horror movie fan, I say The Amityville Horror is better.

I realise I sound very happy. In truth, I've been depressed since Saturday. I'm sorry if I make YOU feel depressed because you really shouldn't. Be happy, because whatever problems you are having now, be it the amount of homework you owe teachers, the amount of money you owe people, the amount of fat you have on your body, whatever, it's not as bad as it seems.

And I know it's not known for me to get depressed. I never seem to, right?

And in case you're wondering, no I am NOT suicidal. I'm not that stupid okay. Neither am I pregnant.

It's not the angsty depressed. It's not the psycho depressed. It's just... very sad depressed? I don't know. Just this feeling of sadness brought upon by helplessness and empathy. Being affected by another person's pain can really mess up your mind.

It also blocks creativity and efficiency! I find myself getting all confused and simply not having the strength to do things. Just when I find myself a nice new sketchbook. Okay, so it's not really a sketchbook but it's a Guinness World Record 1990 book, except that the pages are blank. It's hard-cover, really think and has magazine paper pages. Cool ah?

BUT it is damn heavy! Cannot bring to school. Too bad lah. Maybe after I've filled up a quarter of it then I'll bring it to school.

Sigh.

oh my god

2005-06-05T20:09:00.000-07:00

Oh My God.

And we didn't even think we would get anywhere near third!

We did not get third, but we got second! Unbelievable. Is this some surreal shit or what?

Okay, so yesterday morning, I read athena's sms and found out we had to report at NYC at 1. I thought there was extra paint left over or something and she wanted us to bring them home. Something like that.

So we went, and being the only girls, we sat somewhere in a corner, near the construction site. We waited for about half an hour, started to get bored, then this guy went up on stage, said a few things. We thought it was a rehearsal or something.

Then this guy went up, and I heard "third prize" which was what we were counting on winning so we thought all hope was lost. Then Spray/Two George went up for what we thought was the second prize. The damn construction lah! Couldn't hear a single thing the guy was saying.

Then Newa, who was sitting across from me, started pointing at us and then to the stage, and then I heard "Aerosoul SG" and everything started to get really confusing. I went up the stage, all gabra and everything, and asking " What did we win? What did we win???"

Trase was like, " Second prize you morons."

Okay so he didn't really say that but I bet that was what he was thinking anyway.

I was so dazed I forgot to shake Elim Chew's hand, and was I supposed to shake Trase's hand too? I don't know. I'm so sorry!

Then we went down, back to our seats.

I was grinning like some spastic fool and my hand was shaking and I felt like crying and slapping myself because it felt so UNREAL.

I don't deserve this, I really don't.

What is this man??? Two fifteen-year-olds, girls some more, won second prize?? What the shit????

I'm still in shock.

We got interviewed by CNA after that. I didn't know what was coming out of my mouth. Was saying some crap about why it is such a big deal for girls to graff and things like that.

But then again, thinking back, why is it such a big deal anyway?

It shouldn't be our gender that's helping us make it big, it should be all about the art. I don't want to be a novelty, I want to be a staple. So fine, it's a big hooha over the girls because they are the only girls taking part blah blah but when everything settles down, people still look at our art.

I don't care if I'm a girl doing graffiti, I can be lesbian and still do graffiti, it doesn't matter!

Not that it's a bad thing to be a girl, NO it's never a bad thing to be a girl.

Anyway.

Indulged in retail therapy to calm myself down. Bought myself a playboy wallet! Actually payed a deposit of 5 bucks first, and I'm collecting it next sunday. Next sunday we'll be getting our prize at the arts fest closing ceremony. Then bought myself a plain white hp strap.

I love shopping.

In spite of all the happiness....

I got an sms that brought me crashing straight down to Earth. It's so ironic, that a day can be filled with both joy and misery. I was so happy, then I was still happy, but sad too.

I guess God wanted me not to be too happy.

It's just so sad lah. Spent the night crying myself to sleep.

If you are wondering what the hell is wrong with me, it's nothing. Really. Actually, it is something, but I can't tell anyone, not even my closest friends. So please don't bother asking. I'm sorry for keeping secrets, but you will know when the time comes.

Sometimes I feel so old, because things like these are happening in my life. Then I feel so young and helpless, because I can't do anything to change the situation.

I better stop before I start crying again.

2005-06-04T16:44:00.000-07:00

Man, I haven't blogged for ages.

Street Fest was such a disappointment. Why? There we were, the only two 15 year old females taking part in our first ever graffiti competition alongside 20 year old males, professional some more, slogging our asses off, and did even one person bother to come down and support us?

I know you might be thinking who the hell does this girl think we are, her asswipe? Does she think we are all her father's slaves therefore she has the right to make us come all the way down to YP and support her in some stupid graffiti competition which I bet she is going to lose anyway? Is wishing her good luck not enough? Does she want us to wear cheerleader costumes and carry pink pompoms and dress someone up as a mascot JUST to support her?

The thing is, we needed the support.

Nas was saying it was so sad because the other teams had supporters coming in droves while we were our own supporters.

Yes, we really, truly, needed it. And, no, I am not trying to portray myself as a pathetic loser and blame the non-existent supporters for my lack of self-confidence. Neither am I out to make you feel guilty, which I bet you're not.

Furthermore, we needed to finish the whole thing on that day itself, so the pressure was daunting. We found that out yesterday right before we started work.

Whatever okay, I know you all have your perfectly reasonable reasons and it was my fault that I didn't say I had to finish it by yesterday [ maybe it's because I didn't know either] so.. ah whatever lah! My fault, my fault, my fault. I am so narcissistic, even in blame. Of course you would agree.

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Other than that it was great! We got ourselves too engrossed in our work to really care. And we got so engrossed we didn't eat for six hours. Eh, more than that actually. Eight hours. Of course I felt hungry but I just pushed on until the hunger pangs disappeared, only to come back fiercer than ever, but again, I pushed myself.

There were so many people taking photos of us! Is this what it feels like to be a celebrity? Ha. Ha. Ha. There was this guy who asked me where I was from, and in a state of daze and hunger and confusion, I said Anderson Secondary. Then I went, " But we are NOT representing the school!" I said that twice and he was like, " Okay, okay, I heard you the first time."

The team from RI was done by four. So fast! But their work, what a joke. They themselves were a joke lah. They didn't even have to register to join the competition. I felt like going up to them and slapping each of their rich, pampered, spoon-fed, fucking faces. AND they appeared in TNP. I bet that piece of work that was featured is 60% Trase's work.

Enough of the spite.

Trase was so funnily sweet, he was giving out tissue packets by the dozen and newater. And he was laughing alot. Must be one happy man.

Ah yes, must ask him for criticism.

I had to get a stomachache at around 6 plus. It was so bad, I couldn't even stand properly. What is it with my stomach nowadays? Whenever I eat a full meal, I get a stomachache. When I don't eat for hours, it's perfectly fine. And I get nasty ones, not the dull throbbing ache ones, but the stabbing with a chopper ones.

One thing I've learned: I can always depend on my family.

I thought I'd never say this but, I'm glad I have my family for a family. They came down at around 6.30 with BK takeaway and my dad was clearing up all the rubbish around our area, arranging our spraycans. My mum was giving much-needed feedback. I was just so glad they came.

They didn't only come, but they stayed till we finished, helped us pack up and sent Nas home. So we didn't have to lug home all the leftover spraycans by ourselves.

I vow to be nicer to my family from now onwards.

Well, yesterday served as a valuable learning experience, being my first and biggest competition. I've learnt that I still have a long way to go, and taking part in this was just one step, albeit a very big one. I've learnt to depend on myself, not others. I've grown stronger a little, physically and mentally. I guess that's a must, for carrying all the spraycans around.

It's no joke man, carrying four boxes within which has six spraycans each at one time. It's also no joke to spray continuously for eight hours straight. All that on a fifteen year old girl, definitely not a joke. However much I profess to loving the smell of spraypaint, the fumes will eventually get to you, and I swear at one point, when the sun was shining directly on me, I felt so dizzy I could faint. At the end of it all, I could bloody taste the paint.

But that changes nothing. I am still loving it. Risks included.

I feel a new sense of direction coming on. I need a new sketchbook! And not the kiddish ring sketchbooks I've been using, but the proper book-like ones. They look more sophisticated, especially if it's black and hard-cover. Except that I have no idea where to get one. ArtFriend maybe? Did I mention that my old sketchbook has curry sauce all over it? Don't ask.

One thing I've observed about Street Fest. It is an opportunity for ang moh teens to ACT COOL. Some of them anyway. It is so irritating. Is it not enough that they are taking up space in Singapore, getting all that expat pay? Oh no of course not they have to let their kids run around acting like they're street royalty. My ARSE.

They always seem to think that they are a cut above Singapore kids just because they are foreign. Foreign does not equal exotic or fascinating! We are not obligated to worship you! And we are just as modern and cutting-edge because we do not live in attap huts and plough paddy fields anymore!

I've always thought that ang mohs look so lost in Singapore. Maybe it's because they look so flushed and sweaty all the time because of the heat. Then why don't you go back to America or wherever you came from??

I am not against ALL ang mohs. I DO believe that there are some truly nice ones around. There has to be.

Maybe I analyze things too much. I do, you know. I analyze commercials, people's intentions, whatever. There's nothing I can't analyze. For example, I was analyzing this OXY ad in the train. You know the ad with the guy with a pimple? And he's squeezing it with a vice clamp?

Below the picture of him there's this slogan and it says," When you've tried everything else."

Why would you want to wait to try everything else before you try Oxy? And which stupid ass would go squeezing his face with a fucking vice clamp?? Obviously if Oxy was so good, everyone would be clamouring to use Oxy, before they try anything else. What if they didn't know about Oxy? Again I stress, if Oxy was so good, everyone would know about it, be it through adverts, word-of-mouth etc.

And don't they know it's bad to squeeze a pimple? I mean, they should know because they are a pimple cream company after all.

Yes, I think I do over-analyze.

2005-05-31T01:02:00.000-07:00

I am so bored i can just cry.

And it's only the second day of holidays. And the fact that I was heralding the coming of holidays makes it all the more painful. Yes, being bored hurts. I hate people who have gone on, are on, and will be going on holidays because you are so LUCKY. Be thankful.

I have been reduced to baking chocolate chip cookies to relieve the boredom. Eh, but that's a good thing what! My cookies not bad you know! Next week I'm making brownies. Ooooh with a layer of nutella on the top then served with vanilla ice-cream.

I am so tempted to do one of those survey thingers people put on their blogs but, nope, I will resist. Who the heck wants to know what underwear I'm wearing or what I'm thinking when I wake up?

Cannot wait for the graff competition. So excited larh! Who wouldn't be right? Right? Riiiiggghhhht???

Cannot wait to dye my hair too. Me and ain bought this DIY kit in violet brown. The colour is so nice! It's brown, with purple undertones. Ain wants to do her whole head. I'm just doing streaks.

Eh, time passing very slow leh. Last time I looked at the clock it was 4.00. Now, it's only 4.10! Maybe I should just go and sleep.

2005-05-30T05:06:00.000-07:00

I woke up at 8.30 this morning because of an ex-co meeting. It was supposed to be at 10 but everybody seemed late so it started like half an hour later. Me and dinah were the first ones to come okay! We met azizi in the library. He was playing internet games which were... juvenile, to say the least. But he's still funny all the same. Whatever he does, he's still funny. Ok, ok enough.

The meeting was supposed to be in the resource/conference/meeting/whatever room but there was this group of students in it. So we were standing at the entrance right, and suddenly they were all like, " Oh, did you book the room? Did you book the room?" Why? Is it your father's library? Did YOU fucking book the room? I don't think so!

Oh i forgot! It's your grandfather's uncle's hamster's library so NO, it is perfectly alright for you to use the room without booking and then refuse to let people who have much more need to use the room bloody USE it, and what's more, ask incessant questions some more. Shit my sentences are becoming longer and longer. Must cut down.

But then, in the face of utter stupidity, one does get caught up in it too.

After the meeting accompanied ain to go make her ic. Being the procrastinator that she is, she left it to the very last day. Ate at magic wok in novena square before that. The fried chicken kway teow there is so nice. I can eat it seven days straight every week and still not get sick of it.

Wanted to get some gelato but... due to unstable financial conditions, decided not to. The gelato there is relatively cheap at 2.80 for regular. And you can get two flavours! And it's fat-free! [not entirely but 90++%, way better than ice-cream]

Maybe it was just our luck that day, but we ran into some rather detestable characters just now. First was this group of girls... with moustaches! You know how sometimes facial hair can get the better of you and you get this slight moustache on your upper lip? I'm talking to the girls obviously. What do you do? When it gets unruly [read:bush city], you shave duh! Or depilate! Or something!

But these girls. Not only do they have moustaches... eh wait, not that i have anything against girls with moustaches because most of them haven't found fault with me, i just happened to have a run-in with this extremely unpleasant group of girls who just happen to be moustached.

Anyway.

Not only do they have moustaches, they think they are so pretty! They are Chinese, but act like they are Japanese. They were wearing that typical Jap-style, with tight jeans, colourful cardigans, closed-toe flats and whatnot. And they were so.. so.. act pretty! Step jambu! Buay tahan man.

They were staring at me like I'm getting on their tits when I swear I did not do anything to provoke them whatsoever. I know you are just so jealous that I don't have such an obvious moustache and you do but come on, you don't have to make it so obvious! These people should really learn how to mask their envy a little. But then again, at least they acknowledge my moustache-less-ness.

Okay, seriously. You think I so scared hah stare at me? Kanina go and die ah.

Then the one queuing to take photo took hers and they went off. I thought, okay fine, end of story, no more irritating Jap posers. But no, they came back! To do what? Snigger at ain having her photo taken! At first ain saw them coming back, so she said, "Omg they're back." And they heard apparently, so they mimicked her,"Omg they're baaaack."

Obviously they couldn't think of a comeback so they had to resort to mimicking people's lines. How pathetic. Too bad we didn't take a picture of you or I will really give you a cyber-thrashing. Fucking Jap sluts. Fucking Jap sluts with moustaches! Go hide in a corner and comb your moustache!

They were fucking sniggering while ain had her photo taken lah! What's your problem? And they were short too. While they were sniggering and giggling one of them gave me that head to toe glance and man, I just felt like grabbing the nearby dustbin and shoving it up her Jap poser ass.

Then they finally left us in peace. They obviously are so fascinated with the process of making and paying for an ic that all of them were crowding at the counter. They were practically scrambling onto the counter lah! Imagine them actually getting the ic itself. They'd probably be jumping onto the school's office counter and screaming for joy at actually having touched an ic.

Irritating like fuck.

Then there was this girl who was with her ang moh boyfriend. Not that I'm jealous that she has an ang moh boyfriend, I'm quite happy with my Bangladeshi one. Her boyfriend is not even cute! Why was she getting on my nerves then? Because she was acting cute in front of her boyfriend! It is one thing acting cute in front of general public, but it is another thing acting cute in front of your guy! Why would you even want to act in front of him??

There she was making doe-eyed faces at him and striking different coy positions and sticking her tongue out at him. It's so bloody act cute I can't stand it. I don't know, maybe having a girlfriend who acts cute turns him on, but if I do that to my guy he'll probably think I've turned psycho or something.

What an experience. It was all irritating, but kind of funny at the same time.

I've noticed that Malay youths are getting more corrupted than ever. We took the train from Lavender to city hall and there was this whole group of civil defence guys with this small group of three guys and two girls. They look like they're only 20, but the level of corruption they're in... It's so bad. They stank of cigarette smoke and they all had numerous tattoos. There was a couple in the group, and knowing these kind of people, they've obviously done it before lah.

It was just so bad me and ain were reeling from the shock. I'm not saying we are angles or anything, but seriously. Just go to orchard road and I bet there are these people everywhere. Sad thing is, most of them are malay.

I swear I will never, ever, become anything like one of these girls because I know my mum didn't give birth to me to commit a slow suicide by chain-smoking, tattooing myself, engaging in pre-marital sex and basically being a polar opposite of what my mum raised me to be.

Ah. So sad.

Okay, enough blogging already.

2005-05-28T19:10:00.000-07:00

for those who don't know, me and nas got in the street fest graff competition! we went to nyc [national youth council, NOT new york city] for a briefing on wednesday night. yeah, late night out in orchard on a school night! too cool to be true lah. the turnout was... scary? i duno. everyone seemed so grownup [mainly because there was cigarette smoke everywhere] and good thing i had my adidas sweater over my pinafore.

if not, i'd feel so small. seriously.

anyway found out we were handpicked, among seven others out of all the entries, which could have been what, 10 only, but i refuse to believe that! oooh feeling so excited! i bet all the others are male, if they are...

calling all feminists!!! come and support us if you believe in your gender!!! homos are welcome too.

the competition was supposed to be on the 28th, but was pushed back to 4th june, which is a saturday. so PLEASE come down and support us. because we need it desperately. come in the afternoon.

kkkkkkk?

lol.

anyway, i think term 2 hasn't had any real impact on me. i can't believe it's over already. and now it's june. last day of school was sports carnival. boring as usual, because i don't participate at all. duh. they should have invited mr.ari as g.o.h or something. who the heck wants to hear potassium hydroxide speak on the last day of school? and parents, okay fine, a certain parent, giving out medals like she saved the school from a fire or something, to have such an honour??

she touched my boyfriend. i hope he disinfected.

i didn't know he could run so fast. must be steroids. either that, or he's not human.

was so bored i started speaking in my thai accent. conversed with faris about cucumbers and taugeh? oh! tomyam with taugeh and cucumbers. yeah. cracked people up. i didn't know the thai accent could be so hilarious.

i don't know why, but i ended the day with a very heavy heart.

had a theatre trip the next day. went to watch ristorante immortale,a german production, at esplanade. it was part of the whole flipside thing going on over there, and the play was definitely something different from what we've been watching.

it was a wordless movement and mask piece. it was really funny lah. went out with ain and husna before and after that.

we were wondering why the male species is so fixated on...physicality? as in, they place so much emphasis on the physical aspect of a relationship, and at times, ALL emphasis is placed. not all of them, some are blessed with an ability to control their urges, but the rest?

thinking with their dicks. tsk. is it the testosterone? can somebody enlighten me? maybe it's just forces of nature. ah i duno lah.

no mood to blog anymore.

2005-05-23T05:36:00.000-07:00

here i go, blogging again. but you know you love reading my posts. yes, you doooo!

yeay im turning psycho! strap me up and send me to katmandu in a wooden crate! now! i'll probably drool so much the crate will dissolve in my enzymes. then i'll turn spasmic and the people in katmandu will be so scared to open my crate up they'll poke it with their spears first. can you imagine the scene? LOL.

oh gosh. i duno what came over me. sorry. don't be scared off yet!

went to the new paper big walk yesterday, which was rather pointless actually. i walked 2km, then me and my mum gave up and sat down somewhere while my dad continued and finished the whole 10km. i think he's trying to lose weight. desperately. or he's trying to get some! if you know what i mean.

the goodie bag was boring, save for two sachets of cafe nova instant coffee and chapstick! i love chapstick! the ones we got smells like the body shop's shea butter lip balm. i got six tubes now, because my whole family gave theirs to me. and im not sharing! nuh-uh.

i was thinking about how dumb archie comics are. you know, archie with his bunch of friends living in riverdale, going to riverdale high blah blah. im sure everyone has at least read one issue in his or her life. if you haven't, i duno what to say. i like archie comics, but i realised that archie comics are nothing but inane bathroom reads.

when you try to analyze archie comics, everything falls apart. nothing makes sense! why are betty and veronica fighting over archie, of all guys? and why do they let archie take each other out? is this some sick polygamy thing?

what the hell?

i was publishing my post and i lost it. managed to recover that much. argh this is so annoying!!!!!

let me continue. whatever i remember anyway.

was reading qid's blog. i didn't know you went to the big walk too! wahahaha. difference is, you walked the whole 10 km man.

my family has been going to the big walk ever since i was born, and we haven't missed a year since. duno if that's something to be proud of, but hey, i did appear in the new paper once because of the big walk. i was only a coupla years old, but my parents still keep the article, only they don't know where. i will make them find it so i can show you guys. lol.

i can't believe there's only one more week of school. then it's the holidays! i love love love holidays! not the one-day only ones because i know it'll end very soon but one-month ones are pure bliss. i LOVE holidays.

ive got an extra consent form stashed away so going out won't be much of a problem. the wonders correction liquid, a few scribbles here and there and a photostatting machine can do. heheh.

its so hilarious. so far ive heard three girls claiming to be my boyfriend's girlfriend. ive been wanting to blog about this but i keep forgetting, so it might not be that current, but still, it happened. and all three of them are in sec 1! my, the audacity.

not that i know why, but does my boyfriend look like a paedophile to you? a construction worker maybe, but definitely not a paedophile.

ooh he's gona kill me for writing that.

so what if he looks like a construction worker? he's still my boyfriend and i still love him. =) for real. if he ever gets horny he always has me.

LOL there i go, whoring myself again. syafiqin SHUT UP!

okay enough blogging for today. hahah.

llalalala

2005-05-23T04:28:00.000-07:00

here i go, blogging again. but you know you love reading my posts. yes, you doooo!

yeay im turning psycho! strap me up and send me to katmandu in a wooden crate! now! i'll probably drool so much the crate will dissolve in my enzymes. then i'll turn spasmic and the people in katmandu will be so scared to open my crate up they'll poke it with their spears first. can you imagine the scene? LOL.

oh gosh. i duno what came over me. sorry. don't be scared off yet!

went to the new paper big walk yesterday, which was rather pointless actually. i walked 2km, then me and my mum gave up and sat down somewhere while my dad continued and finished the whole 10km. i think he's trying to lose weight. desperately. or he's trying to get some! if you know what i mean.

the goodie bag was boring, save for two sachets of cafe nova instant coffee and chapstick! i love chapstick! the ones we got smells like the body shop's shea butter lip balm. i got six tubes now, because my whole family gave theirs to me. and im not sharing! nuh-uh.

i was thinking about how dumb archie comics are. you know, archie with his bunch of friends living in riverdale, going to riverdale high blah blah. im sure everyone has at least read one issue in his or her life. if you haven't, i duno what to say. i like archie comics, but i realised that archie comics are nothing but inane bathroom reads.

when you try to analyze archie comics, everything falls apart. nothing makes sense! why are betty and veronica fighting over archie, of all guys? and why do they let archie take each other out? is this some sick polygamy thing? and what kind of a name is archie anyway? its also amazing how they can stay such good friends after having such intense rifts over a red-headed, freckled guy.

also, betty and veronica are stereotyped in such a, well, stereotyped way! betty is the nice, all-American pretty blonde while veronica is the bitchy, rich but beautiful brunette. does she have a mother by the way? because i've only ever seen her father. hmm.

the comics always show betty being the victimized one, with archie leaving her for veronica every few days or whatever. and there's always a prom or dance every week.

after reading this, i suggest you don't think about things too much and do not analyze the comic too much either. because you might just be turned off archie comics for life. besides, even though its dumb, who doesnt like archie comics huh?

just read qid's blog. i didn't know you went to big walk too! wahahaha. i thought i was the only unlucky soul whose parents make me wake up at 4.30 to go to the stadium which was teeming with people. i bet 80% of them went for the goodie bags. all the family bonding crap is bullshit.

my family has been going to the big walk ever since i was born and we haven't missed a year since. i don't know if that's something to be proud of. BUT i appeared in the new paper once because of the big walk! i must have been only a couple of years then. my mum says she keeps the article but she cant remember where. i'll make her find it, then i'll bring it to school and show you guys! lol.

i can't believe there's only one more week of school. then its the june hols!!! wheeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just love love love holidays. loooong ones. not one-day ones because i know it'll end really soon, but one-month ones are pure bliss. PLUS i've got an extra consent form stashed away. heheh. wonders what correction tape, a few scribbles here and there and a photostatting machine can do. lovely eh?

its so hilarious. suddenly i find out there are three girls claiming to be my boyfriend's girlfriend. waddehell? i wanted to blog about this but i keep forgetting so it might not be very current, but still, it happened. all three of them are in sec 1! their audacity amazes me.

i mean, not that i see why he attracts sec 1 girls like flies, but does he look like a paedophile to you? he may look like a construction worker, but definitely not a paedophile.

he's going to kill me for writing that. he might look like a construction worker, but he's still my guy and i still love him. =) for real.

nothing against sec 1 girls ahhh.. just that a certain few have rubbed me off the wrong way.

okay, enough blogging for today.

untitled

2005-05-19T23:49:00.000-07:00

everything's okay now. im feeling much better, hope he is too. depressed no more! but again it doesn't change anything, except maybe you all don't have to deal with a grumpy bitch around.

otak mati.

isn't that such a nice phrase? it means brain-dead.

oh. another thing that annoys me.

freaks! mentally unstable. insane. siao. giler nak mampos. this includes sex-maniacs too. they shouldn't let these people out in the open, especially in schools. i mean, they have woodbridge right, so they should have a juvenile mental institution or something for all the psychos under 16.

seriously.

im sure those avid readers of my blog remember my post about a certain person throwing chairs around in class because he was angry with us. either you read it here or you heard me broadcasting it to the world some day or other.

well, he is irritating me to no end. he is so irritating i just want to take a chair and ram it up his anus. not only is he psycho, he thinks he's clever too! so the freak has an ego! of course he has one stupid he's a guy. but that's another story.

anyway he keeps answering questions in class and pointing the teachers' mistakes out in class. what's with the whole precocious act?? not only is he neurotic, he is attention-seeking! now what can be worse than an attention-seeking freak?

an attention-seeking freak with a penchant for violence.

the other day i caught him executing a flying kick at the class door. the poor innocent door! what did it ever do to him? huh.

moving on!

everyone! visit this!

http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=18243289

funny like fuck man. syn yeow's friendster account.

some people are so spastic it's not funny.

i have no idea what else to blog on so. yah.

i can damn well blog man

2005-05-19T05:03:00.000-07:00

the pain is killing me!

yes, that dreaded shoulder ache is back with a vengeance. not only is it striking in my left shoulder, it has shifted base to the top of my spine and spreading out to both shoulders. so im practically half-paralyzed now. typing at the speed of potassium hydroxide's IQ growth. she is so irritating, gets on my tits all the time, stupid old woman.

was sort of depressed in school just now. i must have scared siti, the poor girl. sorry lah! had no idea what took over me. sometimes you all should reflect, because consider yourselves lucky. nothing much to worry about, maybe exams at the most. i don't know if i should be thankful for having this experience.

does it make me more mature? does it make me more able to handle situations in the near future? does it help me cope with life and death, and maybe what's after that? does it help me cope with reality? it's like i'm in some fucking fairy tale. it's so real, it's UNreal. and it's so sad, it hurts like fuck.

maybe this is what's causing my shoulder ache. hmm.

no, im not breaking up with him. and no, im not pregnant either. i'd actually rather much be pregnant than to go through this shit.

apologies to mas, faris and g for having to put up with me just now. thanks for your concern anyway. thanks to siti for being there. thanks to azizi for making me laugh. i swear, he is the funniest ass on earth. well, they sure helped, but it doesn't change anything.

kinder bueno and good music helps alot. saved me from turning psychotic after wallowing in my own misery. im being so selfish. im making people worried. this should only be between the two of us. but just now, it just changed everything. things are so much more different. because under all the happiness im just so sad it's breaking my heart.

siak ah berjiwang sial aku.

k lah. that's all. night.

wow

2005-05-12T05:34:00.000-07:00

i am so proud of myself. i managed to get a TWO-digit number for an a.math test! ignore the fact that its the least i can get for a two-digit number and i still fail a.math because that's not the point. i have made an accomplishment!

two-digit numbers rock.

i passed history too! wow. albeit by one mark, but again, that is not the point. i'm long past the point in my life where i can ever hope of going up on stage to receive a prize for being best in something or being in the top three. that was in primary school. then i passed that point in my life where i could ever pass maths. that was in lower sec.

now, all i can hope for is to scrape a pass for almost all of my subjects.

not that i've reached that but i seriously find learning all these things pointless.

oh no not THAT again syafz. i could go on forever about the monstrosities of the education system in spore but i'll restrain myself.

i just realised they don't play the advert with sly grinning like a freak in it anymore. that's a cause for celebration.

was reminded of it cos i just saw this health promotions board advert with this cute guy with really white teeth. hahah.

i hate ants. i hate them so much. why? because they are ridiculously ubiquitous in my room. it is so annoying to have ants crawling on your desk when you're concentrating on something. in fact, i hate them so much i will make myself kill every ant that comes along.

let me make a list of stuff that annoy me.

1) ants. reasons explained.

2) primary school kids on the bus.

i'll tell you why. if you're in primary school and you're reading this, DO NOT TAG or i will hunt you down and KILL you. okay for those not in primary school, take the mrt to admiralty so you reach there at about 6.30 in the evening. then take the 912 bus all the way to my house, which is about 7 stops after woodlands bus interchange. you'll know why.

if you can't be bothered, fine i'll tell you. the bus will be literally packed to the brim with uncivilised primary school kids who treat the bus like it's their father's bus so they can just swing, run and jump about the place like it's a fucking playground.

they put their bags, usually the size and smell of an elephant's shitpile on an empty seat then proceed to run to and fro the bus screaming like maniacs. i swear this is all true. not only is it irritating, they are depriving normal people like us of a seat!!!!

of course there are the exceptions. they'll sit down meekly and stare out the window. i thank their mothers for giving birth to them.

3) anything being taken out of the fridge and not being put back.

especially margarine. my stupid bros will take it out for breakfast and leave it outside to turn all goopy and attracting ants. cue me entering the kitchen, killing all the ants and keep the damn margarine in the damn fridge.

4) movie ratings. especially NC-16.

you know the stupid ad that goes "Now there's more choices for everyone!"

WHAT THE SHIT IS WRONG WITH THEM??? not only are they contradicting themselves, they are WRONG. wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. it is really painful to be 15 when you want to watch a movie. all the good ones are NC-16! what the hell?

obviously we've seen worse shit then whatever they're screening.

5) girls who think they are the only ones in the entire universe with boyfriends.

i have three words. GO TO HELL. these are the girls who cling shamelessly to thei boyfriends and look at you with that "haha-ive-got-a-guy-and-you-don't" look. followed by further fondling and kissing and whoring.

i've experienced this several times, usually in the mrt. there was this instance when two jc students stood in front of me. the girl was not pretty. the guy was fugly. AND he had a dead leaf stuck in his hair. i SWEAR.

then the girl looked at me and smirked to herself. eh kanina go fuck yourself lah stupid bitch. you think you're the only one with a boyfriend is it hah?? i have one too and he's a million times better than yours stupid! he doesn't have dead leaves stuck in his HAIR!!! HAHAHAHAHA.

6) old people who act young.

these old people [usually women] go out in tight clothes with a pancake of makeup on their faces. now if they would just act their age. please! save us all from having recurring nightmares for weeks!

a fine example is our very own vice-principal.i can't say who for i might be charged with plagiarism, but obviously we all know who right. just the sight of her grates my nerves. i feel like slapping her wrinkly crater-like face which she tries to make less horrendous by slapping makeup on. give up honey, not even a bucketful of botox fluid can save that butt of a face.

ok enough of irritating scum.

there's the classiest malay wedding being held at the multi-purpose shelter beside my block. think malay weddings and you probably get this: gaudy decor in bright yellow or green or red, oily food, grumpy kendarats in UGLY uniform baju kurungs, and loud dangdut music blaring from speakers.

but THIS wedding. this wedding is something else.

they have white and maroon satin tablecloths, orange tealights and lilies as centerpieces. white canopies are strung above the tables and vines dangle from the ceiling beams. mist fans are strategically positioned. there's a platform at the front for tarian performances and the pelamin. the kendarats get to wear the nicest pink satin kebayas.

the food is not your average wedding fare. there's thai alongside malay food, and there's a vegan selection too. there's even a dessert table with a fruit cocktail bowl and an array of cakes and pastries. oh my god. the thing is, i wasn't invited so i could only appreciate from afar. damn.

ok enough blogging for today. tata!

oh my gawd

2005-05-06T04:41:00.000-07:00

oh my GAWD how LONG has it been since i went online??? since i updated?? my poor blog. it must have felt so desolate.

common tests are over! there is a light at the end of the tunnel : i got 17/25 for pure literature. the rest of the subjects can go fuck themselves. especially a.maths.

oh man a.maths. im turned off maths for sure this time. i thought i'd give it a chance but after the murderer of a paper we got just now... it really sucked lah. i didn't know whether to laugh or to cry after faggotay collected our papers. actually, 10 minutes before the paper ended, i'd already tidied up all my papers, packed my pencilbox and debated whether to sleep or not.

here's a classic: "i"m so screwed it's funny."

courtesy of adil.

that's it. im not going to mention maths again. heck lah. im not going to die just because of a fucking maths paper. i mean, i don't even see what the heck is the point in learning maths anyway. how are we going to apply coordinate geometry or logarithms or sets in real life? how??? can somebody tell me how???

does learning coordinate geometry teach you how to cook? does it teach you how to do laundry? does logarithms teach you how to speak proper english? does it teach you how to write properly? does it teach you how to communicate? does anyone in this fucking world speak maths as a language? money, yes. maths, hell no.

i can take basic maths, like BASIC and SIMPLE formulae, like basic algebraic manipulation and things like that. but what is the point in learning all this extra shit? they should just teach us money manipulation or marketing skills or at least something useful lah.

besides, what do you become with all the logarithms and sets shit? a maths teacher? or a mathematician perhaps? take your bloody pick lah. and what do mathematicians do exactly? complicate matters further by coming up with some more stupid laws and topics for teachers to teach and students to commit siucide over?? and it's not like the teachers benefit either because they get low pay and vomit blood over marking the students' work??

why do we put ourselves through this?? WHY????

hah. i know. because we are STUPID. DUH.

you see, im becoming stupid just TALKING about maths. its burning up my brain cells. im not talking about it anymore.

talking about the number of falls i've had just now. i mean, i was talking about it just now, not falling all over the place just now. haha.. let me list them down.

the most memorable fall i've had is definitely the one at my first cross-country. its so hilarious. i tripped over a rock or something and fell while running. i ended up sprawled on the soil, face down and i remembered atiqah screaming or something. she almost fell on me. thank god she didnt if not i wouldn't be alive now.

then i managed to sit up and there was a whole crowd surrounding me, mostly my classmates. i was telling everyone not to call out my real name so kellynn was going " omg genevive are you okay???" so farnee.

there was this moronic old teacher who took a picture of me. there i was, in obvious excruciating pain [ i sprained my ankle], and there he was, squatting down, adjusting the lens of his camera and shooting like nobody's business. i swear, if i hadn't sprained my ankle, i would have gone up to him and shoved that camera right up his ass. stupid moron.

well, that was something to remember.

another fall was in school. atiqah remembers this very well. we were skipped dnt and we went to the vball court ah. i was walking to the court and suddenly i found myself on the ground with a scraped knee and elbow. it was so sudden! one moment i was all raring to play vball when the next moment i tripped over something and fell. then i slid quite a considerable distance on the ground.

another one was the first time i rode a bicycle. my dad was teaching me. suddenly he just pushed me and at first, it was okay. i was riding! on my own! then i didn't see where i was going and when i next looked up, there was a lamp post in front of me and BAM! i went to the ground.

i remember feeling all dizzy and i lay on the ground for like five minutes before my dad came running. how hilarious is that?

another one is quite recent. it was after a test. we were all taking our bags from outside. i wanted to take mine but i couldn't reach it cos it was too far in, so i stretched lah. then i lost my balance. i wanted to grab at the window grilles but there was a bloody sliding glass panel blocking the grilles so i was grabbing at air. then i fell like a sack of potatoes on a couple of bags. sorry to those whose bags i sat on!! so sorry!!

im so clumsy. just one big emotional wreck. haha. okay, gtg now. tata!

gold with honors??

2005-04-23T04:48:00.000-07:00

a gold with honours?

my first reaction: utter disbelief.

this was mrs kamal's sms: Dear atc, syf results are out: gold with honours :)

i was like, what the heck??

then that rush of adrenaline came, like the feeling you get when you find out you've won something, and i was just so happy. but i still couldn't shake off that feeling of disbelief, that what-the-fark feeling.

but im still happy as hell.

oh oh oh.

before i say anything else. i'd like to make a public apology to atiqah because i didn't turn up for her birthday celebration.

i know, im such a bitch and no reason would provide justification for my misdeed but i'd like to say sorry anyway. so yah, im so fucking sorry atiqah. sorry for the choice of word, but nothing provides more emphasis. but i really am! im so sorry!!! i still feel bad you know. and all i did was make her a measly card.

omigod syafz, if you think that made up for it, you are so wrong!! i should just go and behead myself or something.

but then again, i did get a bout of real bad diarrhoea in plaza singapura after eating bk. and my butt ached after that because the toilet seat was so high. i was like stuck in the toilet for what, half an hour??

ok ok anyway, bottom line is, im so sorry atiqah.

moving on!

show and tell was fun. we did on absorbency of sanitary pads. i had no idea how that related to chem or physics but i later found out that it was university level science. whoa. i did a little bit on the history of sanitary pads while siti did the practical bit.

you should have seen the faces of the guys!! they were red! hahahahahaha.

but it was all good. at least the class responded. but the girls were like, EW why the heck are you two doing this????

oh come ON, it's not like the guys don't know what pads are. what's there to be ashamed of? and it's not like the guys mind either right? heh.

have a little liberation people!

speaking of liberation. what is up with people and hooking up for no apparent reason? i mean, nothing against these people but its kind of ridiculous. there are SO many couples around its like some mass orgy all the time. fine, so im half of one of these couples, but i know recess is not a good time to engage in public displays of affection.

i have nothing more to say.

dang

2005-04-17T00:50:00.000-07:00

what is the meaning of true individualism?

i find it real hard to find a true individualist. because however hard you try to do things your own way, there will be some other ass out there doing the same thing. to be a true individualist is to do things no one else is doing.

you can't do it with clothes. when you buy something from a clothing line, there's bound to be someone else wearing it. especially if you love brands. then you can't be an individualist. i guess if you want to be a hardcore individualist, then you might as well wear a loincloth, or better yet, be a nudist because no one else has YOUR skin.

you can't do it with your taste in music. even if you deviate from the norm and listen to shit like grunge, or indie or whatever, the whole point of people making music is to have LOTS of people listen to it. if they only have one person listening to them, then what the heck is the point?

you get my drift?

i guess individualists are those who pioneer. and i respect these people because now, its real hard to be one.

i can't call myself an individualist, but i do try. i try not to conform, but sometimes im forced to [ that's a different story though ]. i dont deny following trends, but i don't go all out with the following. subtly does it. im already breaking out by being female and doing graff, but i cant call myself an individualist by just doing that, because nas is doing it too.

there are the individualists, there are the in-betweens, and there are those at the other end of the spectrum. the non-individualists. the confused. the lacking of identity. the copycats. the [i dont want to use this word, but i have to, to get my point across] posers. you have no idea how much i hate these kind of people.

not only do they shamelessly parade around in their inoriginality, they claim credit for it. they claim they know why they're doing whatever it is that they are doing while blatantly ignoring how irritating it is to people like me.

i don't wear brands. the only brand i wear is adidas, and that's because i get it for free.

not that im anti-brand. i like stuff from new world order, rebirth, freshbox, abathingape, dc and stussy. and i like them because their stuff has substance. i tell you, they have some fucking talented designers and most of it has a message brought across. its not because of the brand, but because of the things they put on their clothes. yes, there IS a difference.

i wouldn't buy a t-shirt just because its from, say, op or ripcurl. i don't wear op and ripcurl because the designs just don't appeal to me. or billabong. or roxy. they all just sound the same to me. no offence though. i don't mind people wearing stuff from those shops. but everyone's buying them too.

and besides, im not planning to buy anything from new world order because evryone else is doing so. its becoming so common. although the designs are really nice. so the only things im planning on buying is alot of plain tees and fabric markers.

i already re-did my bag by the way. and husna just said it was so new world order. fuck. but new world order does not have my design, so i can safely call it mine. i told you its so hard being original nowadays. the truth is sad.

any comments on originality, feel free to tag.

anyway, back to my life.

had syf on wednesday. the juniors were so sweet! they came down and actually had a banner for us and everything. the whole thing went quite okay, no major glitches. but mas got her bangle stuck in her necklace. hahah so farnee. being the professional that she is, she still went on with show. *applause*

im slightly appalled at the teachers confidence. they're already talking about a gold and shit. i sense a hint of desperation about them. but whatever. what's done is done.

okay i have to go now. going to my gramma's house. tata!

...

2005-04-11T21:39:00.000-07:00

goddamitthebloodyspacebar isnt working. i have to press it real hard or you all will have to squint and use more brainpower to try figure out what im typing. see im so considerate. but then again, considering the miniscule amount of brainpower needed to read my blog, i really shouldn't bother.

went to yck sec skl for this drama exchange thing that our dear teachers thought up of. it was, to say the least, boring. jeffrey is such a fat pig im so fucking glad he's leaving. my eyes will be clean again! whatever state of cleanliness it's in now, anyway.

i duno what to blog about. i really duno. help?

no one wants to help. FINE.

i won't blog anymore. huh.

heyhey

2005-04-10T21:47:00.000-07:00

so sorry for not updating during the weekend.

had drama on saturday while the rest of the school had april games. was carrying cubes around while people were playing captain's ball and whatever shit. then i was stuck carrying the lights while ain and husna disappeared somewhere.so helpful right?

ran off while the cast was getting ready for the full-dress. watched some of the games. wanted to play so bad but after what happened to syaf...

some ass knocked into her and she practically bit off her whole lip. okay, exaggerated. she bit into her lip and there was this gash on the inside of her lip. scary. now her lip is like purple and swollen. hahah she is so going to love me for putting this on my blog.

went to bugis after that with nas and husna. husna got her purple and white bag. good for her, extra large endorphin release.

fuck lah my shoulder ache's come back, after a few months of being free from it. ive been having this chronic ache in my left shoulder since god knows when, and when it hurts, it really hurts. i need tiger balm!!

had religious class on sunday. i think im just wasting my time going to religious class, because i don't learn anything at all. and the ustaz keeps hurling obscenities at us. get this,

" you all think you what ah, big fuckers is it?"

"stop wasting time fucking around"

what the fuck?

talk about corruption. i swear he said that. im not lying.

asnah and mr lim not in school for the week! its malay now and we're all in the library using the computers and irritating the chinese pupils. they have mothertongue, we don't! hahahah!!!

but sadly, there's a relief teacher for maths and she is so fuckboring. she can pass off for a pontianak though, with her long nails. she has long hair also. scary.

since i have nothing else to blog about, i'm off!

wooooo

2005-04-07T06:24:00.000-07:00

a big fat congrats to malay dance!

gold with honours!

whoa.

power bodoh.

can't blog for long sorry. gotta sleep. hur hur.

argh

2005-04-04T05:52:00.000-07:00

all my files!!! gone!! argh what the fuck. my dad sent the computer for reformatting or something and all my files have been completely wiped out.

oh well. shit happens. no worries. what's a few files to me anyway? tralala.

just finished doing the literature report. some shit about r.k.narayan. he's dead.

wearing my new specs. i must say i feel rather intellectual. but they are freak-heavy and all i can see is black.

cant type a long post today, sorry. i have to go to sleep, or i won't wake up tomorrow.

no, i have to blog. just a bit more.

i asked myself this question. and im still thinking of the answer.

what the hell am i doing in anderson???

study, you say. O-levels, you say. friends, you say. cca, you say.

the truth is, i have no idea. im definitely not in for the studies. O-levels? wherever i go, i'll still have to think about the big Os. even if i go fuchun sec or some other direlict school. cca? looking at the shit drama has caused for me these past few weeks...i'd say not.

i guess that leaves friends then. the truth is, i don't know about this part. i honestly don't feel attached to the school at all. people get so emotional about their past classes and eveything, but i don't feel as much. maybe there's something wrong with me or maybe im just being a bitch but you know??

don't get me wrong, i love my friends.

it's just that i don't feel that attachment. no matter how close or how long i am to a person, i don't want to stay with him or her forever. i just want to keep moving on.

i still remember the last day of school last year. i didn't shed a tear. not even one. and i still haven't. i saw people crying bucketloads but it didn't affect me a single bit!! what the fuck is wrong with me?

not that i want to be bawling my eyes out in school. i mean, we'll still see each other in school. its not like we're all going to die the next day. what's the use of reliving past memories? sure, it was great while it lasted, but its time to GET ON.

now, please don't come and bombard me with class photos and shove them in my face while screaming and calling me a cold-hearted bitch. because im not.

okay that's all. i better stop. good night!

lerr

2005-04-02T22:58:00.001-08:00

internet has been restored! yay!

survived drama two days in a row. really, i have no idea how i do it. actually i daresay its getting slightly better because mrs k isnt expecting anymore from the sets so all that's left for us to do is basically nothing. so we just lounge around and entertain ourselves.

i really pity the cast because jeffrey is such a moronic pig. they have to put up with his stupidity. not only is he physically fat, but the fat must have gone to his head or something because he is so fucking dense. no offence to the horizontally-challenged but jeffrey is truly an arse.

drama on saturday was extremely boring. ain and husna were dragged off by mrs lee to help with costumes. i was left all by myself. willingly lah. no way am i gona climb up to the art room and rummage around all that dust. who knows what might jump out.

got another telling off from mrs k. ain especially. why? because her slippers shine! that part was so hilarious.she wasn't supposed to wear slippers anyhow. but what does she care right.

went to orchard after that. ain wanted to go to this bag fair at meritus mandarin hotel. so we went there but we couldn't find the damn fair! we went up the 8th floor at the south tower but all we could find were empty rooms. it was so claustrophobic though, caused me to have a headache.

we went into the toilet, which was like whoa. changed into my pinafore because i felt " unsafe " in my pe tee. oh yaaahhh, how could i forget?

there was this chee ko pek on the train when we were going to orchard. this middle-aged man was sitting down and we were standing at the pole. suddenly he starts staring at ain and he smiled at her! i didn't realise because my back was facing him, but ain asked me to shift as to block the guy's view of her.

omygod what a lecherous freak!

i hope he gets raped by a sex-crazed goat, then has his testicles ripped off and chopped up and he himself gets thrown off a cliff.

no wait. i'll rip his testicles off myself, preserve them in a glass jar, then wave it in his face saying, " i got balls! you don't! HAHAHA!!! "

pervertic asshole.

then we went off to eat at sakura. ain was disappointed about the bag fair thing but like i told her, it just wasn't meant to be. walked around far east because ain decided that if she wasn't gona get a bag, she'll get shoes instead! she is one neurotic girl. me and husna get dragged around by her alot, especially when she decides she has to get something or she'll just die.

she got her shoes anyway. then we ate ice-cream at macs, then went home.

skipped madrasah today by faking diarrhoea. didn't want to go because we are going sembawang park, in tudungs and everything. dahell?? i duno what they're doing there but its raining right now so i can just imagine.

getting my specs tomorrow! i cant bloody wait.

im so in love with akon's lonely. its such a pathetic but nice song. and his voice makes the whole thing sound so sad. and the chorus is so cute!

lonelyyy..i am so lonelyy..i have nobodyyyy..for my ownnnn...

sorry. anyways. that should be the official bachelor-above-35-but-still-not-getting-any song!

they can always drop by geylang.

i have one gripe about having short hair. my hair looks like a black marshmallow when i wake up! so fugly. it just puffs up like a chicken and i frighten myself when i look in the mirror at 5 in the morning. but somehow it seems like ive been having short hair since forever. i can't remember how it feels like to have long hair, neither can i remember how i look like when i had long hair!

feeling hungry.

lerr

2005-04-02T22:58:00.000-08:00

anger management

2005-03-30T23:34:00.000-08:00

i feel that anger management is underestimated.

people can just flare up and do scary things.

a certain classmate of mine exploded and turned into a manic psychopath this afternoon. he was at the front of the class with naf and min er [ who were supposed to make announcements or something ] for some reason. actually he had no reason to be there so he was just extra-ing around.

anyway, the class was making alot of noise [ wow so what's new ] and naf was shrieking at us to keep quiet and sit down. but not alot of people did so, so i guess he got extremely frustrated or something. he shouted at the class to shut up and sit down. that happens alot of times so we were like whatever.

then he went back to his seat, took his chair and hurled it right across the room with SUCH unearthly force! i think it was an attempt to look macho while being angry but it failed spectacularly, only confirming my suspicions that he was a downright freak.

woaahh im so scared ahh!

actually, no, i am deeply disturbed. it was totally uncalled for. civilised people do not throw chairs around. who knows what he might throw next. he might just turn into incredible hulkfreak and start throwing people around.

change of subject.

i love my dad.

i was supposed to get my new specs on monday but my dad's pay haven't come yet. so sad. but im getting them this coming monday, which is only three days away! yay! it rhymes. haha. anyway. and he's paying the full price. 78 bucks. i paid the $20 deposit, so he's paying the rest. actually he's only supposed to pay half, but he wants to pay full.

who am i to protest?

i fucking hate drama so much. i want to bloody quit and join library.

yesterday's drama session was so fucked-up. there's no other adjective to describe, just so fucked-up. so we were supposed to finish spraypainting the cubes by 4.30. i asked for extension to 4.45, a measly 15 minutes, but no, mrs k wanted 4.30. so i said, okay fine.

actually its such a long story i cant be bothered to type.

i was so pissed off by the end of the session i turned psycho myself. i was flinging wallets around, and i refused to talk to ms lee during lit just now. they suck ah.

i mean, if i don't care about the syf play, then why the fuck would i come for drama anyway? i'll just skip and do dc for all i care. if we were lounging around, why would we bother to paint the cubes and carry them up and down? so fucking unreasonable.

i don't want to talk about this shit anymore.

im now in the library with siti. supposed to do lit project, but since my comp at home is spoiled, i'll blog lah.

cant be bothered to blog anymore.

ahhhh

2005-03-19T18:48:00.000-08:00

went out on friday with sarah, han and atiqah. was forced to, cos i won't get my bdae presents if i didn't come. haha. it's better than lazng around at home anyway. actually i didn't get a chance to laze around because i've been out every single day of the week!

that means i didn't get to do any homework at all.

we went to pam's house, but not before they gave me my bdae presents. i got cookies and brownies from mrs fields and an emily the strange wallet!!!!! ahhhh!!! thanks you guys! thanks so much!!!! you rock!! lol

but it would have been better if they gave me a playboy wallet. next year maybe?

turns out we were the only ones who went to pam's house. ate nasi lemak.. alot of nasi lemak. pamela's mum goes to the gym. how cool is that?

watched two supposedly horror movies, bride of chucky and the haunting. fine, im chicken when it comes to watching horror movies. i'll cover my eyes with my hands half the time but end up watching through the slits between my fingers. at least i still watch okay??

both movies were laughable at times. especially in bride of chucky, after tiffany wakes up and finds herself a doll. she screams " aaaaaahhhhhh! you sonofabitch!!!! " and slaps chucky. that part was fucking hilarious.

then we went out to take neoprints. i think i might have found myself a new addiction. we took like what, four times? i have no idea what the thrill is in taking neoprints, because of the sugary kawaii japanese setting which im not too fond of, but its just fun.

and besides, ive noticed everyone looks nice in neoprints. maybe its the lighting. and honestly, it's hard to know when to stop. as long as you have money, you'll just take, and take, and take some more.

thanks again you all, for the presents and the great time we had. [that sounds sick] and getting me addicted to something worthless.

i don't know why but im feeling depressed.

i think im suffering from spraycan withdrawal symptoms. i fucking need to spray or i'll just curl up and die. i think this just affirms my commitment to graff. not that i didn't know, this makes it all so frighteningly real.

its not enough to just draw on paper, i need to get it onto a wall.

yeah nas, im feeling you.

i don't know if this is a good thing, but im betting it is. better than smoking, or drugs, or whatever else you get addicted to. i wonder if this is how smokers feel when they go cold turkey, minus the hallucinations and nausea. just a cold, empty feeling deep down in your gut.

FUCK SCHOOL!!

i cannot believe this is the last day of the holidays. oh mann.

wheeeeeeeeeee

2005-03-17T04:08:00.002-08:00

today was anything but fucked-up. instead, i had the best birthday ever in the whole fifteen years of my life.

thanks to those who gave me their greetings because you remembered. its okay if you don't give me a present. really. *phoney grin*

nah just kidding. thanks.

thanks to those who bothered to give me a present. i feel so bad because i can't remember bdaes for nuts. i'll try lah, from now onwards.

nas, being the nice angel that she is, gave me a pink playboy carrier, a playboy bdae card, and a self-designed tee! ooooo nas you are too kind.

today was the last day of the graff workshop.

argh.

excuse me, i need to take a shit.

okay back.

anyway we started work on the thing. it reads mosaic. and its fucking nice, if i must say so. so all you free people with nothing to do, get your ass down to the esplanade and appreciate some art. its over at the back, near the bridge. take photos, whatever.

sketch picked me [!!!] of all people to fill in the background. wahaha. i guess i must be improving, or i must be on to something. the background is pink!

it was real hot, and i was sweating buckets after just a few minutes of spraying. but we had to endure lah, no choice. wasn't too bad, at least we had free water.

basically what we all did was fill in the letters which sketch had already done beforehand, and yuen, ryan and me did the background. then sketch did a hell lotta touching up, like the keylines, highlights and shit. so it was what, 65% his work? haha yeah. let the expert do the real shit.

then annabelle came and did this whole interview thing. she recorded me while i was all sweaty like a pig. heck, everybody sweats when they spray. there's no escaping it.

we finished everything at 2 something.

i took gazillions of pictures. and i held a towel over sketch's head while he did the last few touch-ups. scared he might get overheated you know?

was amazed at how it turned out. a few glitches at first, but it ended up fine, thanks to our dear teacher, duh.

oh yes, the spraycans have funny names. there's a citicab yellow, and a comfort blue. waddeshit? what's wrong with light blue and dark blue? i guess that don't cut it no more. but why taxis?

anyway. let me talk about more relevant things.

we had a "graduation" ceremony after that. went up to the rehearsal studio, where the acting workshop kids were rehearsing for their monologues. got our certs! im an official triqnaqi academy graduate!

watched the drama people do their thing. a few were really good, the others okay lah. eh, i from drama club, can comment okay? but there was this guy who was really good. he just seemed abit gay, that's all.

then we decided to leave cos we were getting hungry. so yeah, we said our byes and everything, then sheikh asks where the esplanade library is. then aaron asks what for. he says he wanted to meet terry lee there.

i was like, what?

terry lee??

he said yeah. so i said, yeah i know where the library is. so sheikh asks me and nas to escort terry lee to the rehearsal studio.

OMFG. terry lee. terry fucking lee. mr notorious t dot lee!

so we went down, said hi, and got him to the rehearsal studio. but not before getting his autograph!!!!!!!!

me and nas were bouncing off the walls.

i can't fully say how happy i was today. it was just a feeling, like getting high. i mean, i was just so fucking happy.

we went off to banquet to eat.

wanton mee.

even if i was happy, i felt a bit sad too.

my shoutouts to triqnaqi, you guys rock. thanks so much for organising this shit and giving me the time of my life. without you guys, i wouldn't have met sketch, i wouldn't have had a chance to finetune my art a little bit, and i wouldn't have had so much fun.

to Sketch One, most laidback teacher i ever had. for the few days ive known him, he has taught me alot. funny, he reminds me of snoop dogg. wahahah don't ask me why cos i don't know. wonder if he ate the apple. hahah. keep the ill shit coming, and pave the way for aspiring graff artists like yours truly. thanks man.

to the guys, sufiyan, ryan and yuen, you guys just crack me up. ryan, remember your fundamentals! lol. yuen, don't be too busy with shireen [or however you spell her name] until you forget graff. sufiyan, please, for the sake of mankind, stop singing. hahaha hope to see you guys around, and if you set out to bomb, don't forget to call us down aite?

i can't believe it's over.

sigh, like they say, all good things must come to an end.

fuck that.

im never going to stop doing graff, rest assured of that. unless someone comes and chops off my hands. and feet. and head.

wheeeeeeeeeee

2005-03-17T04:08:00.001-08:00

wheeeeeeeeeee

2005-03-17T04:08:00.000-08:00

hopelessly devoted to graf

2005-03-16T03:14:00.000-08:00

ive been having the time of my life these past few days.

there's only 6 people in the graff workshop but that's not a bad thing. definitely not a bad thing. we get more individual attention, meaning more criticism, meaning more improvement, meaning being that much closer to being where sketch one is right now.

man, i respect that dude. he has some ill skills packed away, and i am so fuckin happy to be learning shit from him.

but then, judging from the improvements i have to make, i guess it'll take a couple of decades or so. whatever it takes, i'll do it.

chey.

but seriously, people might think im half-decent or so, but i actually have alot more improvements to make, and im setting much higher standards for myself. so don't be surprised if one day, you see me bruised all over. that's cos i had probably beat myself up for not meeting my so-called standards.

like i said, whatever it takes.

if only right now, i come to class, sit down, take out my sketchbook and draw. draw, draw, draw. lessons, draw. homework, draw. projects, draw.

wow.

if only. fuck maths. fuck physics. fuck chem. fuck all the other stupid subjects.

if my mum sees this, she'll slap the crap out of me. then she'll nag at me till my ears bleed.

ahhh.

first session, we went back to the basics. learnt a lot of things. didn't know how important throwups were, but now i do. okay, for the less educated, throwups are simple letter formations, usually fat bubble letters, and are done with one or two colours only.

we had to draw as many as we could so i just went crazy and filled up the whole first page of my sketchbook.

there were four guys and two girls [me and nas]. i can't remember the guys' names. um. i remember there's a yuen and a sufyan. i can't remember the other two. hahah. what's with all these sufyans?? i know what, five sufyans now. i used to think sufyan was a nice name, but with all these sufyans popping up, its getting a tad less nice? i duno.

man, that sounded slightly bimbotic. let me digress.

i love the esplanade early in the morning. there's no one around, save for the security guards, who are actually kinda friendly, and the whole place is nice and quiet. oh, they put up new exhibitions so go see! there's one with condoms involved. its along the passageway leading to underground, after you go down the escalator. its the last exhibition. so yah.

something to do with homosexuals i think.

yesterday was fucked though. ate at bk after the workshop with nas and reached drama at 2. i thought everything was fine and dandy until mrs k said she needed to talk to me. in that tone of voice. so i knew it wasn't going to be good.

so i came late. what the fuck was the difference anyway? all i did after i came was move a stupid cube to and from the stage. and they keep changing the blocking so me and husna have no idea what to do for the sets. ain doesn't give a fuck. hahah. so what's new.

i totally blocked out whatever she said and i mumbled something about being on time today. she can such a bitch sometimes. but because she gave me free spraycans, and is the only one in power of having a graff workshop in school, i will magnanimously forgive her. whatever it takes.

we started spraying today. but just for practise. aaron was going on about me being dehydrated cos i was wearing my beloved adidas sweater in the insane heat.come on he smokes and here he is telling me about being dehydrated for wearing a sweater? hah.

fine so he's just being concerned.

anyway found out my spraying technique was wrong all this time because it causes the paint to drip. got it corrected. but the hardest part has to be the outline. that part sucks. we were wearing latex gloves [for safety purposes...whatever] which stuck to our hands like some octopus suction cup. finally took it off cos i couldn't stand it.

so what if the paint particles enter my body? i'd rather die colourful. but the story sketch told us was really scary lah. freaked me out abit. that ain't gona stop me from sprayin though. if you want to know the story ask me. lazy to type. something about him vomiting out paint.

oh yeah, found out we actually had to wear a bloody suit, complete with gas mask to spray. sketch has the suit, and it was so clean. shows how concerned he is about his own safety. but then i myself wouldn't wear it either. but he changed into it before i left. kekek bodoh.

but it was kinda cool, like beastie boys. hey i want a suit too!

haikel was doing elmo all over the place. aaron... duno what he was scribbling with the can. but well, he tried. haha.

i had to bloody leave!

felt really fucked-up. rushed straightaway to school without eating anything for fear of being late and incurring mrs k's wrath. then she wasn't there! turns out she didn't come.

WHAT THE FUCK.

i fucking hate drama. i hate it so much. i left a graff workshop early just to face the shit that's drama.

maybe the reason why i hate is because of the G-word. there have been no improvements whatsoever since the day they started doing full runs. i don't know if she is slow, or retarded, or spastic, or has short-term memory loss, but she better get her act up or one day i will just SLAP the shit outta her. im serious.

the teachers had better realised their critical casting mistake and at least be remorseful for making all of us suffer or i will slap the shit outta them.

on a brighter note, its my birthday tomorrow! 170305

surprisingly, priya gave me a bdae present. how sweet. thanks lots! ain too. thanks! i'll make sure i'll give you guys something for your bdaes.

and the graff people have plans for me tomorrow. shit. better bring extra t-shirt. must be nas' idea lah.

at least there's no drama tmr.

arghhh

2005-03-13T03:56:00.000-08:00

yesterday i typed an extremely long post, only to have it all disappear at the wrong click of the mouse. shitty.

so im sitting my sorry ass on this chair in an attempt to retype it.

i was talking about the xcountry.

which was fuckboring.

there was this sec 1 girl in the train. she was digging her nose like nobody's business. she was seriously digging for some gold up there. then she flicked her gold all over the place. disgusting, but it sure woke me up. pity i didn't get her name though. i can recognise her, ask me and i'll point her out to you.

im so mean.

reached east coast early because nas' dad kindly sent us there. why east coast?? so budget. but then anderson isn't really known for being not budget. noticed there were quite a few stray dogs running around. im not really fond of dogs. especially those that shit all over the place. disgusting.

the walk itself was so boring. it was supposed to be a jog, but since the first xcountry when i fell down and sprained my ankle, i swore to myself i'd never move above walking speed for future xcountries.

funny, i preferred the first one, at macritchie. there were things to look at, and it wasn't too hot. nothing beat the sentosa one though. that was the best.

anyway, blew the rest of my money on bike rental. cycled and cycled. and cycled some more. me and the 2/3 malay girls stayed behind after the xcountry. with izzah also.

my butt ached like shit. haven't cycled in a long time. learned how to cycle with one hand! big deal, you say. shaddup.

the xcountry did do me good. im now back on talking terms with my dear ex-boyfriend. haha. miss him alot, but i have no intention of patching up. funny? i don't understand either.

i love holidays because there's no school.

i fucking hate holidays because of the insane amount of homework the teachers give us.

ive bee assuring myself that i can finish at least half the homework by the end of the week. but then self-assurance is different from self-reliance.

im afraid i can't recreate the length of the post i typed out yesterday. it was looong.

the space was because i have no idea what to blog about.

oh yeah how could i forget???

graff workshop tomorrow!!!

im so excited i could just jump out of the window and bounce right off the ground.

but drama has to spoil it all. i have drama on tues and wed. oh man.

but never mind. it's okay. i'll be so glad to graduate and get far, far away from drama. till then, i have to endure one and a half more years of drama.

i have a feeling that we wil get nothing above c.o.p for this year's syf. at best, possibly a bronze. i know the teachers have the best intentions in mind for their casting choices, but they really should rethink their decisions.

frankly, the only person i feel is truly worthy of her role is sharifah. that girl is good. the deaths are not too bad, but they can do more, especially when they comprise the only two seniors in the whole cast.

ahh. i just want to quit drama and join something like library.

i want to be rich. filthy rich, stuffed to the sides with money rich. paris hilton rich. heck, bill gates rich.

no wait, then i'll be the target of terrorist kidnapping. i'll get raped, then my limbs broken, then made to beg somewhere in manchuria. and both my parents will die from the grief. then my brothers will inherit the fortune.

NO!!!

hahahaha... see? not good to be too rich.

i don't know what im blogging about anymore.

i don't think i'll be sleeping tonight. too excited.

goodness

2005-03-04T04:31:00.000-08:00

wow its been what, a millenium since i went online?

apologies for my absence online. i have been very busy with school, what else. internet connection was screwed. back to normal now.

i have so much to blog about i duno where to start.

got a spectacular 8/35 for a.math. got shockingly near to passing my e.math [1 n half mark more]. my heart pain. half mark more to passing physics. did okay for the rest. how exciting.

i admit, life has been rather monotonous for me. instead of enjoying school, all i can think of is scraping through my exams and get the hell out to LaSalle or Nafa. but then again, i shouldn't be doing that. when im old all i can probably think about is going to school again.

watched constantine with sarah, husna, atiqah and han. had a hell of a time. shikin was supposed to come but she couldn't make it. her dad or some other thing. husna and sarah turned out to be wearing the same top! but sarah bought a top from ebase and changed.

alah what's wrong with wearing the same top? sehati sejiwa ah.

i wouldn't mind if someone turned up wearing the same top as me. i'll make that person wear a paper bag over her head, that's all.

kidding.

we had a great time. of course, i always have great times with my friends. they are the bright spark in my life. they rock my world. all of you, i love you.

my bdae is coming soon, by the way. 17th march. =)

my skin is so thick. at least im not like pepek poof. poke one time, crack. poke second time, crumble. hahah.

sarah and han have no dining etiquette whatsoever! they spilled 3/4 of their sundae on the table, then piled tissues all around in the hope that it will cover up. we all laughed alot.

in my opinion, the only way to have fun is to laugh. alot of people find it hard to just laugh, more so at themselves. lek ah people.

oh yes, my half-soul's bdae is coming up soon. 6th march. have no idea what to get her.

coloured my specs pink. cut my hair real short. im undergoing this phase of change. shocked some people by cutting my hair. mostly shocked at the fact that i cut my hair myself. i swear to God i cut it myself. you can do it too!

get a mirror and sharp scissors. sit down in front of the mirror, comb hair straight, cut off a chunk at a time. the thing is, don't cut in a straight horizontal line, cut at a 60 degree angle upwards. wet your hair first.

man i make it sound so easy.

been doing my graff. i will never stop. even if i only produce a piece per two weeks, its aite.

graff workshop at esplanade during march hols! with SketchOne! can't wait man.

wootZ

2005-02-20T00:29:00.000-08:00

continued from yesterday's post. okay so maybe not really a continuation, but an elaboration. the first people we saw while approaching the youth centre were annabelle and sheikh. we said hi and me and nas went inside. the annabelle came in and asked us what workshop we were joining.

we said graff ah, then she was like, "FANTASTIC!!!" sheikh's response had the same intention, but lesser noise. haha. they're both really nice people cos annabelle was talking about trying to reduce the cost of the workshop and coming to schools to talk to the principal to ask for sponsorship and stuff.

how cool would it be to have parents like that?? daymn.

chatted with her for awhile, then she said "aaron's here" and went out. me and nas were like woah. first diyana came in and we said hi then aaron came in and we said hi and i was trying not to scream in excitement. i shook aaron's hand! lol.

it was unreal man. we were just sitting there, chilling with these people. it was so UNREAL. we were laughing about the spelling error of graffiti on thier posters, we were complaining about anderson to them, we were explaining our obssession of graffiti and aaron was very surprised that the two of us are doing graffiti cos not alot of girls do it. so yeah.

then they got kinda busy cos people started streaming in to register. some came with their phams! lol. even the gramma came along. me and nas waited around for sketch one who was supposed to come but didnt. left the place at around 3.30. then we went to eat at maccas.

we went home very happy people indeed.

woke up today with a shitfuck of a fever though. feeling slightly better now but im in no shape to study for common tests at all. tried to so some surds questions just now and a realisation has hit me. i have no idea how to do surds at all.

wow how surprising eh?

remind me to revise.

omfg

2005-02-18T22:12:00.000-08:00

i am currently in the youth centre with my half-soul nas, and you will never guess who we chilled out with.

brace yourself.(cey mcm besar sangat gitu eh. but nvm.)

the triqnaqi pham, consisting of (drumroll) a.aziz, d.halik, s.haikel, a.francis and triqa!

let me tell you why we are here in the first place. we came to sign up for the graff workshop which i was telling half of s'pore's population about. if i didn't tell you sorree ha... i am eternally grateful to nas' sister [2nd sister, the other one sucks. she say one ah, i agree only] because she lent me 50 bucks so i could sign up today. i wana kiss her man, but im not lesbian so i shall control myself.

i will continue later. for now let me leave you to scream hysterically and contemplate my murder while i continue to chill out with them. world peace!

gimme an f-word

2005-02-17T05:08:00.000-08:00

a fascination for army green has set in. but then i've always loved army green. it goes very well with maroon. but you have to have the right shade of army green, there can't be too much brown in the green.

art lesson over.

had alot of fun crapping with shikin, linny, april and husna after school. we was talking about strawberry and chocolate flavoured pukis. and guys in leotards.

i think i can feel a six-pack coming along from laughing too hard.

ahhh like real only. helped husna did some barcode shit on her flip-flops. 5 bucks from beach road. did some shit on siti's also. good shit, judging from responses. still room for improvement though. managed to fill another page in my sketchbook.

ahh just remembered im supposed to do a piece for faris!! oop. sorreh. i'll do it soon. i hope.

sory for the brief entries but i have alot of things to do. gotta go bye!

chey like so busy lidat. my life is overrun with homework man. sucks like shit.

oh n btw

2005-02-15T05:51:00.000-08:00

oh and by the way stop asking me who's the guy i like cos im not fucking telling.

nyah nyah.

if you give me a 100 bucks, then i'll tell.

also if you happen to be the guy i like and you ask me, then i'll tell.

haha.

argh

2005-02-15T05:36:00.000-08:00

im having the most fucked-up headache ive ever had in my whole entire life. it feels like it anyway. supposed to be doing the commonwealth essay but gave up after 3 lines. i feel like banging my head against the floor. and the essay was due yesterday.

i feel like shyte.

had a lot of fun performing for winitsuksa welcoming ceremony just now. the lower sec was a dope audience. played open numbers/keropok/whatever it's called with them for the first time. mastura you are gona fucking get it from me. she slaps damn hard man.

i can't believe i wrote that post about boyfriends and shit.

it's hilarious, reading back on it.

funny bodoh.

i haven't been giving my fullest attention to my sketchbook. its calling out to me, telling me to fill up the pages.

im really going psycho, now my sketchbook's talking to me.

ima go sleep now. goodnight.

this is how we do

2005-02-13T04:50:00.000-08:00

we all know what day it is tomorrow. yeah. valentine's.

the day all couples look forward to. the day when they have the licence to display that extra bit of public affection to each other. the day when the roses and chocolates come out.

okay i'll say this straight out. i miss having a boyfriend.

yes, this is syafiqin. no one's fucking around with her blog. im having some sort of sentimental shit i have to get my mind off so i'll blog about it.

but seriously, i miss having a boyfriend. i miss having someone to look forward to seeing everyday when i go to school. having a hand to hold, a shoulder to rest on. having someone send me home. having someone you know is yours. knowing that someone will always be there.

i don't care about the gifts. i don't care if he doesn't get me anything for my birthday. i don't care if he's dirt poor. actually it's better if he is because less girls will be after him. heh.

i've only had one relationship which i consider serious, but that's because it lasted for a fucking long time. more than 6 months i think. that's crazy.

don't get me wrong. i have no intention of getting back with him whatsoever. yes, the memories were nice. but its time to move on, you know? im still young, i can't expect the relationships i forge now to last my whole fucking life. but maybe... if it's fated i can't stop it, can i?

i sound like some wuss man.

what the hell. might as well i continue. sometimes i see couples on the streets and i feel kind of melancholic. abit of regret. wistful. slightly bitter. a whole lot of longing. then i'll force myself to smile and look away. be thankful you're alive, stupid. you don't need a guy. and all that feminist crapshit.

three guesses if it works or not.

duh if it does then why the hell am i writing this shit?

i don't know if i'm in love right now though. i don't know. really. but i do like this guy. haha no more details nyah nyah. no pojnt in asking either because i ain't tellin. but if you happen to be the guy and you ask me, maybe i'll tell.

hahaha im spinning bullshit. but its all true yeah.

oh well

2005-02-12T03:45:00.000-08:00

turns out we're performing for lower sec efl only.awww well that's too bad.if you wish to see some free entertainment,go for the rehearsal on monday.guaranteed crack-me-up.its hilarious,there's para-para innit.

went to esplanade with nas.

i miss the underground so much.alot of memories yah.im turning all sentimental and shit.anyway we sat down and drew while sharing mrs fields muffins and brownies.perfect way to spend the afternoon.i duno why,im feeling mellow today.must be the brownies.is this how it feels like to be slightly drunk?

then this guy came and showed us his paintings of naked girls.

yea,its nice and realistic to his credit,but nude paintings are not really my type of art.plus,he was speaking chinese[he's from china]and barely comprehensive english so me and nas had no idea what he was talking about.he had no idea what we were drawing either.we tried to explain graffiti to him but it just drew blanks so whatever.

and he was saying something about studying "oral painting".

call me corrupted,but that sounds kind of sick.

miracle of all miracles!i passed my mastery test!

got exactly 50.but that kiwi had to go and say "don't be too happy".aye what the hell is that supposed to mean huh??i know im hitting rockbottom with sec 3 maths but what the fuck i passed the mastery test.i have no one to tell at home because my mum is not talking to me for some reason,my dad doesn't even know i have a mastery test and i don't see the point in telling my bros.

ahhh might as well i don't have a family.shut up syafiqin you don't know what you're saying.damn right i don't know what im saying.i have so much to say i duno what to say but i really want to say everything that's on my mind but i can't.

ive gone psycho.

i can't believe im watching power rangers.i can't believe channel 5 is airing the movie.i still remember having the LD,as in laser disc,for those who've never seen one before.its a big CD,five times the size?

i bet Trase is watching it,drooling over Kimberly now.ooopsss i just divulged a deep dark secret of his.

ahahah just kidding.

i think ive blogged enough.no wait, i haven't.

i realised i didn't bitch about anything or anyone at all in this post.i have a compelling urge to bitch about this dumbfuck after what sarah told me in school the other day.just thinking of her makes me wana take a shit.

fuck you stupid bitch.i hope you go to hell and satan sticks a needle in your eye.i hope you get raped by a goat.i hope you get thrown into a ravine and DIE.

man was that satisfying or what?

dah dah dah

2005-02-06T03:59:00.000-08:00

you don't need drugs to get high.all you need is peanut butter choc ice-cream,taufik batisah and a few other friends to get high with.

its true!tried it over at shikin's.yeah i skipped 3rd lang again on thurs.so did ain.she almost got into trouble because that stupid french bitch called her house.but she didn't call mine.wonder why.but we're both out of trouble now so it doesn't matter.

we're gona change class by the way so we don't have to face that old hag anymore.

went to madrasah just now.

okay,its not really madrasah but this religion-based class where uniforms are non-existent and the classroom has no tables.

i wasn't really looking forward to it at first.firstly,i was friend-less.secondly,i haven't gone to madrasah for two years and i had no intention of going again.

but it turned out okay,quite fun.the three hours passed very quickly and we only did what,two activities?i think i can live with this.i think my life can go on.

hahah.

ive decided.im going to temasek poly to take a diploma in visual comm.i took a look at the course structure and the experience of just looking at it was simply orgasmic.

stop telling me that going to jc is better,because i happen to WANT to go to poly even if i get a 5 for my Os,which will probably never happen,but that's not the point.i do NOT want to go to jc and slog my ass off doing almost the same subjects as in anderson for two more fucking years because i'll probably die after a term.

id rather die doing visual comm.im happy getting decent grades and then going on to do what i like,and not being reminded of anderson.

so stop selling jc to me!its bloody irritating.

my mum is being very supportive anyway.she even tells me to plan what i want to take now and build up a portfolio.hmmm.no comment from my dad.as always.i think he'd rather me go to syria or some middle-east country,wrap myself in a burqa and take in-depth study of the qur'an and come back after four years with a religious fanatic for a boyfriend.

okay i'll go sleep now.