the fine line of differentiation.

2006-01-14T01:58:00.000-08:00

Eh did FreakyZ just tag my tagboard???

I cannot reply lah shit my tagboard. Lol anyway Happy New Year to you too!

2005-12-09T20:48:00.000-08:00

I haved moved my blog to: slikASG.deviantart.com

Not moved entirely, but I will update that one more regularly than this one so yeap. =)

2005-12-07T01:25:00.000-08:00

Haven't blogged for so long!!! Haha. Why? Because. I. Have. Been. Studying.

Finished my mindmaps on Chemistry, just need tutoring for Chemical Calculations. Yeaps. I don't understand a single shyte about that seh. Seriously ah.

My yummy KitKat bag attracts the most stupidest pickup lines ever. Ranging from the most creative, " Eh KitKat ah!!! " to the amazing, " Eh korang nak KitKat tak? " to the most fabulous, " Eat that KitKat... " Said in that Oh yeah baby I know you want this voice.

STOP IT IT IS IRRITATING.

I cannot believe Nas, Shikin and Ellysa blew 162 freaking bucks for front row seats to watch BSB live in concert! LOL crazy shit. And Nas has yet to inform her parents. Lovely. But yes I understand the feeling of grasping fresh concert tickets.

You know how irritating it is when old people act young? Like old men, with receding hairlines and possibly paunches and cannot stand at attention members acting like they're still in their hot-blooded youth therefore proceeding to making complete fools of themselves. This is when young at heart goes wrong. Repent, I say!

Bring your sorry flaccid impotent selves to a masjid and repent!!!

Amin.

Gosh I just found out something which makes me hate The Jerk even more. LOL.

May God forgive his stupidity and bring some self-realization into his life. Biarlah dier SEDAR DIRI HABES-HABESAN!!!

Amin yarabbal'alamin.

I am only getting my braces next year after Os. I have to freaking pay a downpayment of 991 bucks on my first day of treatment! What!!! Expensive shit! So I shall use next year to save up as much as I can.

So many things on my mind. And everything involving money. Haishhhhhhhh.

Damaikanlah kemelut ini.
Ubatilah sesemak hati.
Leraikan kekusutan ini.
Aku demam di jiwa.

2005-11-25T03:28:00.000-08:00

I am freakin proud of myself. I have completed my EMath holiday assignment! But I skipped some questions because I don't know how to do them. Group study, anyone? See, if a hopeless dungu like me can finish her homework, why not you able-brained people? I'm going to start on my Chem revision tomorrow, alternating with Maths and Physics.

And don't say it's because of me dropping AMaths and French in THAT tone because it doesn't matter how many subjects I'm dropping. So there.

The class chalet was okay. Me, zaHd, Naf and Syafs came way earlier. I was hoping to get a tan at least, but it was raining all the freaking way. Very frustrating seh. It was cold, wet and depressing. Which basically made the whole morning pointless. Well, on a brighter side, me and Syafs discovered good food! The coffee shop there has one Malay stall, and the mee bandung is damn good! A huge bowl for 3 bucks only!!!

3 dollars only leh. How good is that tell me??? Hmmmm?

Things picked up once the bbq started. Mr Lim, Mr Leow and Mr Tan came. Oh my gosh Mr Tan is cute beyond words! He laughs like, heehee with hands over mouth! So CUTE LAH CANNOT TAHAN! He brought his girlfriend, and the both of them were trying to matchmake Mr Leow with these two girls LOL so funny. And Mr Lim made a mean comment, I forgot what, but it was so funny.

I swear teachers actually come close to resembling normal human beings when they are off-duty.

I didn't feel like leaving, because the atmosphere was really nice. We were all joking around, watching Extreme Japan, talking shit and yeah, it was real nice. It was so different from school.

Me and zaHd went home early, but still reached home a little late. Um, half an hour later than what I told my mum I would be. Eh not bad what.

Went out raya-ing the next two days.

Became walking joke of the day! Apparently, it's not what I say that makes people laugh, but I myself am funny. Gosh I guess I'm just so hilarious, when I walk it's hilarious, when I talk it's hilarious, when I breathe it's hilarious HAHAHA I'm pissing all over myself because I'm so funny. I should just shut up and not bother because I don't have to! Wow. The wonders of being flabby and having disgusting teeth. I should just go dig a hole and get stuck in it. Yeah I love myself can't you tell.

Anyway, my lovely cousin treated us cousins to lunch at Seoul Garden just now. It was GOOD. I stuffed myself and now I feel like a sack of flab. Had a hell of a time sabo-ing my brother LOL. We stayed there for four freaking hours. Seriously value-for-money.

And it brought us cousins so much more closer together. Like, I haven't spoken to this cousin of mine at all, and there we were joking and laughing away like nobody's business. Twas very good indeed.

In the midst of writing my year end refleactions. I have so much to say! Lol I think I will have to put them in chapters or something. Haha survey.

1. Whose picture do you keep in your wallet? Call me abnormal, weird, strange, whatever. I don't keep pics in my wallet.

2. What time do you go to bed? Earliest 8.30, latest midnight.

3. What was the last thing you did before filling this survey? Blogged.

4. Who's the one you always meet the most? As in purposedly meet, or accidentally bump into, or what? Be specific please!

5. Who's the person you're gonna call if you need help? Anyone rich.

6. What's on your mind right now? Oooh. Kinky thoughts. Kah kah. I need water.

7. Who's number on your speed dials? Home, Dad, recently deleted Significant Other off it. LOL.

8. With whom do you wanna have fun? Can choose ah? I don't mind really. As long as I'm having, ahem, fun.

9. What movie do u wanna watch now? HP&GOF.

10. When was the last time you went out? Seoul Garden a few hours ago.

11. What do you hate the most for now? Maths. Not only hate, I ABHORR it.

12. When was the first time you slept alone? Don't remember when, but I remember I was so fuckhappy.

13. What do you wanna do for now? Have sex.

14. What do you do everyday besides eat and sleep at home? Have sex.
I'm just kidding. Obviously. Really!

15. What could piss you off? Utter stupidity.

16. Fave pet? I'd really really really like to have a gerbil. Or a parakeet.

17. Colors that make you happy? Has to be... Hm. Uhh. I don't know. Oh I know! Turquoise. Lovely colour.

18. Most fave things in your room? Aircon, canopy bed, easel, faux fur rug. That is IF i had them.

19. What was the last thing you bought for your room? Vanilla scented candles.

20. Any instruments in your room? Ah. Hm. Oh yeah, my recorder. Super oldschool.

21. Do you cook? If I feel like it. And if there's oyster sauce on hand.

22. Miss someone?Not at the moment.

23. Plan to buy something? Been planning for the past, hmm, century or so? Now all I need is the money.

24. Are you satisfied with your life now? Oh well. Could have been worse.

25.Do you like seafood? YES YES YES I love love love fish.

26. Breakfast or dinner? Dinner.

27. What do you usually eat for breakfast? I never eat breakfast.

28. Did you eat breakfast today? Read the above.

29. Do you recycle? Yes! Everyone should too!

30. Do you have a laptop? Oh shut up chee...ken macnugget.
31. What's your favorite fast food? I only eat slow food. Okay fine lame. Fast food is evil [and I'm
in denial].

32. Cats or dogs? Cats. Dogs are dumb. Think Odie from Garfield. Dumbest creature ever.

33. Salty or sweet? Sweeeeeeet. But I like salty popcorn. Hmm.

34. City or country? City. No simple life for me please.

35. What's your favorite kind of jeans? Classic dark straight-cut or boot-cut.

36. Is kissing normal for your age? Isn't it? =X

37. Are you athletic? ... I try my best.

38. Do you swear? I swear all the fucking time.

39. Would you ditch your friends for a date? NO never. Whoever does that is such a loser.

40. Do you have your own cell phone? Yes, thankfully.

41. What do you wear to bed? Whatever I bum around at home in.

42. Ever had a crush on a teacher? Grossness.

43. Coke or pepsi? Cincau.

44. Sugar or spice? Both. Please?

45. Can you use chopsticks? Of course. Chey confident sey.

46. Do you like to read for pleasure? Ah. Hm. NO TIME. I'm still stuck at the 5th page of HBP.

47. Do you care about getting good grades?Honestly, I don't want to. Ever.

48. Have you ever fallen asleep in class? Yes. With my eyes open.

49. Get a job or ask your parents for money? Get a job. So I can give my parents money. I AM
SUCH a role model.

50. Is your dad strict? Quite. Mostly about religion. He's more relaxed about me going out and things like that.

51. Do your parents give you enough privacy? They respect mine, and me theirs. Win-win situation.

2005-11-19T03:25:00.000-08:00

I'm sorry Mrs Theresa Lim, for calling you a sundal and Grandmother Theresa. So sorry.

Because, the PTM went great! Partly because of my mum I simply love her she is so supportive I could just hug her and make her jugs of tea. I'm dropping AMath and French for sure. Which is just fantastic. A whole elephant lifted off my back.

Mrs T was being very understanding and kind, not the condescending bitch I thought she was. She knew that I was more of an arts student, so she suggested "shifting my focus away from AMath" as she didn't see the point in me "struggling in a subject I obviously wasn't going to make use of in the future".

Don't you just love kind people?

BUT it was too good to be true. Yes, she was nice and all, but she suffers from what is a common ailment, the JC Obsession. She was asking me, "You ARE aiming to get into a top JC, aren't you Syafiqin?" I could feel a hint of desperation and self-assurance in her voice, but in my mind I was screaming SCREW JC!!!

There she was, listing down all the top 5 JCs, and the cut-off point for Arts stream in the respective JCs, and I'm like, Damn woman you do NOT know what is Art!

Even my mum was telling me afterwards, that she just felt like blurting out, "But my daughter is NOT going to JC!!!" But she simply decided to adapt a policy of "Yes mmhmm whatever you say thank you for your time m'aam!"

But this has spurned me on to garner straight As in my Os, then getting a scholarship to LaSalle. Then I can turn back, laugh and say, Not so stupid now huh? FUCK JC! Haha!

To be honest, I had actually had doubts of being able to enter LaSalle. Entering is one thing, the school fees are another. I'm just worried I won't be able to pay up, then have to drop out or something. So I was on the verge of, Ah never mind I'll settle with poly. But something tells me I wouldn't be satisfied in poly. Always a sense of something missing.

Friday was such a lovely day.

It was the last day of block revision, and me, zaHd, husna and nas decided to spend the rest of the day at the beach.

We rented bikes and my butt hurt. It hurt so bad! But it happens all the time so whatever. Then we ate at Macs. I was trying to be healthy by having a grilled chicken foldover and a small coke. People are calling me fat! All these makciks are freaking me out by calling me fat to my face and I feel like saying Eh at least I'm young and my pussy's still virgin so don't YOU go around calling me fat. But old people, must respect.

It's damn hurtful. If I wasn't myself I would have gone anorexic already.

Then we wanted to return the bikes but we weren't really sure where the rental kiosk was so we kept turning left, then u-turning, then going that way again, and again... in front of these couple of skimmer mats who were laughing at us. How dare you! He had the cheek to ask for my number! Go away and skim in your toilet bowl or something.

Then we went bowling! Haha! Total spur of the moment thing. I didn't play because I wasn't wearing socks but I did play a couple of Nas' frames. zaHd got a strike once haha we all got a good laugh watching everyone else bowl and watching this girl's pants reveal her buttcrack EW so fugly. There was this guy who was so act macho, he was swinging and aiming even before he started walking toward the aisle, then he threw the ball so hard but it went straight into the gutter. LOL!

There was this guy who threw, as in literally threw the ball, forming an arc in the air and falling to the ground with a loud thwack. Once, his ball got stuck in the gutter in the middle of the aisle and refused to budge. Go figure.

I think our sense of timing was perfect that day. When we were bowling, it apparently rained because after we finished the game, we went out and the whole place had puddles of water and the air was humid and shit. Haha! Just nice. And the sun was peeping out again.

We went to suntan at the rock cliff thing by the sea. Or what Husna called a waterbreak. Ah, yes, Geog student. I was mostly staring at the sea, thinking. The sea just makes me ponder. Not like a brain boggling think, but a nice reflective and meditative kind of musing. I LOVE IT!

We were reflecting on the past year, how we've all changed, how things have changed. Especially this one particular person we would all agree has rubbed us off the wrong way one time or another. I won't say who I think you should know lah. If you don't then TOO BAD!

We lamented on our future, how we're all going to be separated, and how we all will be following different paths in out lives. We talked about life, death, and life after death.

It was a spiritually satiating conversation. Simply amazing.

Now I have sunset tan marks on my feet HAHA! You have to see it to know what I mean.

I LOVE THE BEACH. I think I'm actually a beach bum at heart. I could just sit for hours on that waterbreak and just watch the waves lapping the shore... I always feel satisfied after a day at the beach.

And I just realised I've reached a sense of closure in my life. I'm talking about the breakup. I realised I'm not aching anymore, and I don't feel sad whenever I see a couple walk past. I don't feel anger, I don't feel confusion, I don't feel nothing! And I'm loving it!

Take that jerk! LOL

Well, those three years was a great chapter in my life, and it was a shame to have it end like that. But I gotta move on, meet new people, do more things. No time to dwell on the past. Whatever he wants to do, it's his problem, and I don't have to care anymore.

I just love life.

Cos now I can smile and say, aint' it funny...

Speaking of meeting new people, I got the biggest surprise of my life! Haha cannot say here sorry! And no, I haven't got a new boyfriend, in case you're wondering.

2005-11-14T03:31:00.000-08:00

Finally I went out on my first jalan raya with friends yesterday. Went out with Han, Sarah, Ain, Nas, Asy and Husna. I was waiting for Ain as usual at Admiralty but I must say she has improved, if only slightly, I only waited 15 minutes this time.

So she finally arrived and we boarded the train... to find four MATS occupying the four seats at the end of the carriage. This guy had the weirdest hairUNstyle, his whole head was a crew cut, except for this patch of hair at the top of his head. And from that patch, sprouted a long lock of hair in a braid or something. FUGLY shit sia!

So Ain was leaning against the glass panel thing facing them and I was facing her on her right, so I couldn't really see what they were doing. Judging from Ain's facial expressions, I wouldn't really want to know after all.

Then this guy got up, like " Okay lah, fine I will be the one carrying out the noble and honourable task of asking the girl for her number I AM BRAVE not like you sissies " and proceeded to plant himself directly in front of me and Ain. Gawd his BLING is ultra-blinding dangling from his ears LOL a stud or two is fine lah, but please, not a whole earring rack.

Then he said, " My friend wants to get to know you so can I have your number? "

I wonder, why ask for your friend? If the girl is pretty and your friend doesn't have guts to ask, YOU take lah aiyah pretend shy only.

Ain was like Uh no no noooo.

Then the idiot, he went like " Alah muke tak yah cuak ah nak buat kawan jer... " Translation: Ah no need to panic lah make friends only...

Ain still refused. So after the rejection in front of the rest of the MRT carriage, he went back to his seat. They got off at Yishun. Before the doors opened, the same guy wished us Selamat Hari Raya and funnily enough, made a last attempt, this time, asking for mine. " Eh boleh ah, bagi nombor ah, nanti leh gi rumah ke..." Translation: Eh can ah.. give me your number ah.. Maybe we can visit you...

I just gave him a very fake smile and said very sweetly, " No thanks... "

Sarah is so cute Haha! We were all waiting for her and when Husna finally decides to call her, she was eating at MacDonald's while the rest of were waiting for her.

We went to Cikgu Razilah's house first, where she was having an open house. Ate some very nice beehoon and otah. Cikgu and hubby wearing matching clothes Haha so cute! Cuter than the kid.

The Indon scholars were over at her house when we came. Then we said Selamat Hari Raya to each of them, and them to each of us. So there was about what, 30++ Selamat Hari Rayas exchanged Lol buat kerja bodoh sak.

Then we took two cabs toooooo Cikgu Asnah's house! Heh heh it was somewhere at Jalan Leban near Peirce Reservoir. Her house is Wow nice. It was actually two storeys, then she went and added another one. And she cooks good lontong. Then she gave us this mango ice-cream cake from Swensen's which got us all moaning in ecstacy HAHA cos it was SO damn good.

Then we took photo on the stairs.

Then we headed off to Sembawang to Ms Zaleha's house where we had a lot of fun uh.. discussing school matters. She got funkay hair! Haha apparently it grows into an Afro. Hah Nas nak volume kan, amek kau!

Ate some more mee goreng and chicken wings Yumza. Talked about alot of things with her, including who's going to be the main DM next year, questioned Mr Ismail's sexuality, discussed the extent of Mr Ari's sincerity, bitched about KOH and so on and so forth. I love Ms Zaleha she is so irrepressible. And her study room very the nice! Just like a teen's room, all lime green and blue and toy collectibles and figurines and stuffed toys everywhere.

From there,we went to Mas 3/8's house as she was having an open house as well. Azizi, Khairi and Endang were there also. Ate some papadom and satay which were really good. If I wasn't so full I would have eaten the briyani lah. Mas danced WooHoo! Lol.

Then we headed off to Cikgu Esfan's house. Everyone was feeling dead beat Lol I felt like pumping them with steroids. Next time wear flats!

Cikgu ordered pizza. What a kind soul. Like, four Large pizzas. And two bowls of chicken wings. Damn I wish I wasn't so full lahhhhh.

Asyrani is damn cute. As in, his son.

Reached home at 11.30 pm. On a school night. Wow I should do this more often.

Got fingered by a transvestite today!

Me, zaHd and Syafs decided to go J8 because we had four freaking hours to kill as there was no Lit and Malay, in addition to recess and the one-hour lunch break after school.

So after pigging out at KFC, we were walking and laughing at our own jokes when this tranvestite who works at Red Earth walked past us. Damn I thought I've seen some ugly women in my time, but THIS ONE. FUH! Like bulldog mixed with, well, a very ugly man.

I accidentally blurted out, " Oh my god is that a guy? "

But I could have been talking about someone else what. Right? Then I turned around and the bitch was waving her middle finger at us in a very uncouth manner! It was very funny! But scary too! I mean, she could have just like, slapped me with her silicone implants or something.

HAHA! You ugly Her She.

2005-11-10T03:38:00.000-08:00

Tomorrow is Friday. Which makes it the last day of the week. Which means, one week down, one fuck more to go! Of block revision, I mean. And remedial lessons.

Speaking of which, I quite like Maths remedial lessons. It's very scarily addictive because everything is at your own pace and I found myself doing sums and not being able to stop. Which is scary right??? Chem was a total nightmare BLEARGH hate hate hate chem. And there I was deluding myself that I like Chemistry how stupid was I???

Anyway I found this lovely picket sign in school and decided to keep it for myself. Okay so it isn't really a picket sign, but it was a " No entry beyond this point " by order sign and there was the school crest on it. The sign was mounted on a stake, complete with sharp point and all.

So I was carrying it back to class when who should come out of the lift but Ang Ku Kueh himself. He must have been in a good mood because he didn't say anything.

Visited Mr Fadhli just now. So kind, he actually fetched us from school because it was raining. There were only four of us going anyway duno why the rest didnt want to go. He has a nice car. He is a rich ass lah, live in landed property. Great house, great car, great girlfriend.

Ate, chatted with him, stayed until 6.30 Haha!

Miss his lame jokes haha.

Alah orang datang pulak. Be back! Hopefully.

2005-11-09T04:27:00.000-08:00

My resignation to becoming a nerd is becoming all the more evident to the increasingly prominent eyebags. Sigh.

I am taking a break from this frustrating monotony by blogging about it WOW how wonderful yes, wonderful indeed.

Was in the midst of annotating The English Teacher, one of the most boring books I have ever read in my whole entire life, and don't say I only read chick lit, because no, I am not a fan of chick lit. Unless it is the really bitchy and acerbic satirical kind. Fun reads I say.

I simply hate the school. I hate it so much.

Not only do they take our Hari Raya from us, there is this program affectionately titled, Academic Support for Andersonians Program [ASAP]. It involves prep talks from our dearest new principal, Mrs whatshernameHo or something, and Mrs Theresa Lim, apparently the Dean of our school. I thought Deans were in universities or colleges or something.

It also includes remedials from 2-4 pm every day until the 18th. And either of our parents have to meet the assigned person-in-charge, if not, the principal will take us very seriously.

So Grandmother Theresa says, " These are letters for your parents, [these are NOT her exact words, but are the gist of it] IF your parents can read. "

Hello, excuse me, my parents can read very well thank you very much. I know I am not performing up to your standards, aka hopelessly stupid, that does not justify YOU INSULTING MY PARENTS OKAY.

AND PLEASE stop making polytechnic sound so bad lah! So you ask me what my dream was when I chose Anderson as my sec school? It is definitely not to pressurise myself to get less than 10 points and rigidly conform to the mindset of JC JC and nothing else. So what if I come to this school and not want to go JC? SO fucking what????

They say with a L1R5 of 30 and above, I "can't even get into poly, can't even get into nursing course" And I'm like, PLEASE lah not everyone going to poly has NURSING on their minds and don't make nursing sound so bad please it is a REPUTED profession okay.

They totally tossed aside any notion of Art or sports and made us sound real bad.

And the mastery test was shifted from 26th to the 28th because why? "Oh, it's the day after Xmas, it's a holiday heehee" Oh part tu kau tau holiday eh abeh orang nak raye tak yah ah sial nye sundal. Sundal habes!!!

My mum will be dragging herself to see GT because she herself thinks it is a waste of time. HAH.

2005-11-03T20:17:00.000-08:00

Here I am at home on the second day of Hari Raya with nothing to do, nowhere to go and nobody to... uh... keep me company? That sounds so wrong Hahah actually I do lah, just wanted something dramatic to start off today's blog entry with.

Yesterday was smashing!

I woke up late hehe because my dad and brothers left for the mosque at around 6 so I went back to sleep and I woke up to my mum screaming at me to get out of the bed and get ready. So I did. Got ready and ate in the daylight for the first time in a month [ excluding the off days ]. Had ketupat, sambal goreng, rendang, ayam masak merah and my mum's fabulously spicy sambal kacang.

Then I had a horrible stomachache. Took a dump in my baju kurung LOL so tak glam.

Did the customary apologizing thing. At first all I could think of was getting it done and over with, but seeing my mum's red eyes after apologizing to my dad, I started feeling a wee bit sad. I haven't exactly been an angel so like they say, the more sins you commit, the more likely you're going to bawl your eyes out.

My eyes weren't rolling on the floor, but I did get my eyeliner smudged bloody hell. Then I watched my brothers apologizing to my dad and I realised how much my dad loves them. I know this sounds cheesy but watching how my dad talks to them and gives them advice then finally kissing them on the forehead made me want to cry all over again.

Not that my dad doesn't love me, I know he does, but I understand that love from a father to his son is different from to his daughter. I always thought that he you know, always gets angry at them and shouts at them and whatever, but my dad has a short fuse so I don't really blame him.

After that emotional moment I was back in high spirits again and we all headed off to my aunt's house, on my mum's side. Sat around, ate some more, henna-ed my cousin's hand, played with the cat, collected money =) =) =) then went to my paternal grandmother's house. Actually it's not really her house, but my father's youngest sister's house, whose husband is Warna DJ Hassan Salleh woohoo. We're just used to saying oh, we're going to rumah nenek. So yeah.

Their house got featured in Manja by the way. They made it look so nice lah what the hell. Not that their house isn't nice, they've just put up fantastic plum curtains and gave the walls a new paint job, but in the glossies with great lighting and all, it looked wonderful. Like those condominium showrooms. The house is great, it has wooden panellings, parquet flooring and mirrors to give a country club-ish appeal. Very nice.

Sat around, ATE SOME MORE gawd I think all the weight I lost will be gained back, along with maybe 10 more kilos, by the end of the week. Exchanged pleasantries with my cousins, watched Salam Lebaran again. Collected more moolah. Hari Raya makes me want to stay this age forever. Relatives give me more because I'm at the not-a-kid-not-a-working-adult stage so they give me two envelopes, or an envelope containing extra. Heaven.

BUT too much money is not good. I don't want to turn into a money-faced bitch.

Then we trooped off to my dad's elder brother's house and watched.... 2 X 5 Dol!

Oh my momma Haizad is so freaking hot I cannot tahan seh! He is so hot panas membara man! But the girl is so irritating lah best of all she gets to play his gatal girlfriend CIS BEDEBAH punye perempuan. Nurfa-whatshername, not even half as pretty as Haizad. Of course no one will ever be as hot as Pharrell Williams Reigning Hot God. Haizad shall be my Hot God No 2.

I just got to know that my 50 year old mat salleh cousin went off and married a Thai woman, leaving his wife all alone GASP the horror!

HAHA school on Monday SIGH.

Collection: 193 smackeroos and counting...

2005-11-02T00:05:00.000-08:00

Hari Raya is TOMORROW BEBEHHHH!!!

Ahem okay been busy trying to tidy up my room but I don't see the point in doing that since I will be going back to school next week and there will probably be tons of homework to complete.

Moving on to more meaningful things.

Well, this Hari Raya means quite a bit to me. Mainly because I have a lot of apologizing to do. Not to mention forgiving too, which will be so much more difficult. But I will do both.

I am very tired.

Because I have been baking since like for-EVAH! I think I might have grains of self-raising flour permanently embedded in my palms. Oh no! Fat palms! Okay I'm talking shit.

Went to Geylang with the 2/2 peoples uh.. when was it? Not sure when but yes, I did go there not today, not yesterday, not the day before yesterday, and not the day before that either but yes, I did go there not HAHA gets on your tits doesn't it??

Ate at Cavana oooh Yumza nice place love the food. I had black pepper chicken hotplate or something like that and it was served to me with steam fearfully rising from the plate. As a hotplate suaku I was scared.

Concocted some cockamamie story about how the name bandung came about. I had no idea where that came from lah. Poor Han she almost choked on her food. Sorreh! Is it just me or do people love to laugh whenever I open my mouth? What is it the teeth?? Gosh you people are so insensitive! I know I have less-than-perfect teeth but tone down on the laughter lah.

So hurtful. People even laugh at me when I smile! Ah next time I shall whip out a paper bag and put it over my head whenever I want to talk or smile.

Don't tell me you took that seriously? Shit you are SO DUMB. HEH HEH.

Saw a lot of different species of street scum at Geylang. Well, there was the ever-irritatingly-ubiquitous-therefore-painfully-familiar MINAHS who were either dressed in nothing much or less. Some were surprisingly bearable lah. But there was this group who was extremely, sorry to say, FUGLY.

If they didn't have spare tyres spilling from their tums and touching their thighs lovingly exhibited in chokingly tight scraps of fabric, they had faces even their mothers can't love. There was this last girl, who had gazillions of craters on her face, who gave me that You think you so cute? stare.

Hello excuse me well I DEFF think I am cuter than you at least I don't have CRATERS on my face HAHAHAHAHA! Watch out Potassium Hydroxide you have a fierce competitor in the BUTT UGLY stakes! Stay tuned for fierce acidification as our two not so pretty and one not so young lasses fight it out!

As I was laughing and ridiculing her to Atiqah, this group of MATS heard me say, " Aku tau lah aku lawa " but they didn't hear the " Tengok aku semacam seh " before that so you would think they have no right to say anything BUT THEY DID.

They said, " AH yelah tu, cakap lagi cakap lagi! " And they laughed.

Please lah if you didn't have any luck fishing for fugly female tadpoles in the longkang for hope of scoring a date then PISS OFF and do not disturb me.

Sheesh. And I thought people couldn't get any more irritating.

If not for THEM my day would have been absolutely purr-fect.

ALAH why is Mr Ng leaving??? I almost cried. He is so nice. So nice. So nice. And cute too! Like, your grandfather cute, not Mr Ari cute. Speaking of which, Mr Ari leaving. Along with Mrs Tan.

HUH. I know I've lambasted her on this blog, speaking of her in a not-so-kind way, but I've realised that she is a great woman indeed, because at such a young age she has come so far. Scrap all the lame inspirational quotes and she herself is really rather inspiring.

Which is why I would like to apologize to her for demeaning her worth.

Selamat DeepaRaya peoplesss!

2005-10-31T17:10:00.000-08:00

How long has it been since I went online? A whole Ice Age??

My poor neglected blog. I'm so sorry.

Hari Raya is in two days! Two freakin days! Been busy weaving ketupat [ eh I know okay ], baking cookies, somewhat cleaning up my room but not really etcetera etcetera. Got my baju kurung which is wi-i-i-ide so my mum will be altering it. It's not really in the colour that I want, which is a dark chocolate, but it's a golden tan kind of colour.

I don't really mind as long as I have something to wear actually.

Currently I have two pimples on my face which are slowly receding into the background THANK GOD imagine having pimples on Hari Raya Aaaargh I will henna my whole face to cover it up. Oh yes, there is such a thing as concealer HAHA! Sheesh I'm so dumb.

Anyway moving on!

Nas came over yesterday to bake brownies Yumza. But they weren't for us, they were orders from Chiobu No 2 Ms Lee ME and Atiqah. Nas kept gushing over the apparent cuteness of my youngest brother. Okay fine he is cute and all but sometimes I feel like there's a cactus being shoved up my ass because he irritates me that much.

It was supposed to be a Coonies thing, but nobody appeared to be free/interested/bothered so me and Nas bought the ingredients ourselves and baked it. Twas really rather easy, albeit abit tiring. But hey my kitchen is a conducive place for baking. And cooking. So yah.

Oh oh oh you should watch Project Runway. I'm rooting for Austin! He is the quirkiest thing I ever saw on TV. If he wasn't weird, I would have thought he was a model himself. Oh I'm also rooting for the short-haired girl forgot her name... The one with the funky spiked-up hair she is so good lah.

That cocksure arse got out! Ahahahahaha! Good for him! Okay so the designers were supposed to come up with a glamorous dress for a night out, but using materials from a grocery store. The main thing the judges were looking for was innovation and creativity.

Austin used corn husks for his, and it looked really fab, like an elfin dress all pale green. But the poor guy, he didn't refridgerate the skirt, and it was all shrivelled and dry. But he still went on with it, and it turned out nice. In fact, he turned out to be the winner of that episode because he showed true innovation with his choice of material.

The short haired girl used material from a lounge chair and some other blue stuff and the dress was so spacey and futuristic. It was really nice.

The stupid guy who got out eeeeeurgh I hate him. So did the other contestants. He thinks he's so good and reputed and whatever. It's like, he's dead convinced he's good, it's scary. But he made this blah dress from garbage bags and a drab overcoat from butcher paper and the poor model looked so stiff in it. From the look on her face, I bet she was thinking Shit why am I stuck with this dick??

The judges panned his dress, describing it as "the easiest and most boring thing I could make in five minutes." Ouch.

Catch Project Runway, Mondays at 10 pm, only on Channel 5!

Fuck block revision lah. Two weeks of it man. Two fucking weeks of Syawal gone like that.

Next year lagi best cannot celebrate at all. Because of O-levels. Fuck lah!

I think I will have to put my life on hiatus for the whole of next year.

Okay off to make more cookies. Tata!

Oh, and in case I don't get to update anymore, I'd like to wish all of you Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri Maaf Zahir dan Batin!

2005-10-23T05:35:00.000-07:00

What is this nonsense about a tsunami hitting the Straits of Malacca? I refuse to believe it, because if I did, I would have moved to Africa already. If a tsunami were to really occur, HELLO where the heck do I live and where the heck do you live?? I live in Marsiling, which is really really really close to the Straits. So bye bye nice knowing you!

Therefore I shall wallow in denial.

I was just musing about life after death with Sarah, Atiqah and Han the other day. I am very scared because I am very good at scaring myself. What we are living now, is just a sliver of the rest of our lives. The big picture is, we are all going to end up with God one day, and from then on, we are going to live forever.

And THAT is scary.

The prospect of immortality after death is just so frightening I mean, all we have been believing is that we are going to die one day, and then we are faced with this live-forever destiny. Which brings me to question our existence in the first place. Are we living right, in preparation for it?

People are making movies out of the world coming to end. Are they really expecting it, have they accepted that the world will come to an end, or are they just making a whole big mockery out of it?

W'allahua'lam. Only God knows.

2005-10-23T05:00:00.000-07:00

2005-10-19T05:09:00.000-07:00

My deepest condolences to TraseOner for losing someone so special in his life. Ahahah yes no worries and I WILL offer as many prayers as I can. Much love.

2005-10-17T04:49:00.000-07:00

I know JCs are nice and all, but no way am I ever going to go to one. I just can't stand another two years of wearing a school uniform and learning the same things as in secondary school and PE and NAPFA! NO no cannot won't do.

So we went on a JC open house marathon, we as in me, zaHd, mas kambeng, syafs and adlin. First up we went to AJC, which was really rather boring. More Science focus and whatnot it sound eeriely like ASS cannot tahan. We upped and took our business elsewhere during the Principal's talk because it is really rather boring. Apologies for the rudeness, but it is really rather boring.

Then we went off to VJC, which had a much more fun atmosphere. There was free ice cream DAMN and the goodie bag had Twisties and Chupa Chups sob. There was a hell lot of activities stationed haphazardly around the campus and the hubbub made me dizzy. But it was fun, there was flying fox and whatnot.

After two JCs, I was beat. So we decided to go to one last JC, NJC.

Took a bus ride there. Man I think we spent what, half the day in a bus!

Okay, NJC is fucken huge. It is the hugest thing I've ever seen. It's built on a hill such that to get into the bulding and to places, you gotta climb up. And Crystal told us that the campus stretches to 100m in length. A hundred bloody metres?? Dafuck?? Giler sak.

I heard that and I really felt dizzy. Ahahah.

Well, we got a heck lot of freebies but I am still standing firm on my non-decision for JC.

Alah aku tak nak pergi sekolah esok!!!!

Translation: Damn I do not want to go to school tomorrow! ARGH!

Haha. Bluek.

2005-10-15T06:44:00.000-07:00

Please.

Sometimes, just when you feel like you've finally regained your strength, you turn against yourself and strip all that bravado away, leaving a vacant hollow.

You know when you feel the malignant ache in the deepest crevices of your being. You know when you feel the blood draining away, but all you see is blue. The stalagmites of hurt bite.

You got mojo yeah, yeah. Whatever.

2005-10-15T04:55:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, I feel that God has a way of dumping all the worst things that could happen to me, all at one time. Not that I'm grumbling or anything but gimme a break lah! Sheesh.

Nevertheless, I still have good times. With great company. Take Thursday for instance. Due to a sudden change [or abolishment rather] of plans, I ended up having so much more fun than I suspect I would have if the plans were to actually fall into place.

Me and Nas were moping around Taka after moping around Kino, not really knowing what to do where to go so we sat down.

I just LOVE the meanahchees. They saved us from that bout of aimlessness! We were so grateful we had this surge of inspiration fueled by a wanting to be nice, so we made them little presents and bought them a cheesecake yum.

Reached Shikin's house and lazed around while they cooked stuff. Damn the table was literally covered with dishes! There was chicken, fish, fries, nuggets and whatever else I probably didn't notice hehe.

I felt [and probably weighed] like a sack of rice by the time I finshed my plate. Was feeling rather high so I was cracking all these stupid jokes and I think I made them all have internal combustion. Sorreh! Can't help being funneh! Lol I was laughing my ass out because we were all crapping and bitching it was so funny if I wasn't eating I would have been rolling on the floor.

Then we washed up and watched Napoleon Dynamite. It was freaking hilarious! Napoleon is the dumbest nerd and the biggest loser I've ever seen! He is so fuck funny!

Well, I only watched half of it because it was already 9. Which was close to 10. Which means I had to get my ass home or I would never have to anymore.

I always feel sad to leave Shikin's because it is such a homey place. Hmmm but I ain't her cousin or anything so I guess *sob* there's always an end to all things good.

I will blog about today.... another time aite.

2005-10-12T05:59:00.000-07:00

1) My uncle once:
Ran away to Batam to marry his second wife.

2) Never in my life:
Will I snog a camel.

3) When I was five:
I had no titties.

4) High School was:
Shit.

5) I will never forget:
The moment I, I.. Uh. Cannot remember.

6) I once met:
A guy with his schlong bulging against his zipper.

7) There's this guy/girl I know who:
Gives blowjobs for free.
8) Once, at a club:
I saw Paris Hilton's underwear.

9) By noon Im usually:
Itching to get out of school or home.

10) Last night:
My bed rocked.

11) If I had only one dream:
I wouldn't want it to end.

12) Next time I go to church:
Yes and money will grow on trees and mushrooms on faces.

13) Angelina Jolie:
Can straighten up anything crooked.

14) What worries me most:
The lack of intellect in relationships nowadays.

15) When I turn my head left, I see:
The French Alps.

16)When I turn my head right I see:
The Gobi Desert.

17)You know Im lying when:
Me? Lie? NAH. Maybe when you start balding.

18) You know what I miss most about the eighties:
The prices.

19) If I was a character written by Shakespeare:
I would be a vamped-up Juliet who goes around digging gold from suckers like Romeo.

20) By this time, next year i might:
Oh yeah I can predict the future. My crystal ball is on emcee today. I'll get back to you later.

21) A better name for me would be:
Arooth Kaynier Desarue

22) I have a hard time understanding:
The attraction of FHM.

23) If I ever go back to school:
Maybe if I had left school already...

24) You know I like you if:
I drool all over you. Kidding, of course. I'd cu-- okay never mind.

25) If I won an award, the first person Id thank would be:
My parents. If not for them, I wouldn't have existed. Therefore, I wouldn't have gotten the
damn award.
26) Darwin, Mozart, Slim Pickens & Einstein:
Slim who?

27) Take my advice, never:
Turn gay.

28) My ideal breakfast is:
A jug of coffee.

29) A song I love, but do not have is:
Kasihnya Laila by Jin Bara

30) If you visit my hometown, I suggest:
You bring me to yours.

31) Tulips, character flaws, microchips & trackstars are all:
Nuts.

32) Why wont anyone:
Gimme a million bucks? Seriously.

33) If you spend the night at my house:
You'll want to spend a whole year, and then some.

34) Id stop my wedding for:
Pharrell Williams

35) The world could do without:
Paparazzi.

36) Id rather lick the belly of a cockroach than:
Eat it.

37) My favorite blonds are:
The ones on the DIY hair dye boxes. Spares conversation.

38) PAPER CLIPS are more useful than:
My ass.

39) If I do anything well its:
Cracking you up.

40) And by the way:
You have something hanging out of your nose. Gee you're gross.

2005-10-12T04:57:00.000-07:00

I see couples. Every-fucking-where!

And I feel like crap. Must have looked like crap too.

Man, I sound like a loser.

2005-10-11T04:35:00.000-07:00

I have to let this out.

On Sunday, when I came home from Orchard, I saw something I wish I didn't see. No, it wasn't a rhinoceros' dick, no. Although a rhinoceros' dick could have been much more uplifting.

Okay, I will be very serious and boring for this post because I am feeling very hurt. Not to mention sad, angry, confused and depressed. Eh, doesnt sound very boring all of a sudden, haha well all you voyeurs will have something to chew on after reading this.

So I alighted from the Mrt and started walking towards the escalator. And I saw this guy and this girl. I thought the guy was so familiar, like when you know someone for very long, and you can recognize how he or she looks like, even from the back and from a distance? Like, ding! Hey I KNOW that person it has got to be whoever-it-is I shall go and say Hi.

Then I realised the inappropriateness of that analogy because that person, I strongly suspected to be my boyfriend [ currently the ex ], was with a girl, and they looked real happy together.

I'm not saying that it's wrong for a girl and guy to look real happy together, but I thought it was abit wrong for him to be all alone with a girl I recognized to be his ex. How? I saw her Friendster profile, and a few other things I do not wish to mention here. Then he turned around. In my state of confusion, I looked away and didn't look back until I climbed up the overhead bridge.

They were out of sight. Gone. To where, I don't know.

All sorts of questions started bouncing off the walls of my head. See, I didn't want to jump to conclusions, so I called Shikin and Zahidah and started blabbing to them what I just saw please tell me what I'm thinking is not true tell me to stop getting angry and all that shit.

So I let myself calm down until about 6 in the evening. I asked him. In a very subtly way of course. And he denied. Then he sent me a rather revealing message, accidentally, I think I was the last person he wanted to be reading it. Something like him sending the girl and I saw and I'm going to slaughter him tomorrow.

You have no idea how I felt when I read the message. Well, I guess you could describe it as WHAT THE FUCK? Not an angry one, but a more confused one. The anger will come later.

He wanted to explain. It isn't what you think. We have to meet. Can we meet please? I have something I need to tell you.

I only felt one thing. Betrayal. I felt so sad. Then I analyzed the situation. Why should I feel sad? He lied to me. For all I know, he could have been lying to me about so many things. I felt like a gullible fool. I thought, Man this is not me. I am not a wuss.

What's the next most logical feeling of a person who had been betrayed? Yeah, anger.

I'm skipping a hell lot of long-winded messages from him, and some abrupt ones from me, because I don't see the need to repeat them here.

He desperately wanted to meet. And I desperately didn't because I honestly didn't feel like seeing his face. But he said he would explain. Fine.

Went to school with him this morning. It was a bloody mistake. I wasn't ready and my emotions weren't in check. Apparently he has been hiding that much from me, and more, which again I don't wish to repeat here. When I got to know that, rage just filled me up and blinded me out.

I was so fuck angry I just refused to speak to him and I was walking deathly fast. All I could think about was getting to school and away from this jerk. He tried to get me to walk slower, talk things out with him, hear him out.

I just couldn't. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I willed myself not to cry. I recoiled violently when he grabbed my bag, elbow, waist, hand, arm, whatever, to get me to stop.

I was scared to open my mouth, because I knew that if I did, I would probably regret doing so because I would probably have verbalised abuse at him, which I didn't intend to do. So I just kept quiet, and my distance.

Anger doesn't truly affect me often, but this time the feeling was so strong it was dizzying.

I just felt so hurt lah!

You may think I was being irrational. Why didn't you hear him out? Why didn't you say anything? Maybe he's really sincere, only you're not giving him a chance to explain himself.

I am human. You put yourself in my position. Then you will know.

I'm sorry for being such a bitch, giving abrupt answers laced with heavy sarcasm.

I told him to go back to that girl and live happily ever after. I said alot of mean things.

She got involved too. I told her to stop apologizing, for it will change nothing. I didn't say alot of mean things, but I was thinking some.

Apologies.

I don't hate anyone now, contrary to what he says. There ain't space in the world for hate.

But I feel damn rotten.

2005-10-09T05:04:00.000-07:00

Had a great great day out just now!

I met Shikin darling at Somerset at 1-ish. Why?

TREXI EXHIBITION! I love love love Trexis they are the cutest things! If you don't know what Trexis are, Hmmm go here : www.artvsts.blogspot.com

It was over at Cathay Cineleisure. They were all so dope can! Yeeeesh I want a bloody Trexi too but sigh no money. Shikin got one ahhhh one really nice one. She was real lucky because they came in boxes, and it was a random thing, like you don't know what you were going to get. And she got one that she wanted!

But then again, I wouldn't mind whichever one I got because they were all really nice.

And the personalized ones! Wowza! Done by artists all over the globe, including SG of course. KGB's one was super strong dope! I was so in awe, I could have pissed in my pants.

Hey I want my own toy collection too! I'll call them Titties. Heh.

Shikin was like, " Adult toy collection. "

I don't know about you but that sounded wrong. Haha!

Nas met us later. Red ribbons on her shoes! So nice.

Decided to watch Corpse Bride. It was a total impulse decision. And now I owe Shikin 9 bucks and 50 cents. Damn ticket prices.

The movie was lovely. Deliciously freaky. Tim Burton should be made a deity. Hahah! That all rhymed! Okay sorry.

The animation was superb, eeriely realistic, and maliciously dark. Scenes like when Emily rose out of her grave, was pulled off with an almost defiant panache. This is definitely different from cookie-cutter animation strips, for the underlying themes are really disturbing in a sense.

You gotta watch it to believe it! And zaHd, so sorry I didn't know we were going to watch it! Sorreh bebehh!

The ending is super sad. It was surprisingly touching, or maybe it was the fasting month I don't know, but I felt like crying. I mean, Emily's fate is really indeed very sad. I won't reveal anything, because I don't want to let loose any spoilers.

Hmmm, don't really feel like blogging anymore because something happened that totally spoiled my day. Trust me, you don't want to know. Ah, tomorrow, physics paper. Heck that man! Two more papers and we are free!

2005-10-07T04:51:00.000-07:00

I have the funniest thing to blog about.

So today after the EMath Paper 2, which was so lovely I LOVE MR CHAI for setting something I could do more than half of! Ooooh.

I don't think I can pass overally, but I feel rather happy because I know I did my best.

Chey bahhh.

Uh yeah, anyway, something funny... hmm.. ah yes.

Me, Ain, Husna and Nas went to Suntec City for the Body Shop warehouse sale.

There was this stupid saggyeggheadbiatch who suspected us of shoplifting!

Oh my! We were browsing innocently, toting our finds in our hands when she asked us, " Do you need a shopping bag for your things? "

I smiled, thinking how nice, and said, " Oh no it's alright. "

Then she stared at us funny. We walked away to the other side of the place and that idiot followed us you know. She followed us and was motioning frantically to the security like she was having pussy cramp. She signalled to the guard to keep his eye on us.

What the hell?

Like hello? As if we don't have enough money to stoop so low as to shoplift. This is obvious bias against school uniform! That stupid woman! I hope she really does get pussy cramp someday, like when she's fornicating with a goat or something.

Oh wow I am like, so totally stupid I will like, steal things at like, a warehouse SALE, with like, all these security guards around, and during like fasting month too! Like D-uh!

I swear, people like her are the ones giving the service industry in Singapore a bad name. So only working adults have the right to shop is it? Any one who enters wearing a school uniform is a shoplifter! Call the guards on them! Offer a plastic bag, if they refuse, then BAM OBVIOUS SHOPLIFTERS!!!

So we students are only supposed to carry like what, 50 cents to buy Chupa Chups while sitting next to longkangs trying to catch tadpoles? Do we not have enough class to patronize your shop?

Seriously. Bahh lousy salespeople. If she doesn't get pussy cramp, I will cramp her pussy for her, and even provide a goat for her.

Actually, that's not the funny part of the day. That has yet to come.

After that harrowing experience, we went to......... Toys R Us!!!!!

We went in and we were all kids again! Me and Nas were playing air hockey, Ain and I tried on these huge rubber wig things. They were so cute, there was this Afro one, a blond ponytailed one, a pink Jap-ish one and an Elvis one!

Then Ain put on this witch hat, and posed with a broomstick. Eh, witches now damn glam okay, their hat got glitter lah, got motifs lah, there are even neon witch hats. And they can customise the colour of their broomsticks too! Haha!

We were walking around and oohing and aahing at all the lovely toys damn I wish I was a kid again.

So there was this group of guys from duno what school. Obviously lower sec, shorts mah.

This girl came up to us and said something like, " One of my friends is interested in one of you. Not sure who. "

I was like, " Uh. Okay. Yah, so? "

She was like, " Just thought you'd like to know. "

So were we supposed to thank you or something?

Okay anyway they kept following us it was really rather freaky. So what do you do when you have a group of boisterous lower secondary boys on your trail?

Naturally, find an escape route.

So we went to the baby changing room thinking it was a toilet. Those damned guys were still following us. So we saw this white door which said " ESCAPE ROUTE! "

Okay lah it didn't say that.

It had a sign with a man going down a staircase, and the words level 4 or something, so we thought okay, let's take the stairs. The door was locked, but we could unlock it, so we did and went into this really scary stairway. There was a loud humming sound, like a generator and it was all brown-grey cement and white pipes.

We went in... and closed the door. I went down first. And I found that.. the door had no bloody handle. It could not be opened.

And guess what? The door we went in, apparently locked by itself.

We were trapped! Gasp!

Cey drama seh.

But it really did happen and we were piss scared haha we thought we were going to die in there. I found the whole situation rather funny, but the thought of dying in a dank stairwell in a shopping center proved to be unappealing, so I hurled myself onto the door and started yelling for help.

I got dust all over myself but what the heck, I got us saved!

Ceh konon heroine ah.

This real nice ang moh lady unlocked the door from outside and rescued us! She was so cool about it, " Oh now you can be happy again! "

Thanks lady.

Then we found the real toilet, mirrors and jambans and all, and went in to orientate ourselves. I think the whole thing didn't even last 5 minutes. And two of those bloody freaks who forced us into the damn thing in the first place were waiting outside! What the heck?

Funny!!!! Funny funny funny.

Stupidly funny.

Okay people, when you see a door in a shopping center which is locked, do NOT, I repeat, do NOT try and open it. It is locked for a reason. And it is not for people running away from stalkers to escape. Its either stalkers, or hysteria in a dark staircase.

Till next time. Tata titty tutu!

2005-09-27T05:21:00.000-07:00

I think all this revising is really bad for me. I am breaking out. IN PIMPLES! But not the ugly pus-filled ones lah thank God Almighty for that, just small ones.

What the heck! I'd rather be checked into a depression clinic than to suffer this sort of fate.

The school is making me hate myself. I have this nagging suspicion that all the revision I'm doing is useless. I am going to fail probably 6 subjects this time, then perhaps I will check myself in a depression clinic. But I still doggedly continue... and break out even more. So I will grow ugly and stupid. Sheesh.

I don't know.

I am having an unstable state of mind.

And I know it's causing concern in someone. But then again, that's questionable also. He seems so self-absorbed. No, that's not right. He does acknowledge my lack of enthusiasm for couple-ish things, but I can't talk to him. He won't understand. And when I say he won't understand, he'll get angry and accuse me of hiding things from him.

Sometimes I feel like slapping him and screaming," Get the fuck away from me! Is holding hands everything to you??? I hate you I hate you I hate you okay no lah not to that extent but yah you get what I mean. But I did mean the Get away from me Is holding hands everything to you part.

EH the guy who likes Olinda in Shooting Stars very CUTE leh!

I digress.

You know what, I don't care how white Sly's teeth are, I still think he looks ugly.

What the heck? Little India for a date? Gila kapa?? So tak glam can. Okay sorry BACK to the ISSUE ON HAND.

Which I don't feel like talking about anymore. Too personal to be broadcasted on the Net. That was just the... uh.. [ I don't want to use the phrase tip of the iceberg so overused already ] Maraschino cherry on a Swensen's Towering Temptation sundae.

I want to bitch about the school. I am starting to hate it more and more.

Firstly, the principal HAS to diss graffiti. She mentioned something about how the little things you do in life will affect how you productivise or something equally nonsensical and she quoted an example of how a certain Mayor in a certain state in a certain country managed to reduce the crime rate by removing all the graffiti from the trains and subways.

She says that the absence of graffiti gives the commuters a sense of security. And she calls the vandals "so-called artists".

In her narrow state of mind,

vandalism = graffiti

Hello woman you need to wake up your ideas!

I was so incensed I didn't even try to start opposing her verbally. Instead I kept it all in me and I got a headache. How hypocritical can people get?

There are graffiti pieces hung around the school, with your approval, and here you are condemning graffiti. The reason why those people did illegals was because they do not have a platform to practise their art. You gave us a platform, but was it sincere?

Plus, Mrs K told me that once the renovations are over, the graffiti pieces have to be taken down and thrown away. Either that, or repaint over and recycle them. And put them up where? The only reason we are doing graffiti now is because the school needs something to beautify the place while they are undergoing renovation. After that, I don't think we can do anymore.

And the principal is probably looking forward to that.

Another thing I am so pissed off about.

The fact that our school does not offer Art as an O-level subject. This really sucks.

So the niche is Science Research and Innovation. And what achievements have we achieved in that so-called niche? Hmmm?

The performing arts groups gave you Golds, with Honours too, and what do you do? You don't.

Instead, you give us a so-called brand-new Music Room which is not much bigger than the size of a classroom, which has to be shared by ALL the performing arts groups. Not even a decent auditorium with decent acoustics.

Instead, you splurge all the money on 8 Science labs, 8 SCIENCE LABS!!!!!!!!!!!! And close to a million smackeroos on Inspire Town, which I bet only 10% of the school will get to use anyway and I don't see what is so inspiring about it as it is located right opposite Physics Lab 1.

The reason why you don't offer Art? Not enough Art teachers.

Then hire more lah! So rich right???

And you give me Physics. Double Math. Encourage me to drop, yet make me sound like a failure for dropping.

Why don't you form a Science Club huh? And have weekly dissections of earthworms and forums on Newton's theorem every month.

Art lessons are wasted on kids who do not appreciate Art and make Mrs K chase them for artwork, therefore making the kids hate Art more. Although anyone who hates Art is a freak I suppose. No offence. At least appreciate, you don't have to do it or whatever.

Ah. Enough blogging.

2005-09-16T19:31:00.000-07:00

I HAVE been really revising! Oh my I am freaking even myself out.

I freaked Mr Lim out too. Haha. He was so dumbfounded when I told him that I did my 10 year series questions at home. Turning into a nerd, I am. But I am a nerd with a life. HAH.

Maths remedial with blue movie moonlighter Mr Jackie Lim was a total waste of time and a complete bore. He told us to do questions from the 10 year series under Algebra, which I have already done at home and proudly told Mr Lim about as abovementioned. And I did them with no problems except for this certain question.

So I asked the dear teacher how I was supposed to do it. And guess what he did?

He re-read the whole question for me with certain emphasis placed on certain words for I don't know what, and he asked me if I understood. No, because I already tried reading the question, and that didn't help me to understand.

Then he re-read it for me again, but this time asking if I understood after every line.

I think I know why he is a PE teacher, not a Maths teacher.

I have been going for French too. An hour late at least. Good right?

Except for the presence of these two filthy pieces of scum in my class who think they are so pretty and adorable they insist on making so much noise while flirting with Monsieur Chan.

They try to be bitchy ala Mean Girls when they see us but they only succeed in making themselves look like pigs. Trying to be female dogs.

They think we are disgusting.

They laugh at us.

They act pretty.

EH PLEASE LAH not only are you NOT pretty, you look like PIGS waiting to be slaughtered. You are UGLY. Get it? U-G-L-Y. Piggish.

And if WE are disgusting, what are you? Repulsive? Pieces of shit?

I swear my butt is prettier than your face.

EEyer.

That was a nice rant.

Over at zaHd's house now. Later we are going to MUG. Hahah. Will blog again tomorrow.

2005-09-11T02:25:00.000-07:00

I am such a freak!

Been staying at home to REVISE MATHS since yesterday.

OH no I am so not kidding you, neither are you dreaming. Stop slapping yourself. Stop it, I say.

I am, in fact, rather proud of myself because I managed to teach myself variations, a rather easy topic[now that I've grasped it], but one which I had no idea about AT ALL before yesterday. Also, I have drawn up a Math revision timetable with topics and subtopics to be revised at home everyday till the final year exam.

And I made myself formulae cards so I can read them on the MRT every day when I go to school.

Also I am quite confident about coordinate geometry now. Somehow the questions in the 10 year series seem so much more do-able than the questions mr lim gives us, or the ones in common tests. Which is good right? Since 10 year series questions are exact questions from past o-level papers...........

Currently revising graphs of functions or whatever you call them. The curved ones. Yep.

You all must be freaking out right now. Haha. Well, I'm turning into a nerd and proud of it! I guess my latest report slip is a major wakeup call for me. 5 out of 8 subjects failed? That's rock bottom man.

So tomorrow after school, I am staying back to study chemistry. Even if I have to stay back alone. And I'm really going to pay attention during lessons. And since there's no more drama on Wednesdays and Fridays, these days will be devoted to studying also. Hmmm. What other study times are there? Oh yes, recess! No more recess for me.

Man, do I sound happy or what? I don't know about you, but I feel really motivated to study this coming term. Maybe because the term is so short! Just two more weeks of suffering, and the chains will slacken! I can finally focus on art again. I love the world.

At least if I fail lesser subjects.

Wow, my conscience is sparkling clear today.

Lalalaladeedum.

And suddenly I have nothing to blog about. Hm.

Actually, looking at the current affairs internationally and globally nowadays, I should have alot to blog about. Obviously the most obvious event headlining publications everywhere is the Hurricane Katrina.

Yet another catastrophe to strip a whole city of what it essentially was. A city of smoky joints spilling with old soul and rustic culture. Funk and jazz permeates veins sweetly, flavouring individuals with that New Orleans feel.

To think it happened in the United States.

I thought the United States would be well-prepared in the face of disaster, man-made or natural. Furthermore, after the 911 incident, I expected them to be far less complacent of their actions than what I am seeing now. And what exactly is it that I am seeing?

Negligence, in the form of money not being allocated by the government to strengthen the city's levees, when it had been stated by experts that the aforementioned levees were not strong enough to withstand such a storm. Negligence also, in the form of the city not being evacuated earlier, when obviously them having such oh-so-high technology would actually enable them to at least expect such a storm.

And how could the federal officials have 'FORGOT' the FACT that a high percentage of New Orleans locals do not own cars, therefore were not able to leave on their own when such a disaster should strike. Like, HELLO? Excuse me? Do not give me the excuse that the federal officials are also human, they do forget things.

If you are qualified to be a federal official, to forget such a major fact involving a whole city, does indeed question your qualification.

And what the heck does a welfare state mean anyway? A charity case type city? Apparently the US prides itself on this welfarism thing, which I think is just a facade for them to appear all benevolent towards less fortunate citizens, when they are actually making these very citizens dependant on that system of welfarism, so much so that to live without it, is to not live at all.

I am guessing that this probably prevents internal conflict and/or civil wars, therefore making the country appear united.

My stand is, this is all BULLSHIT.

Political propaganda, at whose stake? The whole lot of them.

Of course, the citizens' suffering goes without saying but this also reflects one thing: shoddy leadership. Also, that Bush is the worst president ever. To refuse help? Damn fucking stupid.

Do they really think that just because the citizens are less fortunate, or live in utter poverty, that they become backless jellyfish and worship you? Do you really think so?

Obviously they will work real hard to even get a roof over their heads. And after slogging and pouring sweat, tears and blood into a place you call home, would you listen to what the government says? To leave everything you have in your life behind, to go someplace else 'for your own safety'? I mean, as long as the whole place does not have lava flooding it, and as long as there's no asteroid shower, but calm water deceptively concealing all your wordly possessions, of course you would stay.

You would stay to salvage whatever is left. You would stay to desperately struggle to find new ways of living in a place you would still call home, albeit battered by nature. You would stay to help others in need.

You would stay.

I bet these people are already used to living a rugged life, so what's a flood to them? All the pain, heartbreak and drama, are essentially far less than what they have been experiencing all their life.

Well, I can't go there and help fish dead bodies out of the water, or volunteer to help out in the shelters. And I hate myself for not being able to do so because te barriers I am facing are only a minute fraction of whatever struggles these people are facing now.

So I'll pray. It's the least I could do.

2005-09-09T03:09:00.000-07:00

Been going out till late for the past few days. That's why I didn't have time to update. Sorry ya. Uhhh, right, Tuesday.

Went to change my passport photo on Tuesday at the ICA building at Lavendar. Was supposed to go with my mum, but decided to go with Sarah instead, since we were going out to the 2/2 gathering later. Kicked myself real hard however, for not going with my mum because apparently, I had to be 16 and above to change my passport photo on my own.

This is total bullcrap lah, because first, they made me wait to see the immigration officer who was taking a really really really long time to get through ONE person, then my dad came and they made us wait again to change the passport photo.

The receptionist was like, "Oh you have to go to an interview room to talk to the immigration officer."

What?? An interview ROOM just to change my bloody passport photo??

As if I was going to run away from home or something. As if I was an illegal immigrant or something. I mean, if I could get to the bloody place in the first place, wouldn't I be perfectly well and sane enough to get a queue number, sit down and wait, then give my passport to the counter person and whatever legal documents she needs to see, then she can change my passport photo for me?

Huuurgggnnnhhh. Bodoh nak mampos.

My number was 49. The number being displayed was 41. I thought, okay, not so bad, so I waited. Then 5 minutes passed. Then 10. And it was still 41. A full 15 minutes, I daresay more, passed before the number changed to 42.

Then my dad came thank God and we waited for about another half an hour, then it was all over and done with.

Sarah wanted to go to AMK library to get some books but because of me, she couldn't. I'm sorreh!

We headed straight to YCK to get to Ian's house, and there were only Abel, Adil, Amelia [ damn what's with all the A's? ], Kel, Nat, Sarah, Han, Atiqah and me. Headed for Ian's house and promptly proceeded to get rather lost. I shall not blame Adil for leading us to god knows where because hey, everybody makes mistakes!

Finally we got to Ian's house, but not before having to trek through this huge field, with only a shoe-ridden dirt trail with tiles and glass poking out here and there as a path. I really respect my pumps for putting up with all the abuse.

Got there and Jerome and Ananda were gallivanting in the pool, while Isaac and ZY were struggling valiantly with the BBQ pit. Mavis and Xin Ru were lazing around watching them so I just grabbed a chair and plonked myself down.

I had NO idea Adil has a six-pack. No friggin idea. And his is like whoa.

Jerome, Ananda and Adil started to get really disgusting in the pool, by having this homo-erotic orgy thing, where all of them squeezed onto this tiny float thinger which is meant to carry only ONE person. Got lotsa interesting photos on Sarah's phone.

Had to go home early because I was heading off to Johor the next day.

The next day.

Dragged my sorry ass out of bed to report to school at 6.45 in the morning.

Hmm. I really hope she's not hurt by all the backlash she's been receiving. I do not deny that I've been part of it, but I sincerely hope that she will change for the better. Well, she can always count on us should she need any help.

The Johor trip was honestly, quite boring, save for great company. I think if it was a family trip I would have dropped dead with my tongue lolling out, but with the presence of all them coonies, the trip is significantly better than what it could have been.

I think half the trip was spent in a bus. Lol. But a nice, roomy bus though.

Went to eat at this place which is really rather familiar but duno what's the name. Shared mee goreng with Kinnie. The mee was yummy. Really! Like Magic Wok, but spicier and with better service.

Then we headed to Kota Tinggi Museum. Which is quite interesting. Yah. Um. Learnt a fraction more about Malay culture. I really hope Asnah forgets about the 'project' that we are supposed to have. She can't give us a project! We have final year exam in two weeks!!!

Shit I simply had to mention that.

AHEM ANYWAY MOVING ON.

Then we went to Kota Tinggi Waterfall Resort or something like that. Oooh my the waterfall looks oh so gorgeous!

But EEE swarming with Mat Malaysia. G-rooss.

The food was nice, very kenduri-ish. Everything there is so Malay, buay tahan!

Then we went to this desolate shopping mall for our bleargh shopping spree. Actually not bad, I got myself a chunky black bangle and a pair of oldschool shoes. Super cheap shit man. But the Minah Malaysia ah, kept staring at us like whaa.

I swear I felt like shitting in their faces if they didn't stop staring. Like hello? YOU, staring at US?? Actually that's perfectly understandable, because you obviously don't get these wonderful celestial beings gracing your um, hut, every day.

Kaya Balls! Wahahaha Adlin you are super sick. She said it looked like a cut off thing. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Because it really did.

Khairi and Haikal got harassed by minah madrasah! LOL-ness!

How fucking funny is that? These two girls, in full madrasah garb, came running after them and went like, "Anderson? Anderson sekolah maner ah?" Stupid, stupid girls. Singaporean guys are too good for you, so fuck off. Funny shit man.

Then we went to GIANT! I love Giant the place is huge!

But I only bought keropok, thanks to Siti's utmost generosity. I was out of money. So pathetic.

The rest REALLY went shopping. Tees and flipflops and food, food and more food. Crazy shit.

Reached school at around 9. Was planning to go Orchard, but decided against it because I really needed sleep. Going out again the next day. Reached home and found my family immersed in a game of Monopoly. Weird. Monopoly at 10 pm?

So yesterday me and Siti went to school to get our homework in prior order. Or so we were planning. I basically copied down all the Maths homework with no real intention to complete it, and did half of Chem. Panicked for a while because I thought I lost my black file.

I CANNOT LOSE IT because all my certs are in there, together with the $200 Nippon Paint voucher so I was screaming in desperation when I ripped apart all my boxes looking for the damn thing. Then found it in Syafs' box! What the heck! LOL. Funny sia.

Left at 12 something. Zahidah had no voice at all so she went home. I headed to Nas' house because she was cooking! And if Nas is cooking, it means CANNOT MISS!

Haha.

Actually we were planning to go to an art exhibition at The Utterly Art Gallery called 'Pardon My Icons' where three artists' work were featured. And one of them was yup, Sufian Hamri aka Trase One, the other two being Herman Salleh and Ezzam Rahman.

Cordially invited by the man himself, through SMS no less, I knew I had to go.

Basically the exhibition is about what an icon is through the eyes of these three artists. Describes as an absolute of style, something that makes us feel glamorous, wonderful and beloved, something that we wish to worship, belong to, or own. The three artists themselves are described as belonging to a generation whose youth has been marked by prospering consumerism, the growing influence of media and the Internet.

They have come up with their own answers to the representation of icons. From Ezzam's chic, formal figures to Herman's playful and provocative social commentary to the repititive simplicity of Sufian's works, each provides responses to which society provides its own multiple icons.

Ripped that off the invite. HAHA. And you thought I came up with all that on my own? Nah, it was written by Kartini Bte Saat, resident curator.

This is the first time I've been invited to a chi-chi showcase, so I didn't know what to expect.

The place was at Chinatown. Got to Chinatown alright, but we couldn't find the place and became hopelessly lost. Wahahaha. Trase One to the rescue! Albeit laughing. He laughed at me! The hell... I know I sounded rather bimbotic because I'm bad at directions. But still.

Finally we found the place! He fetched us from this big junction. And brought us there. A rather charming place I must say. Elim Chew was there, she looked through my blackbook!

The space was spartan, with a white sofa being the only piece of furniture. The walls were white, and the aircon set to a chilly low.

Trase's works were superb as usual, with the lowest being priced at $300? Yeah. So cool right. Basically his was tags being put on canvas. I found it repetitive, but not simplistic though. There's a hidden complexity within the tags, like every one of them was shouting out to you, grabbing your attention. He is SUCH a narcissist. Lol.

I particularly liked the one entitled Streeterminology, where he tagged lots of street slangs on this big piece of black canvas. It was really nice, in the sense that from every angle you turn, a different colour grabs your attention, enabling you to identify another word. Strange thing is, he had my block number on it, also my email address. Wahahahaha. Funnnnny.

Ezzam's works were basically trophies made out of foam with a cement base. On the trophies he painted on people, who reminded me of the oldies fashion catalogues. From his works, I get the impression that he makes ordinary people into icons, physical icons we can hold and feel in the form of a trophy. I like.

I LOVE love love Herman's works. He used lacquer, glitter and paint to form near abstract pieces which really grabbed my attention. His is more of teen culture, featuring music and mass media. The use of glitter is absurdly marvelous I LOVE IT!!!

You have to see it to believe it. Drop by if you're free. It's at Utterly Art Exhibition Space, 208 South Bridge Road #02-01. Take MRT to Chinatown and walk past Hong Lim Complex.

Had a nice long chat with Trase. Haven't had a conversation in which we didn't talk a hell lotta cock in a long time.

Me and Nas felt totally inspired we want to have our own exhibition! LOL.

Hopefully soon.

2005-09-05T02:32:00.000-07:00

Feeling rather hyper today.

Must be because of yesterday. Competition held at Woodlands Sports Complex [eee so tak glam]. Had to report at 8.30 in the morning, but we arrived 20 whole minutes early because my dear Daddy sent me there. He insisted on me getting something to eat so I bought a whole loaf of choc chip bread hah take that. Plus three bottles of apple aloe vera juice.

Reached the place and it was swarming with MATS. I thought it was a MUIS event so why the hell are there so many mats???

THEN I found out why. There was a football tournament thinger organised also. Ahhhh no wonder. We were looking about desperately for someone we knew and there was no one so I smsed Newa asking him if he was there already. And he called me, and I told him I was there already and he was like WHAT?? There already??

Apparently it's abnormal to be early. Ahaha. Ahem.

Then we saw Locase. Like finally a familiar face.

Oh we stashed our cans under the stage because we didn't want to lug them around. Hahah my Dad lah anyhow sorok.

Then Tech came lugging this HUGE bag. I don't know how all these people can lug huge bags all over the place, even if they contain cans because I can't. For nuts.

He looked so cute lah carrying that bag because it simply swallowed him up. I suggested bringing a trolley next time. Will help his back also.

Eh, good idea ah? Bring a trolley. Style what.

Then there was a briefing, and we started work. We all had to locate our boards, which were the same size as Street Fest 05 ones and ours was opposite Tech's, out in the open. There were the damned lucky ones who had theirs under tents.

I swear the sun was out to kill us. The heat was bloody unbearable! I'm not the type to complain, but really, my shit was boiling.

There was a small tree behind us and we kept running to take cover under it. I love trees!

Then would you believe it?? It rained. Ridiculous right. At first it was just a drizzle, hujan panas. Then it stopped for a while. Then this fuck of a storm hit us. Poor Sher, she came down to support us and got stuck in the storm with us.

It was kind of funny, because we were scrambling to get all our stuff under the tentage before they got wet. But it didn't matter in the end because the whole place got all flooded and muddy. The mud was like, ankle high man.

Well, another competition with less than satisfactory conditions. But what the heck lah, anything for graff.

There were a few boards that came tumbling down because the wind was so strong. See I'm not exaggerating when I say storm. And a damn fucked-up storm it was. Lasted three whole hours.

At last me and Nas couldn't stand seeing our piece screaming to be finished we went out in the rain, which was so much lighter by then, to finish it. People were looking at us like we were mad cows, but I couldn't give a second fuck so whatever. The rain made it such that there was this whole fine splattered effect around our keylines, which kind of worked surprisingly.

There were water droplets coated in paint all over the place. Had fun popping them. Thought everything was going fine. Till I looked at my shoes.

They were fucking BROWN!!!! My lovely lime green pumps turned brown!!!!! AAAAAAARGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry bimbotic moment right there.

But really, the mud is so disgusting it looked like SHIT. Pity Nas' shoes especially. The beautiful drawn sneakers. The mud totally coated the canvas till everything turned brown and the drawings were rendered invisible. Eeyer.

At least my shoes were wipeable. Hers had to be scrubbed. Tsk.

Reminded me of HipHop Fest 04. Muddy shoes.

Speaking of which, what's the story for this year's HipHop Fest this year??? Anyone knows? I heard it's going to be held at Suntec Convention Hall, that's all. Nothing else.

And my KitKat bag. Totally destroyed. Washed it and now it's all faded. The tragedy!

At least we finished the thing, not left it hanging. Some people went back home because their planks were too wet to sprayed on anymore. Such a pity ain't it.

Yeah, made some new friends. Haha. JJ especially. Besotted with Sher. Never mind, let him be.

There were some really ill pieces. Giler nyer orang. Buat lawa sangat.

Trase came down, walked around, sat down. Hey it all rhymes! Lol. Liked his jacket.

There were two other all girl crews. In my really frank honest and brutal opinion, I think they need much more improvement. Basic fundamentals not there, yet already using cardboard and tape techniques. And it was a hell lot of cardboarding and taping there, which was really rather unnecessary.

Don't get me wrong, it's great that more girl crews are coming out. But basic skills, people!

There was this girl who was graffing in a skirt. Like, a real short skirt. Sorry to say, meluat aku. I ain't being sore about about having to fold up my pants and getting my eyeliner all smeared and getting drenched in the rain, but there are times when it's perfectly fine to be vain, but not when doing graff please. There are always other opportunities to look pretty.

Hahah I must have looked like shit but I couldn't care less.

My mum is so lovely, she came and brought chicken rice for the both of us, plus big towels. I was frozen all the way up my arse.

We got certs of participation, so it wasn't too bad. Plus, I think ASG are improving in terms of speed, but we need to wake our ideas up, because we're becoming too stereotypically feminine.

Which isn't what we're aiming to be. I think.

Had to lug home all the leftover spraycans. Carried two plastic bags of cans each. I felt like a deadweight was hanging from each of my arms. Bumped into Trase along the way to Marsiling MRT station. Being the usual lameass that he always is. But then again, he wouldn't be Trase if he wasn't a lameass, get what I mean?

Well, I don't really care if I win this competition or not, I think this one has given ASG more exposure, which is good. And it has upped our endurance. Which is also good. I think I need to get 10 more pairs of pumps.

2005-09-03T06:11:00.000-07:00

Can I be 12 again? I miss primary school. Life was so full of fun, joy and laughter back then. Now we are all ridden with standards to keep, rules to abide by and reputations to preserve.

I fully accept that, however, as part of the maturing process. I understand that it is not right for a 15-year-old to find Pepsi Cola 1 2 3 fun anymore. Grudgingly I pay for thrice the amount I would have paid for a decent meal in primary school, for an oily plate of shit.

High ponytails and fresh, non-oily skin every morning, without worrying about how clear my complexion will be when I wake up, how many flyaway hairs I will have, and how dark my eye bags will be.

In the earlier years I carried a Sailormoon backpack, complete with a pull out handle and wheels so I could drag it around when it’s too heavy. Later I got myself my first slingbag, and I haven’t turned back since. Throw in a couple of unfortunately minah-ish totes, and there you have my daily luggage.

Fuck minahs.

I would recoil in horror if I heard someone uttering a swear word, like shit or something. Now here I am cursing and swearing myself with uncouth glee. Yes, my mouth is about as virtuous as a one-night stand but hey, who the fuck cares? Show me someone who doesn’t curse and I will eat shit. And your twelve month old nephew/niece/cousin/hamster doesn’t count. Neither do any holy people.

The canteen was wonderfully rustic, with oldschool wooden benches and coin payphones in the corner. The fans spun lazily, creating a laidback atmosphere. I could sit there forever.

BUT the school had to change its vicinity, half the teachers that I knew and loved retired, and the security guard had to be so anal.

I didn’t realize how much I missed the old gang, until we met at the front gate. It wasn’t the whole bunch of us, but it felt like it all the same. Me, Sher, Basyir and Shakir were still tight, but the rest of them had a tinge of awkwardness about them.

Flashback to afternoons spent eating 10 cent popsicles under the void decks, watching the guys play soccer and screaming our asses off playing block-catching.

We’ve all grown and changed, but the memories still stay fresh.

The guys have grown so bloody tall lah. Except for Shazni. He was this irritating arse who simply irritated the fuck out of me when we were in p6, but now, he is rather cute, I must say. He is still ever so short, but he now looks like one of those quiet intellectuals with Rooster-esque hair, super thick specs, a penchant for heavy metal and can play the guitar like whaaa.

And damn, does he look good with braces.

Don’t get me wrong, I have no romantic feelings towards him because he is a good primary school friend.

I don’t think I can ever have a romantic connection with anyone from my primary school because it would be too funny. I mean, I’ve seen them before puberty struck, and the hilarious memories would still be stuck in my head. Seen them before they grew to be these gorgeous people, and I will always remember them THAT way, not the gorgeous way.

How could a guy smell that good?

This guy from ACJC. Came over and sat at the canteen table next to mine. I caught a whiff of him and oh my I almost swooned on the spot. It should be illegal to smell so good. Imagine Pharell, with Snoop Dogg’s voice, and that smell.

Whoa. Pure, unadulterated sex appeal.

Gawd, I’m starting to sound scarily unsound.

Much like someone I know, in fact, we all know.

I didn’t know Woodlands Primary School produced so many hot guys. Seriously. Super hot. But all from neighbourhood schools, save for that ACJC one.

That day was also Be Yourself Day in Anderson Secondary School.

Or what the school assumed to be BYD anyway. First and foremost, we had a theme. Honestly, why bother? Vibrant school colours. Vibrant my ass! The colour of my shit is way more vibrant.

And there was this whole long list of donts. Just like for the class tee. A whole damned list.

Why, during the one day where we all look forward to let our hair down in school for a couple of hours, are there rules? Does any instance of freedom in Anderson have to be marred with dos and donts? Can we not be ourselves without being regulated by regulations we do not even deserve to be subjected to? And school colours. What is this obssession with school colours?

Are they not satisfied enough with looking at us suffocating in the school uniform every other full school day?

Three words. What the fuck.

If I were God, I would kill every single person on the management committee.

So much for student welfare. Shitty classrooms, shitty food, shitty celebrations. What more do they want? What sins have we committed?

How could the councillors have agreed? To the theme? To everything???

What happened to building the bridge between teachers and students? What happened to being the voice of the students? Whatever happened?

If I wasn't such a good persevering student, I would have quit school a long time ago and gotten myself married to a rich man. And have him many children. Whom I will never, ever send to Anderson Secondary School. I will send them to art school and mould them to be artistic intellectuals who defy the standards of Singaporean life.

Then I will visit Anderson smacking of money and culture, and have them all shitting in wonder and amazement that I actually survived without the tyrannical moron of a school which is ASS.

Scary incident in the train just now.

Got harassed by this whole group of, to be kind, rebellious guys. I'm talking about hardcore rebellious here. Tattoos swirling around arms and legs and necks and god knows where else, piercings here there everywhere and vividly dyed hair.

They got in at Woodlands, where everyone else in the carriage HAD to get off at, leaving me all alone. So they came in all noisy and gregarious and sat down. Then the guy right next to me started staring at me. Oh my so much for subtlety. I was feeling rather anxious so I turned away from him. He was still looking that stupid moron.

Then he wanted to tap me on the shoulder, but his friend was like," She's scared you stupid ass" and they all burst out laughing. Whaaa. I put on my most nonchalant face, despite being scared stiff by all those jantan sundal, and I got up and waited for the train to reach Marsiling. Which thakfully did so soon.

I'm very tired, too tired in fact, to feel the tiredness. It's more like a numbness. Lack of sleep perhaps.

And there is a competition tomorrow. Pray hard for ASG please.

2005-08-30T06:23:00.000-07:00

Yeah baby I'm all set with a new blog, a new skin and whatnot. Get ready to weep because I AM BACK!

Contacts are the best invention of Man ever since he started shaving and Newton had an apple clobber him on the head. Next to air-conditioning and escalators anyway. Not forgetting contraception!

I got plain contacts, thinking that coloured ones seem rather passe. What, misty grey or sparkling blue or bewitching green? No thank you.

So all you people who have worn contacts all your life are probably thinking, big deal.

I AM A CONTACT LENS NOVICE, SO SUE ME.

Huh. At least I managed to get them in after a mere half an hour okay!

Will grace the blogosphere with my presence later. I have to go get my sleep.

2005-08-30T06:21:00.000-07:00

Testing. Are we set to roll out???