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August 6, 2005

~flapjacks!

~flapjacks! Posted at 10:47 AM

Yesterday I felt like a good human being. Yes. I suppose that doesn't come by very often 'cos I felt the distinguishable feeling.

There was this friend of mine whom I have been feeling sorry for recently. I hear things and they weren't very nice. Not pretty. I wouldn't know what I'd do if I were in her situation. Nobody deserves to be in her situation. Not now, that is. I mean, especially not now.
-So there was that once upon a time just after the debate season, we had this clash where we both projected mean stuff against each other just for the sake of having something to throw back. This friend was at the time, not happy with where me and 'the others' were. I think it's fair to put it as envy for want of a better term. I was being...I dunno, defensive? Yeah. But after a while I chose to stay away and then a while after that, I realise we could talk like fire is water and mountains are plains. Not talked it through but acted as though all was forgotten. Then yesterday, she came up to me and apologised and I couldn't help at feeling not gratitude, but a wholesome feeling of heartfelt sympathy. YES I HAVE A HEART. I didn't need an apology, honest, and with that thought for a long moment yesterday, I just felt like a good person. I felt good for not putting this person in debt with me whatsoever, and that there was no absolute need to. If there's any way howsoever I could lend 2 helping hands instead of one, I would.

Then, there's a little girl, 13 I think, at our school whom a friend of mine pointed to some time ago. Apparently she is vocally impaired. Sweet and innocent Syuhada I've seen walking around the school just before classes on her own, looking clueless and all. No friends because her case is that she can't project any louder than a raspy whisper so no way of speaking properly with the other normal girls around. It's some thought to think of yourself of a capable saviour in all dillemas and crises but there goes my sorry-felt sympathy.

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ANYhoo.....

TODAY'S MY KID BRO'S 13TH BIRTHDAY!!!.....

And I 'ant gorr'im anyfin yet so ima ask me aunt to take me out to shop in a bit.

I lovelovelove my brother sosososo frikkin' much. And not just because it's his birthday but I'm proud to be his big ever-reliable sister.

This morning I watched footie with him and our cousins. I love footie but the last proper game I watched was 2 years back and am always complaining his hogging the sports channels so there I was being a negotiable sister. I reeeally admire my kid bro because he's talented in things I can't gloat about much. Like being a junior school bowler, he can golf while I can only drive the buggie around the green

, he runs, plays footie, basketball, and other shit, and smart, so my job is to make sure he gets himself a proper girlfriend one day and not any underrated bimbo, LOL.

Which brings me to my next point...I know I've talked about my sister more than usual these days about those I shouldn't've complained about...much. Well here I take half of'em back and shall solemnly declare that nobody is ALLOWED to diss my sister accept me, so shut it. I abso-friggin'-lutely mean it. Lay-it-off. If you don't like what you see or feel keep it to yourselves as of now because as much as I whine how I'm unhappy with her sometimes I shall be as much, or even MORE defensive when anybody bitch and moan about her especially if you were the one whom snitched on me to her and gotten me into a HELL lot of mess and thus whine about her. Once again, you know who you are, but I don't, and I promise ya you will be seeing daylight but no pretty ones once I find out who your self-less being is.

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO:::::::

~GOH YOKE MUN 1ST AUGUST!!
-The other day, we bought a surprise novelty cake for Syafiqah and
asked her to dig in along and naturally.........she digged in HALF of it with the cake knife.....silly kid.

~SHARON YEE MEI SHING 4TH AUGUST!!
-Ima get ya smth, promise!

....and some other birthdays later on in August.

Later am going out with parents to get prezzies for bro and aunt Marsha's belated birthday and cakes and barbecue stuff and more food and OOO PASTA!!!.......for the party this evening.

I love food.

It is amusingly amazing how I've misplaced/left/forgotten my wallet for the past 3 years of its happy existence but never yet not met its expiration YET. LOL. I left it in the physics lab last tuesday and delayed my claim for it until......the stupid lab assistant passed it to the godforsaken disciplinary teacher.

. Ima get lectured about responsibilities next week when I decide to pay her a visit.

.....tbc. Have a nice weekend, beautiful people!!!

go nuts

August 9, 2005

Al- Fatihah

Al- Fatihah Posted at 06:12 PM

My mum once told me, that sometimes if one is to die at childhood, that is because God loves him too much to let him go on in this wretched mortal world. That He knows one's fate of becoming a sinner if he is to reach adulthood, therefore, the child faces redemption earlier than what most would reckon the 'expiring age'.

Some millenia ago a prophet once said while holding a dead child in his hands, "...and I killed this innocent little boy playing in the courtyard for God had told me he doesn't want to see this young servant of His grow up to be the murderer of his own father, his own flesh and blood, that he was fated to one day become....."

It's a scary thought how big of an impact sudden heavensent reminders like this stuns people. How events can poke a hair-thick hot iron rod into your bum and you jump a mile high just like that. It's a scary feeling to think you have the right to go, "heh,...yeah..." everytime someone taps on your shoulder going "Hey, was that the guy...? -oh hey, I heard.... -is it really true?........" every so often. My debate teacher even interrupted our English class today to confirm with me whether it was really for real what she read in the papers. Funny though how some chose to turn the talk-o-the-town into a celebrity-ish gosssipy issue. It's an even scarier thought to know we all can still step on firm ground, feel hungry stomachs, get severe migrain and sleep on it and feel all better the next day.

This takes me off the thought f posting nice things abouit my lovely weekend...not that I'm complaining.

Sesungguhnya Allah menghidupkan dan mematikan. Semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat dan ditempatkan di kalangan hamba-hamba yang soleh.

Amin.

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August 10, 2005

You disgust me.....bliegh.

You disgust me.....bliegh. Posted at 06:39 PM

This is RICH.

This is majorly rich.

Oh right, I was supposed to do it I could do it, God-help-me I WANTED to do it but I ain't gonna do it anymore, am I??? Why's that, cos I had the chance to do it and I was gonna plan out how I was to do it but now after all that, after all the support I'm getting by the small tribeful I'm NOT bloody GOING TO THE PLACE where I was supposed to DO it anymore cos I don't wanna have to do it on my own or I could just be using this as a pathetic excuse thus rejecting my possible claim to a pioneership for crying out loud.

Why shouldn't I do it? It's MY possible hit of humiliation.....probably the biggest I'd've ever planned FOR myself.....probably resulting the degredation of my local social status like por eternidad.....probably giving me a one-way ticket to an unbearably looooong and a very, very slow turn of events that would see the end of me only after 220518 reruns.....no I shouldn't have thought about doing it.

The heck with that, I SHOULD BE LOOKING FORWARD TO IT.

Oh dang, I swear to god nothing could despirit me until it's not happening anymore. Until I'm NOT LETTING it happen anymore.

And for once I'll say I'm such a wuss.

And I want to become an ambassador..........

Today at recess

Me: Hey, do me a favour.

Friend: Hmm?...

Me: You've got'ta ask me a question, my question, okay?

Friend: Mm...

Me: OKAY??

Friend: OKAY ler.....ptsk.

Me: After me, "Aimi, do you want to be an ambassador or do you want *sweets?"

Friend:...........'Aimi, do you want sweets?'..

Me: You're not following instructions, let's try that again....."Do you want to be an ambassador or do you want sweets??"

Friend: ..................

....DO YOU WANT AMBASSADOR OR SWEETS????!!......

Me: ...*rollseyes*, don't ask stupid questions, *friend, A-DUH i want SWEETS.....ptssskk..!

Friend: *smacks forehead*

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Today I was unmercifully moaning to some of my pals time and time again about my craving do-it-why-dontcha condition and I'm SO sorry but this is just in again......

I MISS 'IT'.

........you hopeless little sap-sack.

blah.

go nuts

August 13, 2005

Liquorice Allsorts

Liquorice Allsorts Posted at 10:49 AM

On THE YELLOW KANCIL.

- no it is not a car.

- no it is not MY car.

- I don't like yellow.

- I don't like KANCILS. *rollseyes*

- yea, it's a person, but so what.

- it's no one I'm hiding and nobody you....yes YOU don't know. You think you don't but really....you do.

Suddenly the world's turning suspicious. I mean, hey, is it a stereo-type now that whatever I tell some people I have to tell every other Dick and Jane too? Word goes around but I don't like the thought of myself as being this little prick who gloat about every peculiar thing that happens to her 7 days in a week. Sooner or later, people will find out, and when that time comes maybe I won't regret anymore. Just not now.

I wanna be suspicious of people too, this is unfair.

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Haze. Pretty scenery. Just like winter solstice in Windermere, early dusk and late dawn, only with lots of dustand friggin HUMID...

If it worsens here, I dunno where we'll keep-safe our rabbits......poor ickle babies...

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Malaysia is a developping country. But Malaysia is a country which thinks she's far developped than every other developping countries. There is no middle gorund. The rich gets effing richer and the poor gets poorer. One sunny day there will be a biiiiiig valley in between the wealthy and the poverty-stricken the size of a Swedish fjord. Poor Malaysian people have been lied to time and time again regarding how well-modernised we are with pretty state-of-the-art technologies an other cyber-cum-vision2020 ante-effects. I am appalled however at say the medical sector, whereby the instruments used are 10 years old as recognised by many non-locally graduated doctors. I remember one time when an ISC doctor was asking with absolute wonder, "Where did you get this?....." when my bro showed him an asmathic's volumetric inhaling tube that he got for absolutely free from sheffield's children's hospital back then. The typical fund raising campaigns or as such I've ever heard of here are MESRA for cancer and blood drives and all those common shit. The point is, Malaysia only runs with help when someone cries and only when someone cries. All them truckload of money are to repair little cracked hinges of the Petronas Towers or add another Bentley to the ex-prime minister's son's collection or organise another annoyingly colourful parade for the Citrawarn a just to impress tourists. This is just like the story of Pak Pandir where he tends to guests more and leave his own kids to starve to death. The news focuses on an old lady and her old husband living in a rickety old shed in some pedalaman area not known to the rest of the country living on forest shoots and fish and what the nice family from a neighbourhood down the road gives them,.....only and only when someone reports it to TV3. There are probably thousands more citizens like that but does ayone bother to find out, oh NO, the prime minister's pretty green house in Putrajaya has a leakeage in one of its 100 bathrooms! We must import the most expensive set of platinum plates of the highest quality from Norway to fix it so that they won't ever again sulk in vain!! The mayor of Ipoh wants to turn the city into a cyber-city in conjuction with its twin-city Fukuoka. HELLO?? Reality-check but in case you haven't noticed, we can't even get a proper rubbish collection system, proper ssidewalks, proper bus system, and bloody local drivers don't even know what they should do at zebra crossings!! *rollseyes*. This country is governed by hypocrits. Lots will retaliate to this, but like I effin care. If I could live anywhere else in the world I would. Like I said, chuck me in sand-stormy Abu Dhabi for all I care or even...*shrugs*...Finland, god knows why as long as it's elsewhere. PLUS, Finland is the capital of coffee-drinkers. Sweet!

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I.....LOVE.....P.E.

I love ball games.

I mean litterally ball games.

Caryn, Fairuz, and I signed up for hardcore 3 on 3 netball tournament and we're gonna kickass. We already beat a team of TALL people, of Ummu, Cass and the okay-okay tall Yoke Mun so, hah!

Lol.

And I LOVELOVElove bowling. Last week I scored a triple-strike. =)

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I dislike wannabes. I find it.....irritable disgusting when I ask a Malay person a question in MALAY and he/she answers back in English looking at me like I'm this clueless little nobody. Not to judge but not much of an English conversationalist either. I mean, hello? Again, There's no necessity in being a frikkin' double-standard of a show-off, I've seen better. If you're a Malay then act like one during times when it is most suitable that you do.

.....and I also dislike those who brag about their uncles and cousins who just came back from oh-I-don't-know NORTH POLE bringing back a box of candy canes or a giant jar of eggnogs from Santa's factory or a third cousin just arriving from Moscov with a lock of Rasputin's hair to an extent that they story tell as if they themselves were actually there. Fine, yes, tell us, I'd love to hear about you uncle, but not about how many times he called you up from Trafalgar Square describing the pretty pigeons eating peanuts around his feet or of the many times he said the satrue of Julieta at Verona looks exactly like you. Yeah, hi, all the while you were right here, in home-ground, get real?!

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Am gonna post pictures tonight but log-in to your accouts cos it'll be a friends-only post then,

Have a gorge weekend, everyone!!

go nuts

August 19, 2005

nougaliciousss!.....

nougaliciousss!..... Posted at 11:18 AM

you know the wonder of a gorgeous Mars Bar?

.......lots and lots of caramel, yes.

but!.....

.....like my other favourites~ Toblerones, Milky Way, Snickers, and et cetra they all contain..........

NOUGAT.........

j'aime nougat tres bien?....

or something like that, lol.

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Had lots to write about........but forgotten. So i'ma post pictures and remember later....

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JUNIOR MEMBERS OF CINQO CIENCIA UNO!!!!!

This'll be one of the 3 class pages for 5Sc1 in the next yearbook but the other two......don't think i should, wait till the next issue!!!

"We look up for inspiration, down for concentration, left and right for recognition!"

........more like 15 years later. LOL.

...go play spot the baby.

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August 21, 2005

.....stuff it.

.....stuff it. Posted at 11:47 PM

I bid the world...........

STOP INTERROGATING ME!!!!!!

What in God's beautiful name ever happened to asking nicely and politely the way I like it?...

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August 22, 2005

Myth-Busted. -and a delicious one too =)

Myth-Busted. -and a delicious one too =) Posted at 06:25 PM

Deep-fried Mars myth is dispelled
[BBC News|UK|Scotland|Friday, 17th December]

Deep-fried Mars bar are on sale right across Scotland
The deep-fried Mars bar is alive and well in Scotland with more than a fifth of chip shops serving up the delicacy.

A study by NHS Greater Glasgow found 22% of Scottish take-aways had the foodstuff on its menu and another 17% used to sell them.

Researchers surveyed 500 chip shops and found children are the main buyers, with one shop selling up to 200 a week.

The first report of battered Mars bars being up for sale appeared in the Scottish Daily Record in August 1995.

Scotland has had a reputation as the home of the deep-fried chocolate for many years and it has become something of an urban myth outside of the country.

"We can now confirm that there is no doubt, the deep-fried Mars bar is not just an urban myth."
Dr Morrison,
Greater Glasgow Health Board.

But the findings of the health board has proved they are actually for sale.

The shops they interviewed also reported they have been asked to deep-fry Snickers, Creme Eggs, and pizzas in the past.

Dr David Morrison, consultant in public health medicine, said, "We live in Scotland but we'd never actually seen deep-fried Mars bars for sale.

"We thought they might be fictitious. But the Scottish diet is a major health issue and it's important to know what the facts are.

American mention

Dr Morrison and his colleague Dr Mark Petticrew decided to conduct the survey after they received a recent mention on US television's NBC Tonight Show with Jay Leno.

Their study is published in the December issue of the medical journal the Lancet.

The Mars bar was first produced in 1920 by Frank and Ethel Mars in Tacoma, Washington, in the US.

It was locally named the Milky Way bar but called the Mars bar in Europe.

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So I was watching Bob's World (gotta love the bloke

) on Travel and Living, and he was at rainy, piercing cold, brutal Glasgow. I didn't get to go to Glasgow so only now I know how twisted and SCARY the place is. BUT....butbutbutbutbut.....

Glasgow has set a phenomenal trademark for itself ever since over a decade ago selling....yup...deep-fried Mars bars. So Bob was going into a chippy in the dead of night and the nice chippy-man said there were not only deep-fried Mars Bars......they also deep-fry Bounties, Milky Ways, Twixes, Snickers.....you name it!

Only this one deep-fries with....yeugh.....lard.

But heck, SOME INNOVATION OF THE CELTS I SAY!!

~an innocent Mars Bar......"A Mars Bar A Day, Keeps You......somethingsomething -work and play!" lol

~...innocent still.....mmmMMMmmm....top CARAMEL.....bottom......nougat to perfection!

~innocent in the artic....

~innocent in The States too!!....with nuts.

BUT!!!!.......

~.....Those nasty little buggers of Glaswegians they are......that'll clog up those arteries, jo! Lol. But I'd try anywho....

~......look at the gorgeous caramel and evil lard gooey-fying together.....

Haha, creativity, that is. Oh well, William Wallace's 'braveheart' must've influenced ye ole Glaswegian brutal traits even in culinary.....Glasgow is also the city with the highest cases of heart attacks in the world. What with their horrible diet of lagers and bacardis and DEEP-FRIED CHOCOLATES.......dear, dear me. And as for the Celts, footie is their religion and Catholics they maybe, the inside joke is that humiliating failure by the first-divisioners such as scoring an own goal is a sin the priest refuses to forgive. And unforgivable goes to an extent of bashing-ups and blood and therefore the agonising cry of the Celts. Lol.

Anywho.....

My traditional favourite would still be.........and no, no animal fat will get near this baby of mine!....

~Alpen sophistication molded this one......

~....oh mine it is, and you know it!!...

go nuts

August 26, 2005

Melodramahhh.....

Melodramahhh..... Posted at 01:25 AM

Sometimes forgiving is unjustified. Sometimes you nudge yourself to forgive some bigshot-'triestobe' jerkass although the latter has never yet shown any apologetic gestures practically/verbally, FORGET telepathically because the person's big head is probably protected by 52 layers of iron helmets like the one Brad Pitt wore in Troy so that there will be no psychological interception by others going in and out. Sometimes you oh-so-very-well know the prickopath doesn't deserve clean forgiveness before the person at least sigh in repentance, but you choose to clear the person's debts just because.....

...just because this person can be too much of an obnoxious, i'm-one-of-the-kind, sole-survivor of the Romanov clan who escaped the siege saved by a Mongolian merchant from whom this child was adopted by a nice family which now resides in dusty Ipoh.........that yours with condition feels a teeny weenie baloney bit sorry for in case she dies the next day of acute internal bleeding and not have the chance to forgive the person anymore. No matter how much I feel like swishing the person in hot olive oil with Peruvian onions and...wait...no salt. Then I thought to myself, hey, I probably won't have a pan big enough for the person's ridiculously big head but THEN, today I was shopping at Jusco con la familia and saw BIG stock pots at retail price! Be that as it may.....am not going to elongate the whole process of moping and pissing-and-moaning to myself any further.

Dang.

If anybody cares, my psychological status right now.......well a tiny miniscule part of it, at least can be more or less described by Sarah McLachlan's Stupid.

I don't like snobs. I like semi-snobs.

.....but what I like most is talking to smart people. Smart is very subjective but since I'm talking, shut up and listen, 'cos for now, I define 'smart'. Smart means, in this case, the adjective for people who can make supportive prosthetic legs out of their words, and try very hard to not let the other person attempt on severing them with his/her lumberjack's axe. Prosthetic means, even if those people have to make up twisted mother teresa..... i mean mothergoose tales and explainations as long as whatever they have to say is worth the thought, or laughter whichever goes. Those people don't have to have extremely intelligible amount of facts and figures in their squishy brains to show-off brilliant vocabs or amazing work of.....smartassiness, but so long as they have the natural, original, productive way of creating a worthy conversation, be it about tulips or clocks if it had to be *rollseyes*, as long as they know how to handle it interestingly. I may not be too smart but it's interesting to see how well people can prove that, haha. Humour should almost always be included. Smart also refers to people who don't make one having to feel embarassed for their spontaneous stupidity if at the time they are displaying traits in relevance. Smart too, means having to annoy me big time for not having some brilliant comebacks to whatever it is you had to say and NOT, annoying me because, one wishes to talk about getting obssessed with occult materials just because everybody else is orthodoxed. Stupid. You may think you sound smart preaching the art of dimensional evolutions and trash and recruiting *cough*.....followers like you're trying to start a new masonry fellowship in some dusty old cellar but yeah, hello, you're not exactly in the godforsaken15thcenturywhatyouthinkyou'reNicholasFlemingorsomething??? Good God...

Lol, i dunno how it got to that issue but heck.

In conclusion, I love people. Uh,...with condition. But of course this should not matter to anyone if it shouldn't.

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Yes, one of the reasons I willingly procrastinated for 5 and a quarter months from continuing my driving lessons.......more like take the theory exam just to get a blah...an L licence was because I was already effing sick of the whole deliberate time and patience trying process. People don't pay 400 quid to sit through HOOOUUURRRSSSS of uselessuselessgodhelpmeuseless lectures, get served by rude money ripping-off clerks, be told to go from one part of town to another, then go "oh you have to pay Rm20++ ladidadida........and come for another 3 hours of yakkity yaks by the lecturer next thursday.....then 13 hours of practicals, and if we think it isn't enough, then you'll have to pay rm13 per hour for more lessons....then bladibladibla..."........when at the very....VERY end of the day, hello??? It's my (or maybe 50%mine) car that I bought (okay my dad bought) that I'll be driving and your company won't be paying for the petrol and everything and if I break the law, it'll only be between me and the authorities 'cos you won't be paying my fines, so at the further end of the day, all you were in for were collecting money, taking pictures, telling people what a stop sign means which anybody can do, make cards, and waste 22 hours minimum of mine and every other good people's packed lives.. Once upon a time ago they only had to pay half off that for shorter lessons, drivers were sensible then. So you can't really blame those who bribe for licences for only 300 quid because obviously it's more of a no fuss no muss business definitely. It's not about the money actually, it's about me having to pay half a grand for MY OWN TIME. To think what other things people can make us pay for, give 400 quid for every pint of blood YOU YOURSELF donated?! And I'd rather spend so much for that gorgeousssss blue nikefree pump-trainers I've ALWAYS ALWAYS wanted......

-shrugs- Cualquier.

Oh yeah, but I passed my theory today. Hurrah.

go nuts

August 28, 2005

Tell me I'm pathetic...see if you can get anything out of that.

Tell me I'm pathetic...see if you can get anything out of that. Posted at 01:41 AM

Seriously.

Nope, not fishing for pity nor feeling half-empty on my self-esteem counter. This is called self-awareness with secondary help. Or what I want to call it, lol. Stop it with the eye-rolling.

For the record, if you like cracking your knuckles, STAY AWAY......AWAY FROM ME... while you're doing it at least. I hate the sound of cracking limbs. Mrs. Ramsden always scared us that cracking your knuckles in the long run....the joints between your bones will go loose and you might not be able to feel your fingers moving anymore once you turn 60! But the main point here is that.....severe your knuckles awaaaaayyyy from me. I cringe.

When National Day looms.....There's always a lot to complain about.

Anywho, so I was watching Edisi Siasat yesterday afternoon and one of the issue was about the designer of our Jalur Gemilang. According to the host, this issue has been in the blind spot and highly controversial as they only confirmed who really drew it out last year, one En. Hamzah....something from Johor. So the host was all....."you gloat about the magnificence of our flag and the meaning of every colour.......stick 101 miniatures on your car every year come National Day.......but had it ever crossed your mind even once which perwira bangsa designed it some decades ago? Obviously not. Some do not know, some can't be bothered to know, some do not WANT to know......what hath become of our people, when this anak jati went through thick and thin competing against 730 odd other designs for our national emblem?...

.....uh, spiritful however,....

- I thought the term perwira bangsa is to be used on soldiers who actually fought for the good of the nation. what did this guy do again?....oh yeah, drew a flag. How did that save the country from say The Emergency whatsoever...
- Our flag is......mesmerising, thank you sir, but should we question originality when it looks and interpreted almost exactly like the flag of the Newfoundland? White stars to tally the 50+ states...14 angles of a yellow star to tally the 14 states. Blue to represent unity, and et cetera. And the identical Where's Wally stripes. Dato' Onn Jaafar actually inspired another design which was supposed to be green, with a white moon and star at the top left corner, and a keris somewhere across it. Could've done with that one, why not. Boring colours but still a point to originality.........then again Pakistan's flag's something like that too so, blah.....supposedly everything's taken then, huh? This not to diss our flag individually. Heck, I don't quite agree with the fact that almost half of the countries in the EU have the combination of blue white and red for their flags.......I can't tell the difference between Belgium and Holland.
- So the guy's name was only confirmed last year, huh. Good morning Malaysia but it's already stated in our form 5 History textbook. Page 190, 6th line, Encik Mohamad Hamzah. Duh. What's up with the hullabaloos.....oeuvay.

BUT....but anywho. Do grasp the true meaning of independence folks. The part where people have the right to own. And freedom.......which is scarced these days, yes. I'd have very much prefered Tun Abdul Razak's days cos he's probably the best among the 5 PMs so far, methinks.

Happy Inde-Day, countrymen!

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For what it's worth.

Yo lo pierdo, que me duele tanto.

Estupido. Dejame solo, por favor, si. I need my rep back.

Copyright, but I think I miss lots I should list it down:

1. I miss my angsty self.
2. Playing cricket in the garden.
3. Lau Pui Yee.....She's around but I haven't seen her in ages.
4. Vern.......yeap, I miss SV lots.
5. Becca. so much
6. Airport chocolates. Nobody takes the airplane these days. Hmmph.
7. Debate. Super-much. I'm getting dusty.
8. Xmas week at Bangsar and getting spoiled upside down by my uncle.
9. Gran.
10. Loch Ness.
11. Being 16. I don't like 17.
12. Having more grip on myself.
13. Summer in Lucerne.
14. Walkers' Cheese and Onion, Weetabix, Celebration and Quality Street, school flapjacks and chip-butty....
15. Food tech. and French classes.
16. I miss all of you whom I hardly talk to these days and hoping you lot miss me too.....
17. Akademi Fantasia.
18. Sleepovers at mates'.
19. The time when I usued to be as tall as everybody else....@_@.
20. My last school trip.
21. Blacky.
22. Barbecue picnics in the garden.
23. PE.

an et cetera.

Anyone I missed? Do let me know.

go nuts

August 28, 2005

Marlowe

Marlowe Posted at 07:06 PM

Oh shiat, I am effing pathetic. Dang, I need a shrink that's deeper a hundred exponential a gazillion times than I am, de-emotify me!! 'Cos I bet your bottom tenner I'll end up flinging myself into some retard asylum through the chimney if I don't get my very much sought after clarification, PRONTO. Studying is good, yes, absolutamente, it makes me three fifths whole at least but I want my other 2 fifths back. NOW!!!!!

Last night I dreamt the frappuccino machine in Coffee Bean was punked with and the not-so-smart lady behind the counter gave me a glass of watered-down coke instead. I DON'T MAKE DO WITH ARTIFICIAL BICARBONATED CAFFEINE, AND IF COFFEE BEAN'S ICE-BLENDED THING-A-MAJIG BREAKS DOWN IN REAL LIFE, I'LL THROW A FIT.

For those who think they can read this, I want to drive.......NOW!.

Have a nice rest of half term, citizens.

go nuts

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