Entries for September, 2005

September 1, 2005

made myself madison made myself madison Posted at 11:21 PM It's amazing how a bunch of chums can talk about everything under the equatorial sun as if we own it, then the next moment...after time maybe, we just don't as much anymore. Typical? Yeah, I reckon. Priorities. I have mine. Thinking is still my forte. I don't know, you be the judge. But for what it is worth?.....Sometimes I think, as mean and subjectively shallow as it may sound, our life is like a barrel in a revolver. There're only limited space for how much wealth you fill it with. A barrel's wealth are the pellets. They fire and drop, then you refill some more. No bullet from the last draw will stay. Sometimes it's just bitterly like that, you can't keep too many as much as you want to. Under circumstances. Sometimes they just have to go. That's why it's called a revolver. And when a naivete is having to use a weapon, she does it recklessly. Reluctantly. Regretfully. But sometimes when circumstances need it be, be it will. Don't make me draw fire, I am no person of full substance. go nuts

September 9, 2005

saturdayingly sick saturdayingly sick Posted at 03:07 PM perlukah didamba bulan terbelah dua? menunggu Majusi bertakhta semula tidak dirasa ihsan wahana darah mengiakan, alirnya kemana? sekecil benak menghamburkan isi, takkan masuk ke bubu orang. ambil semula buat tatapan satu. dan satulah memiliki kekal. keikhlasan itu hanya aku akan cari. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ i think i made mistakes.....somewhere but, heck. if nobody can spot them whatever, then s'all good. lol. i want to pay all due gratitude to all who're willing to clarify for me that i'm seeing saturday in the horizon, and sunday beyond that. yes? it is the weekend? YES?? will update more sensibly tonight but for now i shut up with an I LOVE KANYE WEST!!!!!! go nuts

September 17, 2005

when a guy talks about towels... when a guy talks about towels... Posted at 08:22 PM yes, it's hilarious. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I don't want no car, I don't want no jet plane, expensive threads can wait, I can buy my gorgeous trainers some other time, already been to the city of love, don't need a new phone, I hate jewellry, you can think about giving me my mp3 when mp4 arrives in Malaysia and get me that then instead, my camera's still mega-fine, I won't have no place in my room for gigantomungous teddies no more, why feed me expensive food at expensive bistros when my digestive system will waste it away just like that anyway. I want to go to L'Italie is that so bleeping hard to understand??? Raaarrrrr. 101 ornaments form OTHER PEOPLE WHO'VE BEEN TO ITALY. Pictures of Casa de Julieta and silly little centurians in metal skirts and pretty little gondolas and 21 pictures of La Pisa, another 30 of the Colloseum but none of them contained ME. *rollseyes* Italy plus skiing in the Alps plus a cottage in Tuscany plus gelato plus sailing to Sicily and a helicopter ride over Mt. Etna. LOL. I dunno where that came from but I'd settle with a hand-drawn picture of Michaelangelo's statue of Saint-....whatever thingy. ahaha. No, really, I love hand-made things from people. Yes. FYI I keep shoe boxes of notes passed in class or scribbled sweet-wrappers and stuff just for memory's sake. Yeap, hand-made things. I keep like distorted drawings from people and whatnots just cos I want to. That's all for now. Back to reality........ADD-gonizing-MATH go nuts

September 19, 2005

I LOVE YA JAKE, HUNNIE!! I LOVE YA JAKE, HUNNIE!! Posted at 05:02 PM like, oh my frikkin gawd! like, i sooooo don't get these fugly little byotches that have been frikkin bugging me like shit for the past twenty kazillion years of my very perfect life. i mean, hellllooooo??? so i have a pretty fun and like super hot life that u tramps oh-so-want but can't get just because u're not me. yeah, i know my boyfriend's like this super cool upcoming rockstar gettin down with his kickass band all the way on Long Island and fitting shiny rims on Mustangs at the West Coast part time. I talk to him like every night on MSN and he told me he's gonna send me one of his demos soon. OMG, JAKE,.....I LOVE YA HEAPS, BABY!!! Talking to u last night was the best experince i've ever had like ever!!! i'm gonna visit ya over in the US soon, kay babe? promise!! oh yeah, p/s, i dreamt of u gettin me laid last night. pretty hot stuff huh? *wink*. other than than, today in school, my friends and i cracked ourselves up like f***. we made fun of our science teacher and she sent me to the principal's office and i got a warning slip. hah, good fun, and u all would think i'm such a nice, nerdy little girl. aw, well, i'm not. *blush*. and, oh come on, i'm sooooo frikkin pissed with the teachers nowadays. like, wtf is their problem?? like, omg, but if Jake finds out he'll be so proud of me. But still, my mom's like soooooo gonna skin me like hell when i get home. it's pathetic, i don't know why, but i'm scaaaaared. but whatever it is, at least i have more fun than any lonely and sad little nerds could ever imagine. I LOVE YA JAKE!!! oh yea i forgot, today Derek gave me his new phone number. God knows why he did that. I bet he's flirting with me!!! and alissa downloaded this COOL song for me from Punksters Down the Road. OMG, like, PDR is like the HOTTEST punk band like EVER!!!! I love them like shit. lol, they ARE called punksters anyway, hehehehe. I am a punk chic me, take that. The song's called Do Me Good Island Style! I dunno what that means but the bass player did this one like super cool. I'm in love with this band!!! (well, after JAKE'S band obviously. hehehe). Me and Alissa planned to break into their gig if so happens they come down to Malaysia one day. Oh yeah, im going JJ tomorrow!! Anyway, I'm off to bed. Laterz, y'all!!! ............this is me trying to imitate a very typical blog that i have been reading for the sake of laughing my arse off rather than keeping up to date. lol. i didn't take the whole paragraph from the place. i made up a whole phoney story with the same type of words used and same genre of writing and the SAME bimbo-ish essences. Funny. It's amazing really how people write about the pettiest things. Honestly.......i'd rather read a blog so full of local dialects than reading crap from someone who tries soooooo hard in trying to sound so-help-me foreign when it's not really them. But again, it's funny to read. I changed the names and places and ....oh heck i changed practically everything in that story but trust me,it sounds more or less.....or MORE bimbo-ish than that. LOL, ....punksters down the road....bogus. derived from N ew Kids on the Block. AHAHAHA. but yeah.....typical. Anyhoo.....mm yeah, that's all. 4 comments

September 21, 2005

I LOVE YA JAKE, HUNNI!!! [pt. 2] I LOVE YA JAKE, HUNNI!!! [pt. 2] Posted at 08:15 PM no, just that the title's provocative. maybe not going to post the little twerp's blog add afterall. cos if he/she finds out he/she might not write stupidannoyinglamegodhelpmeirritating little journal entries anymore. then i won't have anything to roll my eyes at anymore. or laugh at. or go 'ptsk' at. please get me. it's an order. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ .....little box of dead gloworms they're turning white and livid i'll make you the stuffing in my home-made pie then i'll feed it to those who eat but can never get full no water! i want you to cry cry and feel the death of those beautiful little creatures in your baron tummies and NO....WATER!!!!! there's something wrong with today. there's something wrong with almost EVERYTHING that happened today. every single dust particle that hits my face urges me to scream my lungs out. i swear to god even the sound of the fan's annoying me major time. it's so bloody noisy. EVERYTHING'S SO FRIKKIN' NOISY. why is it that people are going in and out of the front door more often than usual today. why are there so many pillows on the sofa in the tv room. for pete's sake why is it so bright in here this evening. i should hide my brother and sister's miniature bowling set. i'm still in my school shirt and hiked up leggings. i can't be bothered to change, nor shower yet. i just woke up and looked into the mirror and saw my very tatty self. bloodshot eyes and hurting. my prominent eyebags accentuating very sunken sockets. hair lank and dead. i could just spit at my image and walk off full of hatred. somebody diagnose me now. nothing happened if anybody cares. at least i think so. i don't feel depressed. for sobbing out loud i'm not depressed. am not having pms. just very much full of spite. SPITE. SPITE. some unknown and better-off not known tramp telling me what i should do with my friends does not effing help either. GO PISS OFF ELSEWHERE where the little pixies and leprechauns will cry their invisible hearts out for you 'cos FRANKLY, i don't give two shits worth of MY LIFE to your pathetic little love life that I OBVIOUSLY DO NOT CARE ABOUT. go drench yourself with custard and sugar peaches for all I care, oh wait, BUT I DON'T. i am downright sick of hearing sappy little love tales that only exist in the world of giant jelly babies and cotton candy trees. then to another, i should be telling, I TOLD YOU SO, BUT, i didnt tell you and you've already learnt it the hard way and i'll stay around as i should anyhow. HOWEVER. bottom line. i don't like love stories. more like i don't like PINK ones. i like reading them. BUT I DON'T WANT TO LIVE AROUND THEM. if one day i so happen start, well that's then. and not like it's their fault i hate them, but what's up with lovey-dovey msn screen names? -EdwinLim-i'm lonely without u ~so she does care about me (F)Never will i leave u. Never will i forsake u Last night was the greatest If September is spring, then let me say, wake me up when September ends. i'll welcome the end of autumn. like it makes a difference here. People like twisting stories. and they tell their twisted stories to others when the bringer's around. sorry to break your hearts but i'm not deaf yet. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I haven't yet an outfit for grad-night. almost EVERYONE i talked to already have theirs. this is unfair. i looked into my wardrobe and saw only casuals and stuff that are still brand new that i've never worn but couldn't pair up with anything perfectly. i need to go browse NOW!!! i want that ralph lauren blue-label has pretty cashmeres that cost a fortune. but then again, i'd have to wait till it starts snowing in the equator too. anywho enjoy the pie. go nuts

September 23, 2005

reincarnated reincarnated Posted at 05:46 PM Things that made my day as of yesterday: ~ Had PE yesterday...first since the 5th century BC. I LOVE PE. ~ Played kickass netball. ~ I scored a wicked home run at the final minute during rounders. :D ~ I just made myself a new enemy, presenting a cheap whore from singapore. wahey! lol, it rhymed. You can spit in my face with 102 different translations of B***CH, if you so want to, I'll spike your juice with 50 gallons of antiseptic and formic acid solution used for floor cleaning to wash out your filthy put-on language. Bad, girl! Where are your laydee-like etiquettes? Lol. Here's my testimony, if I say I don't effing care about your cheap, tramp-alley, wasted life, it means I DON'T STINKIN' CARE. SO, I solemnly say, bite me. (sorry to the rest for the horrid language...=) Other than that, as of today I shall forever hold on to my phobia and be loyal to it. I am SCARED of public toilets. SCARED. Today we had chemistry, first period, so sometime during the demo in front of the class, my RE teacher came around and called for the class' head of cleanliness and the deco head. Obviously I thought they got into trouble 'cos the class was dirty or something and I saw Li-Shan walking towards the teacher and I sensed some kind of a deja vu and just stared......until Li-Shan gestured towards me and only then I realised after MONTHS, that I'm the other deco. person. So okay, guess it was trouble, but it didn't hit me how much WORSE IT COULD HAVE EVER GOTTEN.......cos the next thing we knew, we were holding thongs and a bin bag and a basin outside our class' stall in the lavvies and go figure what we had to do since the Cleanliness Dpt. was paying a visit. Good God, i was probably the most repulsive ocassion I've ever had to go through in my entire long schooling life. There were flies and the aroma was PUTRID and wet and oh-for-the-love-of-God, I could've died but then I'd fall onto the toilet floor and I would've died again.....in my death! I swear, we need Mr. Cheang to make another embarassing statement in front of the entire school just like how Mr. Yeong did it sometime ago. I say do it over and over and over again 'till they cry in agonizing embarassment. Or maybe next, ask Dilip to volunteer up there during assembly to do a demonstration on proper disposal and make the crowd weep vomit and forever traumatise them into a neverending lapse where they can understand the difference between blood and spring water. LITERALLY!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ::5 Habits:: ~1. I eat painfully slow. So it seems. I eat slow. It annoys the people around me I get, lol. When I eat noodles I'll twirl the strands as neatly as possible in tiny morsels then bring it near to my mouth, then if it doesn't fit, I'll redo the whole process until it gets right, more or less. If it's soup, I'll swirl it purposlessly before taking sips separated by long intervals. I never pay attention to my food when eating with people. NEVER. So...take note, if I look thoughtful when eating, it might just be something you said. ~2. When I get ready to go out I take forever but I don't fix myself up or anything. So, most of the time I'd be wondering where the extra 7 minutes had gone to and still end up in the car half undone. Lol. ~3. BUT, once I'm at the destination, brisk-walking is a MUST. I do NOT like walking with the flow of the crowd. Especially when there's a group of idiots who walk like pamela anderson in baywatch on slow motion. They waste my life. Outside of the house I'm all touch and go. If a shop doesn't have what I asked for, for instance, I just say thank you and leave. I'm a midget but I like taking big steps. haha. ~4. I like to imitate foreign English accents especially with my siblings. I'd be doing Deucsh and my sis would be doing Tenessee. LOL. "Ju are vasting my life! Ztop it vid das comercials! Yish." ~5. I like imagining things that may never happen. . I make up stories to make people feel better even though whatever that will escape me will just sound intelligently STUPID. Like my gourmet cook theory. Then, sometiems I'd be laughin at them myself alone. lol. ~paz ze batohn! ....to all who zees zis tuday! ~ enjoy jor viiken, varld!! go nuts

September 24, 2005

so ya had a bad day. and cameras don't lie. so ya had a bad day. and cameras don't lie. Posted at 07:27 PM I KNEW I was right. Moven Pick's supposed to be Swiss(!). I've been telling/asking people about it but no one would pay attention (!!). I remember once, our flight back to manchester from zurich was delayed so they took us on a Moven Pick van to a Moven Pick hotel to wait for the plane. Then when I realised there were Moven Picks here and going inside finding them culturally chinese was something, alright. Lol, no offence meant. But I was RIGHT. Lol, anywho. bowling rox my sox! So, lets hear it people, WE LOATHE RACISM!!! go nuts

September 25, 2005

my, my, montenegro my, my, montenegro Posted at 11:51 PM Cut to the chase. We were watching Flight Plan (VERY deep) yesterday and then Siti and I went into our very creaHtive modes again in the middle of the film.....and came up with this: Flight Plan- CB165 Comebank Airlines On-board Crew Line-up Captain: Aimi Syazwani ('cos I thought of it first and Tot didn't want the post...lol) Co-Pilot: Azimah Air Marshall: Siti (she gets the final say that even the Cpt.'s not allowed to overrule.....ptsk) Asst. Air Marshall: Ej Cabin Supervisor: Dilla Upper-deck Chief Stewardess: Hanna Lower-deck Chief Stewardess: Fairuz Flight Communications Supervisor: Ika Junior Flight Communications Supervisor: Aiman Flight Safety Technician: Mohd. Danial Hostess on Probation: Mohd. Aliff Qayyum Hostess on Probation: Ghleanna Yes, the both of ya, together. Aww, ain't that just swell?? . Guess why you're on probation, kids? Because the Upper-deck Chief Stewardess caught you two getting messy in the luggage cabin (just like in the film). aHAH! Why ain't that a surprise. SO, as according to OUR protocols, I handed Aliff's verdict to Hanna, whatever she feels like doing to you. Bad steward! As for GHLEANNA, dearest, I've decided to handle you myself. I shall bind you up in lots of plane sticky tapes, make you stand on one of the wings but I'll wrap you up in a safety jacket though, just in case. See, I'm not so mean, THEN, I'll deliberately steer the craft into some reeeeeally strong turbulence and then you'll topple down down down down down into the atmosphere. No parachute. BUT THAT'S OKAY. I gave you a safety jacket, didn't I? A bright yellow one. I propelled nicely enough so that you'll fall into the mediterranean so your jacket can save you then SOS will rescue you to solid land. Oh but wait! What's this on my navigation? I missed the Mediterranean>? What? We're still above the Sahara? Awwwwwwwww, well too bad, screw your yellow vest, you'll fall onto SOLID GROUND in the middle of NOWHERE with NO WATER and then the hyenas and vultures will eat you up in 7 hours. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Ahem. No anger whatsoever. Just plain fun. I've never dissed anyone so directly on my blog before. Be thankful. You guys are celebrities. ! This is not just ANY silly little made-up game, girl It's called symbolism. You know how? Because I specifically put you and and Aliff dearest underneath all of us. Cos you suck. And my language don't. But you need to make friends with an Oxfor Dictionary. Go teach yourself how to use the word SHIT properly. You're embarrassing herself. Huzzah. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I hate sneaks. They should be made to do community service. Like clean out gutters and and sewages. And the worst kind of sneaks are those who sit next to you all throughout the year and quietly stick a huge spear in your back. But whatever for now. sacred_raven and I make great CRIME PARTNERS. . Only today we.....let's recall what were being said and done.... In front of 5S1 Caryn: whatamigonnadoimahorriblepersonifeelsobloodyguiltyiwannaDIEifonlyiknewearlier Siti: I love her too, but I don't love her THAT much..... Me: Yes, you're a horrid person. Siti: (yells into the distance) Hanna!! Get Berlina for us!! NOW. Me: You're gonna give her a big giant hug and cry. Berlina: (strodes into the scene suspiciously).....somebody said something. Somebody told... Siti and Me: *runs!* Moments later..........Badminton Court Siti: Wanna go spy on them? Me: Don't think they came down yet. OMG, she's SOOO gonna hate us now. AH, speak of the devilS... Saw them both, 12 o'clock Me: *ran and hid half of face under a tree* Siti: I'll go eavesdrop from inside the prefects' room! And so at the end of the day, Caryn sulked 'cos she was the DRAMA QUEEN, Siti and I resumed our little info-swap thing, and Ber and I still get to continue the iknowyousoknowsothatyoudidntwantmetoknowbutiknowandibetyouprollyknowthatiknowbynowtoo. Pittsburgh! go nuts