Saturday, May 20, 2006


Was Sports Carnival which was much fun. Had school before that, bluek, obviously everyone wasn't in the mood to study. I didn't even bring my pencilbox. Brought a pen and a pencil just for the record. L1R5 this term: 22. Not too good, but not bad either.

So. Sports Day at Yishun Stadium. Once I reached the stadium, I felt a sudden sense of high, don't know what it was maybe it was all the noise, but yeah located the class and plonked myself down. I was ready to scream my arse off for 4/3, well since I wasn't taking part in anything twas the least I could do, yeah?

The events ran in rapid succession; as soon as one event ended another started. 4/3 garnered third for boys 4 by 100m! Woot! Lost out in tug-of-war and telematch but s'okay we did our best.

There were HOT ass Africans walking around and guess what?? I, your Royal Crazyass Bitch decided that I had to take a picture with one of them so I ran up to this guy who was standing all alone and demanded he take a picture with me. And he did!

Hahahah!!! My own chocolate man. Found out he is Muslim too. And I got his email add. Fantastic. So watch this space.

Okay gotta go do my work. Tata!

@ 3:12 AM

Saturday, May 13, 2006

Omg. I am so sick. Okay fine, not SO sick but I've got a cold and a sore throat which is enough to make me feel like crap. Bleah. No word describes it more aptly. Bleah. Bleah. Bleah.

I just saw the video for Mariah's new single, Say Something. RAAWWWRRR she is like all freaking over my darling Pharrell!!! GRRR. It's bad enough in We Belong Together where she rides off with some hot ass whom I don't know, but this video! This video!!!

But Pharrell is bloody hot in the video. Wow. He makes yellow sweaters sexy. Seriously ah, that guy is super sexy I cannot stand it!! Okay lol sorry no more fawning over Pharrell darling.

Aaaah. Too sick to blog anymore. Tata you all.

@ 2:40 AM

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Got back my papers except for English. SS and Physics. SS, perchance I can pass, alas Physics bears no such hope. Oi jiwangnyer aku. Ahem. Anyway, Chem is such a disappointment. 17/40 and 9/20 for theory and practical respectively. Bleargh. So much for rising out of the Chem diamonds list in term 1. Now I’m back in it! Whee!

History isn’t too bad, 15/25. But still rather disappointing, to think about it. Major room for improvement. Malay is another bigass disappointment. Not counting ringkasan, I got a measly 38/90. What the hell is that? I don’t blame Asnah for hollering at us. I mean, seriously.

But there IS hope!

I got B4 for Math. Like, a freaking B4!! For a full paper! Four letters: Yeay.

Okay whatever.

So. There’s a Math test tomorrow to help bump up the marks. But frankly I don’t really care as much I should. Statistics freaks the hell outta me for some reason.

Sundays are meant to be spent lazing around okay. Not mugging. Who the heck mugs on a Sunday?? Even the word Sunday makes you NOT want to study, you know? Did a couple of questions and stopped, for the love of Sunday. Hey, maybe I should name my daughter Sunday.

I just typed Sunday six times. Cool.

Enough. I gots to finish up the class tee design. Hopefully I can before I fall asleep. Tata!

@ 6:12 AM


Okay, so I'm this girl right.

Who had big plans to change the world.
When I was young, I wanted to be either a zoologist, veterinarian or pilot.
I wanted to travel and help eradicate poverty.

And then when this girl grows up, she's all like, fack that!
She becomes guilty of things she never thought she'd have done.
She meets people of all shapes and sizes, some beautiful, some downright fugly.
Both inside and outside.
She becomes acquainted with some things called failure and commitment.
She realises love is as elusive as, perhaps, weight loss.

I let my inner demon out through my art.



green eyes on hot guys, red and purple shoes, pepper and cream puffs, lincoln park at midnight
sitting on carpark roofs talking nonsense, meaningful silences, chewy cookie bits in vanilla ice cream
chocolate icing, shopping till my legs give out, smiling at random people, thinking about stuff



panadol or whatever pills for that matter, retarded nails, losing my voice, being broke
bananas, my thighs and big ass, man boobs, seeing something i really like but discovering that it costs a bomb


levi's jeans, pimple cream, fake lashes, hair dye, a bigger paycheque, M&Ms
new specs, and possibly a hotass guy to sweep me off my feet



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{} syafs
{} azura
{} ilyana
{} nurul
{} syaf
{} jocelyn
{} laila
{} aiman
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