Friday, June 23, 2006

You know, I tried to be a good girl and actually switched on the computer with the intention of going through the Probability online lessons on epebble as well as the sec 3 chem notes. I actually have a foolscap pad and pencil all ready for taking down notes. Mmhmm.

But alas, tragedy of all tragedies, the stupid site refused to upload and something about a bad gateway occurred thing and I'm like you know what? Whatever.

Maybe I should get started on my Pen Awards essay, or the Literature essay, but I thought to myself, " Or I could blog! "

And here I am.

I have lots of sensational things to blog about, but those will have to wait, because I don't think the parties involved, no matter how uncivil they are, will appreciate me lambasting them on the world wide web. Of course, it's totally acceptable to do shit and muck around but when it comes to facing the music? Yeah, go right ahead, do whatever you want, then throw a hissy fit when people lash back.

Haha. Berani buat berani tanggung.

You do shit, so be prepared to hear shit. Okay?

Anyway, enough about shit, I shall keep my vow about not bitching so much about other people. But I'd like to recall this stupid incident a couple of weeks back, a few of you whom I've told should know about this.

So, I was at Marsiing MRT station, waiting for the train, on my way to tuition, when I noticed this old man staring at me. When I say old, I mean around 40-ish, the perfect age for pervertic tendencies. Wrinkles, white hair, skinny frame, I thought Bleargh go away old man. I can bet you a million bucks he's older than my father. Even if he isn't, my father looks a million times better than him.

So the train finally came. And I sat down next to this Chinese guy. The pervertic old man (POM), went to the right initially, but he U-turned and sat next to the guy who sat next to me. He got up at Sembawang or something. He could have gone out the door closest to him, which was to the right, but the POM chose to walk right in front of me, and in the process of doing so, swung his arm casually and threw a piece of paper at me! Gasp!

Stupid POM! I was damn shocked. What the hell is he throwing stuff at me for?? I waited for him to exit and for the train to move safely away from the station before even looking at the piece of paper, which landed somewhere on my bag which was on my lap. The offensive piece of white crap was staring back at me, taunting me to pick it up and unfold it.

So, I did, and there was a bloody handphone number in it and a name!

I actually said, WTH?? out loud because it is SUPER RIDICULOUS LAH.

HELLO UNCLE!!! You are old enough to be my freaking grandfather [not that I want a pervert for a grandfather] and here you are giving me your freaking number!! Goodness, the audacity of old people nowadays. What?? Took too much Viagra isit?

I am so tempted to publish the number and name here but never mind, I shall practise restraint.

Then I realised the hilarity of the situation and I almost wanted to roll on the floor and beat on my chest while laughing. But that would make me stark raving mad, so I didn't.

Anyway, I gave the number to zahd, who smsed him as a prank, and he kept calling and calling, but he never replied to her smses, therefore we gravely assumed that the poor man didn't know how to sms! Tsk. Somebody teach the pervert how to sms!

My nose is itchy. Urrrggnnnhhh.

Gahh.

@ 10:59 PM

SYAF I 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.
Enjoy.

Y

SYAF LOVES

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

N

SYAF HATES

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


SYAF WANTS

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

YOU SAY


THERE YOU GO.

{♥} shikin
{♥} atiqah
{♥} sarah
{♥} syafs
{♥} azura
{♥} ilyana
{♥} nurul
{♥} syaf
{♥} jocelyn
{♥} laila
{♥} aiman
{♥} SBOFpirates!
{♥} friend
{♥} friend

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