Sunday, November 25, 2007

I woke up to dung dung cheng today. Dung dung cheng meaning a Chinese funeral procession. NO OFFENCE AT ALL to Chinese people but really, I didn't appreciate that.

Yesterday, Nurul and Me saw something truly disgusting on the way home. No, it's not Syd or Michael. And it's not an old man masturbating either. We were just about to enter the MRT when the man in front of us suddenly took a VERY large step, like he wanted to avoid stepping on something.

Then he went in and we saw a hugeass puddle of vomit on the floor. Like, really huge. EW.

So we went in another door and sat down. From there we could see the vomit wasn't just on the floor, it was on the door and the panel as well. LIKE WTF? And it was alot lah! Did the person vomit or bloody explode?

And yeah, Nurul got off at Dhoby Ghaut so she didn't have to endure the smell, so there I was giggling to myself watching unsuspecting morons step on the vomit and then curse and swear to themselves. HAHA. There was a girl who ALMOST leaned on the door with the vomit. Almost.

I should have taken a photo. Damn.

Listening to John Mayer again.

Gravity
Is working against me
And gravity
Wants to bring me down
Twice as much
Ain't twice as good

This week, I'm back to my closing pattern again. Hehe.

Yana: Hahaha bummly bum keper. Awww. ILY ILY.
Ham: Can I slap you first? Then you explain? Or try to explain?
Fadlul: LOL pantat.
Nurul: HAHAHA eh careful don't die by choking on your own saliva. So tak glam.

Cheers people.

@ 8:59 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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