Sunday, November 11, 2007

I've fallen to the flu bug. And so abruptly, too.

My head's fuzzy, my throat feels like there's a cactus stuck in it, and I keep breaking out in cold sweat. I feel like I'm not really existing, just living on a plane of quintessential being ( aka stoning like nobody's business ) and at the same time, typing incoherent sentences.

Hakimo: Starring kepe. Hahaha.

Hamberg: Before I smack you, it's okay! I can wear the dress another time! Haish. You know what, I think I will smack you anyways.

I'm supposed to be at work today, but because I cannot stand for long periods of time without feling like fainting, I am at home. And I will be for the rest of the day. Like, FOR EFFING ONCE, I am not out. Okay people, can go buy 4D now.


You know when they say, the only enemy you ever face is yourself?

And you know whenever I fall sick, I tend to think alot?

Sometimes I don't know what the hell I'm doing to myself. There's this feeling of detachment that I can't figure out no matter how hard I try to comprehend it. I know I'm still young, and there will be a moment in time where I'll feel like I've had enough, but in the meanwhile, I don't want to hurt those I care about, and those who have cared, or still do, about me.

But stopping, my friends, is far easier said than done.

Gahh.

Oh wells. This is between me and my evil twin.



I saw Marc in Juice! Haha And Kaycee from Caracal was in the same column. LOLS. I went Eh? (when I saw KC), then I went EH?!(when I saw Marc) Hahas.

Eh Shikin. I miss you.

Excuse me while I continue my rambling so-called existence on a parameter of illness and delusion. Cheers.

@ 12:34 AM

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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