Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Been sick the past two days. I hate being sick.

I'm feeling better now. Just left with a cough, after which I should be fine. My school work has been left untouched. Sometimes I seriously feel like quitting school. I hate being graded for doing what I like to do. I hate the whole chasing after grades thing. I find it so... bleargh.

Mizee's finally got himself a job. At Ducktours! So fun right. Being a tour guide. To stupid tourists. So fun la. Right at this very moment, he's going on all the rides. It's so weird, both our jobs involve us having to interact with tourists. Confirm got alot of stupid stories.

I'm okay if we don't get to see each other much, really.

I just finished watching this arty movie called "Cashback". I'm getting hooked on arty movies. I got exposed to quite alot of French movies when I was in secondary school, I guess that's where I got the interest from. After watching these movies I feel inspired, even vaguely but still inspired. Moved, maybe. There's just that certain je ne sais quoi about these movies, be it the British humour or French provocativeness, it just reels you in (pardon the pun).

I also realised that I do have quite a, I wouldn't say passion, I wouldn't say flair either, but a certain ability to write. I realised this when I was doing my Creative Storytelling assignment. It brought me back to the times when I wrote essays for English, and analysed blocks of text for Literature. Words came to me naturally, words to describe these images in my head. Words to let the reader form those images in his or her own way, through his or her own interpretation. I guess that's the edge that writing has over any form of media.

Anyway.

I'm craving for Japanese food. And Mizee's hugs. And tiramisu.

@ 11:20 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


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