26.2.04

Bored crazy pig.

click on Saturday 210304 for last weeks photos. oh yes, insignificant is supposed to be significant other. if you get what i mean when you see the photos below. typo error. dang. sorry. really i am.

Saturday 210304 pics.

thank you. nearly had an accident. you weren't there. thank you again.

:: she posted @ 5:20 AM ::

25.2.04

Men-o-pause. Meno-pause. Huh?

i want to shout. AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!
schools sucks. big time. too many assignments and projects to be handed on time.AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!
my heart's in overdrive. i think im going to get sick.AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!

teacher, you are worse than a nagging monkey. stop nagging and start teaching. don't you ask for an early death certificate from us.

AAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!

:: she posted @ 6:23 AM ::

22.2.04

Phew.

saturday was good. yeah, good. although there was human rain at esplanade. my legs are still aching due to walking from orchard to city hall. no pics of la salle gig. bummed. cut short. bummed.
and yes, yes! i bought The Darkness cd! at last. after 2 weeks of looking, belek-ing, i finally bought it. its worth it! addicted already. heeh.
im at school right now. doing autocad. another school entry. mr ahmad seems to be "busy". i did not go for break. throat seems to be sore. must the 6 epok-epok i had yesterday at the grandparent's house. burp.
a quiz is coming up for you people. keep tuning in!
have to do my work now!

:: she posted @ 5:46 PM ::

19.2.04

What's going on?

here's a new layout. thanks kak pau. you the bomb! for all you strokes fan, here's an eyecandy for you.
so many wierd people i saw today while going to and going back from school. took the bus 21 from novena with my friend shafiq and usop to school. there was this ugly uncle who sat beside this schoolmate of mine. she's chinese. that uncle seems normal. but i was decieved. his intentions was bad. he was practically staring at the poor chinese girl's boobs! i was like petrified beyond words! i turned to shafiq, who witnessed the same thing. he was going to puke that very moment. my blood boil to a very high level. im like practically killing him in my imagination.
while going home. i went home with both shafiq and hafiz. inside the bus, was this normal looking guy, listening to the discman. you know what he was doing? sitting on a chair that's facing most of us in the bus, he was practically miming the words from the song he's listening. not only that, he has his own moves and dance steps!! me and hafiz was like laughing our heads off! he even has a cd sleeve in his hands, while bobbing his head to the song. he was making his own music video in the bus.
this one is wierd, but not that wierd. its just plain corny. in the bus, we saw a nyonya wearing a giraffe hairband on her hair. she thinks she's in kindergarten. another one, we spotted a chinese woman, dressed in a long sleeve t-shirt, and an umbrella, on a hot sunny day. for what you wear the long sleeve t-shirt, when its hot, and carry an umbrella over your head?! sigh.
you know what, this comes to a conclusion that some people may look normal and innocent, but behind that dopey face, there lies another sick, perverted and wierd person. damn that pervert!

:: she posted @ 5:18 AM ::

16.2.04

The Human Theory - By Sally's Organs (Part 2)

I am Sally's mouth.
With me, she talks to people, but mostly to herself.
She likes to use me infront of the mirror.
She likes to bruise me, with multiple cuts.
She curses me.
She abuses me.
Im mostly stitched to stay silent.

We are Sally's pair of legs.
She lets us bring her to where ever we want.
She doesn't really listen to us,
much less pay attention.
We are white as pearl, yet with scars all over,
as she likes to tear as apart with a small knife.
She likes to sit in the corner with us, biting her nails,
with us, bended to her chin.

I am Sally's stomach.
I am as empty as a vacant house.
Im barely full or fed, but frequently filled and washed with dirty water.
I sometimes contract, I sometimes bloat.
The last thing in me was a mug of oat.
I always grumble, yet she doesn't notice.
I sometimes cry, with gastric tears.
Because she never cared, never loved, anyhow.

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for the part 1 of The Human Theory, go to the May, 2003 archive right under the tagboard. thank you.

:: she posted @ 5:22 AM ::

13.2.04

Song of the moment.



Funeral For a Friend- Juneau

Tied to the testing of wills, and my heart breaks and spills
Left to the sight of the sky, in your arms I'm defined
Thrown to the wolves in the minds of your enemies
And I'm stone in the eyes of your foolishness

If this is what I'm meant for , no longer interesting
Fall forward just to even the score
Just a thought to you

And I'm nothing more than a line in your book..

meanwhile..
yessiree, im home as home as can be. crap. yes i know.
guess who's back from the cold, cold arab saudi? yes, my dad is back and he brought home tons of things for us. the whole family. he did indeed brought home about 10 arab eyeliners. packets of hurmas and dried raisins. aie zam-zam included of course. a very, very loong red carpet. a slideshow camera. some photo albums. and the list goes on and on...
who's going to the passionova gig on the 21th february at la salle? i wanna go. who wants to go? tics going at $4 presale and $5 at door admission. presale tics at Lavanita.
so?

:: she posted @ 11:49 PM ::

9.2.04

Oi apek! no manners ah see girl's boob?!

click on the photo below to see today's pictures on the sky projeckt by me.




i have a confession to make. laugh if you want. i myself find it funnily disgusting. ouhkay. on saturday morning, i nearly pee-d in my pants, as in when i was sleeping. dammit! its true. i was dreaming about going to the toilet in my dreams. going to shi-shi, taking off my pants...thank god i was saved by my mother! whew! to think that at this age, i still soil my pants! ungh.
i would like to do a t-shirt called" i hate mats and minahs" or " mats+minahs= lame" or" i hate m & ms (mats and minahs)". join me anyone?
i also want to find whether in my school, that are there any other girls besides me, loves The Strokes? went to hmv just now and listened to The Darkness's cd. i think im goona buy it. fucking rock and roll! i loike!
ungh. the school routine has become too routine. yeah. i need enlightenment. i need to celebrate for what god knows why. i need to unwind. pause. take a deep breathe. relax.
anyone?

:: she posted @ 5:42 AM ::

7.2.04

Spin.

for all you converse fan, here are a few pictures taken by me.
test-test only. needs more improvement. heeh.
meanwhile, im here at home. i've just finished reading this local born book called, Speed camera & other stories, by Thusitha De Silva. its a compilation of poems. not deep, heartwarming, lovey-dovey kind of poems. its humorous. for example, this one, called Speed Camera.

Speed Camera.

standing at attention,
poised in every direction,
i am King of Tar,
i am Speed Camera.

don't play play,
on my expressway,
slow down your car,
i am Speed Camera.

day to night,
left or right,
take me on lah,
i am Speed Camera.

rain or shine,
you are mine.
don't miss me from afar,
i am Speed Camera.

driving daddy's beamer?
hand on girl's femur,
watch out, casanova,
i am Speed Camera.

keeping apace,
with many a face,
i deserve a hurrah,
i am Speed Camera.
drivers, beware!

:: she posted @ 12:23 AM ::

5.2.04

i want a doll house.

I swear to you all that i look like a china doll. now. that i have cut my fringe. again. shorter. than before.

would someone spare me a cheongsam?

must i be hair-concious? i think i can live with it because it's my hair. to hell with what others want to say.

:: she posted @ 6:08 AM ::

2.2.04

I need to take more photographs.



the moment i wake up there was bad news. elder sisiter told me that in arab earlier this morning, there was a riot. a big one that caused 240+ people injured and some died. thank god it wasn't my dad. i was so shocked. and relieved. very.
hari raya haji was good. it has to be good, because it was celebrated here, in our house, without my dad. first time celebrating hari raya haji without him. i miss his cheerful talk with the guests and the constant talking with them too. nonetheless, the women of the house did a very good job cleaning, entertaining and talking. i don't know whether i did a good job, because i keep thinking about strangling this cousin of mine with my bare hands. not only 1, but 4. call me a sadist, but they are damn irritating. so what if they are still kids, they ought to shut up. shout-shout here, shout-shout there. one of them thinks our house is his house. the constant action of stapling his mouth in my head keep my hands away from reaching his ear and say " behave yourself you #@***????@@@!!" but it was all good.

So here I am Doing everything I can Holding on to what I am Pretending I’m a superman....

:: she posted @ 6:14 AM ::