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Tuesday, April 29, 2008, 6:34 PM
It's times like this that I'll indulge in a tub (yes, I do mean tub) of Ben & Jerry's ice cream. Talk about diet, Siti. You should really stop procrastinating. However, I do feel that the torrid weather's really an excellent excuse to devour that entire pint of lovely cream all to myself. Resistance seems futile. :( My boyfriend had a matrep moment. ROFLMAO ![]() While I wanted to flaunt my F21 dress :D ![]() And this is what it feels like to be a dick. I'm very tired. Enjoy life ppl! Monday, April 28, 2008, 12:12 PM
Happy Birthday to HUAJIAMIN, my now very legal 18 year old pussy bitch, whom I dearly love and adore so very much. In spite of the very little time we had together this year, I swear, I clearly love every moment I spent with you. And I shall stop talking now for I think I sound very lesbian. I shall now dive into the very depths of my thoughts about how I truly feel about a gold digging scumbag whore that everyone hates. You see, this deluded slut thinks that everyone in class absolutely adore her. Little does she know of the horrid little details about her that I get from them. Well, it is true, I AM A GOD DAMN BITCH, and maybe not EVERYBODY in class can be charmed by me, however, trust me, you're nothing that charming either. Your constant cry for attention is awfully sickening. And your gold digging ways can actually qualify you as somewhat a slut in class. It's not like as if I told them to invite everyone else but you. But then again, honestly, your presence don't really matter to me at all. It's not that I ever hated you, I can swear on that, I just don't wanna be involved with someone like you. From the first day I met you, I've decided and I didn't even bring in ANYONE else, that I don't really feel like being ever affiliated to you other than you being a classmate. Trust me, it's just me that I do not tolerate back stabbers as part of my circle of friends. It's not your sickly puffy eyes, nor is it your jaggeded jawline that I cannot stand, for I must understand that not everyone can be as beautiful as everyone else. It's just the scum that you have for a mouth that I really cannot stand. I'm allergic to that kind. So since, my life don't revolve around you, nor were we ever even friends, I don't see why you should be that angry. Other than you'd be missing out on fun. But then again, we never really had fun with you around. You're just this cancer cell; something we can totally do without. So fuck you, bitch, if you think I don't dare slapping your cock sucking mouth. beat that. Friday, April 25, 2008, 1:49 AM
![]() I totally feel for the writer. Her words cuts me so deep; Her sincerity simply oozes out in spite of the grammatical errors. love is cheap.. just like me. no matter how much someone claims he love you u will still able to try to move on. i tried loving a few but they all left me and i recovered because i never felt worthy. now, i have never felt so dependent on someone before because i chose to love him without the need of being in love and im fine with being single because its not the end of the world if i am but when ure finally grown stronger and love hits u u got broken the min u decided to love for who he is praying he will make u feel worthy and no longer so cheap like how u always feel. but am i wrong do i still feel cheap with my heart feeling as though u can never find anyone who treasure and desire and love u for who u are instead of giving me noble love till it lasted and they he just picks up and walk off and u feel like a toy that only capture that short moment of happiness. ..i love you. words are cheap and i know unlike you, i have fallen in and out of love many times, yet you have not fallen for the longest time and now u had and the person is me, of all people really. The only thing i can do is to love u and make sure u are happy till one day u see the birth of our own little family. But by then, please have faith in me. Other than that, I love Muhd Taufiq. I'm so madly in love with this poor boy. Rahhh. Geraammm. Fucker. -__- same pose. kajfhhnvnmdvwioh. i love you lah. njafnvls. i want to sleep. kbye Wednesday, April 23, 2008, 11:10 PM
![]() Well, hello cyberworld. For those of you who do not already know, I've pushed the bbq a day earlier. Being a holiday on the 1st of May, you guys can probably stay out a little bit longer. 30th April, Pasir Ris Park, Area 2 Pit 32. I'm not sure if there'll be any alcohol, something I highly doubt. So, GET YOUR OWN BOOZE, if you wanna drink! Other than that, everything is for sure as hell certified Halal. Do try to stay until 12am, for the countdown. LMAO. It seems like a big huha, when it only signifies my day closer to death. As long as I know you and that we have no animosity going on, please do come. Be there or be square. Hoho. I'm getting so excited just thinking of it. :D I'm sure as hell cannot wait to see everyone from Ngee Ann again. :)) I miss them a hell lot. It's been AGES since I last saw the WHOLE group of them together. I met the boyfriend today at Tampines Mall. -dances in circles- Wheee. I was craving for waffles and ice cream in spite of my never ending cough.I pointed out this small stall near the food court that had them. However, he insisted on going to Häagen-Dazs (he pampers my ass, doesn't he?) for he believes it to be nicer. AND OF COURSE, IT WAS SO RAD. ![]() YES, IT TASTES AS GOOD AS IT LOOKS. LOOKS ARE NEVER DECEIVING WHEN IT COMES TO FOOD. The bleeding ice cream and waffles melts and crumbles into your mouth, just exactly how books say about good food. ![]() DIVINE. Don't you feel like eating your screen now? Häagen-Dazs' Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream is the God of all sex, putting Ben And Jerry's Cookie Dough in second place. The bill came about to 30SGD or so. My goodness. I bet it wasn't like that before the GST and TAX. My generous bf left them a dollar's worth of tip lah. Okay, maybe I'm just being the utter miser that I am when it comes to money's worth (note, this is totally different from charity), but I feel it's not necessary to tip a cafe that charges for GST. Like, GST does mean Goods and Service Tax, RIGHT? Ouh fuck it, my bf's just damn nice. :)) , 12:55 PM
Sungguh-tak-glam pictures No make up! My god, there are a few more horrendously hideous photos of myself that day at Arab Street area, with my ears sticking out. Yuckies. I now dare to humiliate myself in this atrocity of being perfectly ugly. I shall spare my humility and not upload any other of that day's picture in this post. ![]() Tautau's always caught in the most peculiar facial expressions. I swear, I don't know why the camera is actually quick enough to catch the formation of one expression to the next, resulting in this weird in between shot I'd like to call, "Should i do this, ouh wait, I should". I on the other hand look extremely constipated. I swear, if I ever decide to take a picture of myself taking a dunk, this one picture, would resemble the other so much that it would result in a whole lot of other girls wanting to take a photo of themselves doing the utter nasties. Please ignore the Mat Kental in white for it is undeniable that the person in grey, looks like an effing transvestite. I swear, I am even comparable to those you see at Changi and Orchard Towers. EEE. Really. I'm utterly upset, as you can tell, I DO NOT LOOK GREAT AS A GUY. I reckon I'm not that great either as a girl. :( I am so emo now. . .... .. ... ........ . ..... ...... ............. .. .... ....... ... .. ......... .... . ..... ........................ ............ ............. ..... .. ...... ............... ........ ...................... .. ........... .... ..... ....... ........................ ................ ...... .... .. . ..... ........ ......... ... .... .. . ............... ... ........ .. ....... ............. ... ..... ... ........ ..... ... . LOL! JOKE! ![]() I'm alright as a girl. No, wait, much better than alright, I'm absolutely fine being one. :D Everyone has got issues with themselves. That little flaw that only they themselves can see. There is no need to be so upset at yourself for not being a size one or not having that perfect clear skin like those of celebrities. Everyone looks weird in photographs sometimes. Never try being someone you are not. :)) You are beautiful just as you are. Unless you're fat and hideously acned with, well, acne and other forms of cancer on your face. LOL. Now I shall contradict by saying that I need to lose weight. LMAO. But really lahh, I do need to. I'm getting fat. :( Look at all them pictures lah.. I am so chubby. kthnxbyeily :) Tuesday, April 22, 2008, 8:22 PM
![]() I hate it when you stare. and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close… not even a little bit… not even at all. Sunday, April 20, 2008, 1:19 PM
Yesterday, he smiled when he saw me. Today, he said, "Wow," when he saw me. How can I not say that you make me feel like I'm the only person you see? ![]() Ba Yun's Birthday feast tomorrow! Cannot wait. :) I'm so tired of answering the same questions over and over again. I might go about with Razin's suggestion of recording my answer on tape and just play it when someone asks. I'm too lazy to blog. Friday, April 18, 2008, 12:48 PM
![]() I think I might grow up to be an intolerant gay basher. I HATE GAYS. I hate gays more than I hate the Jews. Ok, JOKE. I don't hate Jews, for I love Adam Sandler, who happens to be a Jew. Soo, I shall rephrase that; I hate gays more than I hate Bush. Maybe I'm just the majority who do not and refuse to understand the rights for any human being to choose a lifestyle. I will be fair and not involve religion into the issue here, for most looked disdainfully upon homosexuality. As I was saying; Lifestyle. Like, it's not written any where in the book of laws where "thou shan't be a total slut." So why do majority of straight and gorgeous people like me- LOL- cannot accept them? I don't know. I'm racking my brains, trying to rationalize my discrimination against them. Trying. I suppose there is no excuse for being insensitive. There's only acceptance. OKAY. I'M LYING. It's time to backtrack for I believe I owe you people a proper update. A more personal and less annoyingly hard to understand post, perhaps? I'll ridicule myself and stoop to a position of yours and blog for the sake of hits. Wrong. Fuck you. Seriously, I fucking hate it when I come across bloggers who write about their sex life and announce the world what an effing slut they are. Things like, "My bf's rubbing my chest as I write down this post" is really not necessary. If you really want to be slut of the cyberworld, why not just post nude photographs of yourself? Okay, I've enough complaints for now to last me a lifetime. Yes, you've guessed it right. I'm having that awful time of the month again. It's such a hazardous cycle. Thankfully, mine is very predictable and precise. I'd mentally prepare myself for the cramping pains that I'd be getting for the first few days- more of preparing the pink Panadol capsules. ANYWAY, I'm given the dose of euphoria recently. If only that aphrodisiac can be given every so often, I'd be in heaven right now. People, I am here to announce that someone has given me that very same F21 orange dress that I've yearned for. :D Three guesses who! I effing love you, you know that??? That surge of happiness can never ever pass through my brain again without it going haywire; it's like you're so happy that you cannot imagine being that happy ever again. Thursday, April 17, 2008, 2:16 AM
![]() I realise that I'm very deprived of shows and movies. The ones that I usually catch are those big hit movies that gets everyone raving about. Rarely do I watch those subliminal ones that Channel 5 does not endorse on. Neither do I watch shows that are on prime time like The 80's or whatever that show's called. I only sit in front of the television when I'm urged to. I feel that it's been a real long time since that I watched anything on television actually. I'd rather switch on the computer and stream funny videos and read wikipedia. I'm such a geek, I know. My boyfriend got me scratching my head and was rather appalled when I told him that I didn't know who Hafiz the Police and Thief boy actor was. I remember stammering,"You mean the Danial's brother?" which got him rather annoyed and exclaimed,"Why does everyone know Danial?". Hoho. It's really not my fault that I remember the kid for I've avidly watched Kids Central in my youth! I think the only malay actors I know by name other than Danial is well, Najib Ali, errr, Suhaimi Yusof..Aaron Aziz.. Rahimah Rahim.... and... oh, yes Khairudin Shaharom. I'm sorry for the rest of the malay actors at Suria, but I swear to god, I do not know of your existence. So now, since I'm blessed with all the time in the world to actually watch television, I shall grace my living room and get comfy on the sofa (mind you, my sofa is really nice to sit on despite the exaggerated distance from the television screen. MY PARENTS ARE SO OLD FASHIONED! Everyone else's telly's about 1m away from the couch. MINE'S LIKE FROM ONE ROOM TO THE NEXT! AND I THINK MY FATHER CONTRADICTS HIMSELF A HELL LOT. BLOODY HELL, HE SITS RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE TELLY. NOT EVEN ANYWHERE NEAR THE COUCH. AT LEAST MY MOTHER DOESN'T DO THAT.) switch on the television and watch whatever it is that can be watched. After much reading on the net, I've concluded that Bonnie and Clyde are awesome. It's cool to have someone to always have your back when you do wrong. Someone you can always count on not only as a lover, but a trusting friend. Someone you dare say, "We'd be together to the end." For I admire Bonnie and Clyde not for their ruthless ways. But their bond and trust that lasts to the very end. I mean, why the hell do people popularize stupid sappy "I'd die for you, oh thou Romeo." kind of stories? (Honestly speaking, I don't know what I just wrote in that quote right there.) Cause frankly, AREN'T THEY EFFING STUPID? Romeo especially. haha. I think I've been psycho-ed by Chin at my time when I was at SSC. He kept saying to me,"Darling, I'm not like Romeo, a stupid lover. They call me Casanova," with a big grin across his face. -_- Really, don't ask why he tells me that. It's random. So anyway, for those intellectually inclined, do read this poem, written by Bonnie herself. It's not a love poem or anything. It's just fascinating. For those who are dimwitted fools, do not bother reading the words in italics, for you'd cry knowing your obsolete existence just wastes the precious air that we breathe. You've read the story of Jesse James-- Of how he lived and died; If you're still in need Of something to read Here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde. Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang. I'm sure you all have read How they rob and steal And those who squeal Are usually found dying or dead. There's lots of untruths to these write-ups; They're not so ruthless as that; Their nature is raw; They hate the law-- The stool pigeons, spotters, and rats. They call them cold-blooded killers; They say they are heartless and mean; But I say this with pride, That I once knew Clyde When he was honest and upright and clean. But the laws fooled around, Kept taking him down And locking him up in a cell, Till he said to me, "I'll never be free, So I'll meet a few of them in hell." The road was so dimly lighted; There were no highway signs to guide; But they made up their minds If all roads were blind, They wouldn't give up till they died. The road gets dimmer and dimmer; Sometimes you can hardly see; But it's fight, man to man, And do all you can, For they know they can never be free. From heart-break some people have suffered; From weariness some people have died; But take it all in all, Our troubles are small Till we get like Bonnie and Clyde. If a policeman is killed in Dallas, And they have no clue or guide; If they can't find a fiend, They just wipe their slate clean And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde. There's two crimes committed in America Not accredited to the Barrow mob; They had no hand In the kidnap demand, Nor the Kansas City Depot job. A newsboy once said to his buddy: "I wish old Clyde would get jumped; In these awful hard times We'd make a few dimes If five or six cops would get bumped." The police haven't got the report yet, But Clyde called me up today; He said, "Don't start any fights-- We aren't working nights-- We're joining the NRA." From Irving to West Dallas viaduct Is known as the Great Divide, Where the women are kin, And the men are men, And they won't "stool" on Bonnie and Clyde. If they try to act like citizens And rent them a nice little flat, About the third night They're invited to fight By a sub-gun's rat-tat-tat. They don't think they're too smart or desperate, They know that the law always wins; They've been shot at before, But they do not ignore That death is the wages of sin. Some day they'll go down together; They'll bury them side by side; To few it'll be grief-- To the law a relief-- But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde. It's great having you around for you're now I dare call my friend, and not just boyfriend. :D Wednesday, April 16, 2008, 2:41 AM
Even in the moment of abject saccharine, I still fear of losing you. These silly little fears. Silly? As dull and mundane my repetitive words are, I swear by you for eternity if eternity were to exist at all. Notice that I've ran out of cliche quotes from songs to express this overwhelming love that I have for you? I give up with words for what are these words, if I never show. :D My boyfriend is full of surprises. Never in my sweetest dreams would I ever think that he is the romantic type. DON'T TELL YOU WHAT HE SAID. :D I feel giggly today. :D I just realised on how funny my boyfriend is(after about a month or so, to only realise this now, IS EFFING FUCKED UP. SITI, YOU ARE FUCKED UP. okay, lol). I would love to have that F21 orange dress as a gift as a random gesture of appreciation for my holy existance. While you're at it, do pick up those awesome pair of red mary jane stilettos from ALDO. Those shoes would very well compliment with any GUESS handbag. And those are my only wants at the moment. Happy reading people, for I'm fucking pissed at the moment for my internet's cockfucklagging! me: kul brape you start skolah besok? (what time you start school tomorrow) taufiq (imagine his tone to be in the most babyish way possible): i tak tau. (i don't know) me: alah. you slalu tak tau. aper you tau? laki ke perempuan you? (what do you know! are you a boy or a girl?) taufiq: tak tau. (i don't know) me: nama saper? (what's your name?) taufiq: taufiq agaknye. (taufiq, I think.) me: mak saper? (Who's your mum?) taufiq: MAK TAUFIQ AH!. (Taufiq's mum ah!) ROFLMAO! ![]() Guys are so easy to please. Delivering a Khutba Once, Nasreddin was invited to deliver a khutba. When he got on the minbar (pulpit), he asked "Do you know what I am going to say?" The audience replied "NO", so he announced "I have no desire to speak to people who don't even know what I will be talking about" and he left. The people felt embarrassed and called him back again the next day. This time when he asked the same question, the people replied "YES". So Nasreddin said, "Well, since you already know what I am going to say, I won't waste any more of your time" and he left. Now the people were really perplexed. They decided to try one more time and once again invited the Mullah to speak the following week. Once again he asked the same question - "Do you know what I am going to say?" Now the people were prepared and so half of them answered "YES" while the other half replied "NO". So Nasreddin said "The half who know what I am going to say, tell it to the other half" and he left! Probably the greatest man to ever. ![]() I only have three things to say. Click to enlarge i wanna grow old with you too :)) Tuesday, April 15, 2008, 12:10 AM
![]() grief Tranquility is the absence of all things confusing, all things of hate, all things of sorrow; peace. It seems to be hard to just bask yourself in the beauty of what's already there. Your mind plays this little tricks. A game that only you feel is so hard and challenging that it consumes your every bit of happiness. To get away from it all, some choose to just end both the hate and the peace. This little invisible box you trap yourself in, eats your heart out. You can't breathe for the very air you inhale is sucked right out of you, like as if you're trapped in this avalanche of sorrow. Cause you lost what seems to be everything that you ever had. You'd never know what you've got till it's gone. Rest in peace. Dreadful, I say to travel from the far east all the way to the west side everyday just to go to school. Imagine the morning rush hour where everyone barges into the train cabin, pushed around relentlessly by fat aunties, suffocating in the stale air of the compartment, restless. That's apparently how Babykins and many others have to bare with for the next few years. To own private transport is really tempting. I've decided despite the risks involved with riding a motorcycle, it is worth having one. I would like to believe the cost cut is not that bad after all. My father have given me the green light! Mother can no longer object for she has a bike herself. :) I know, my mother is ice cool. Now it's a matter on how badly I want it. Wootz. The thought of my own bike has caught me in a frenzy. I'd probably end up road hogging. Taking my own sweet time. Maybe I'll never go pass 50km/h. Also, I shall be more boyish and learn about all the weird bikes. I've never gotten to a stage of actually knowing what a TZM, Spark and what nots are. fuck it. fsvhyewsafb34qh kmnb ![]() Monday, April 14, 2008, 12:26 PM
![]() Planned so meticulously to escape detection, yet, the truth was slammed right into the very people who were not supposed to know. I swear, I laughed very hard. However, in the end, things were not as what it seems. The jester spoke. :) On the other hand, the road to recovery does feel great. I can breathe and my appetite's up again. Three cheers to sleep, Lemsip, Bakso (that's beef soup for you twits out there) and much Elle Ohhh Vee Eee! Babylove apparently, caught the flu, thanks to yours truly. Trust me, I do feel much remorse for being around him so often during the course of the infection, but I need to rejoice for the comeback of my health. I feel like prancing around in my room to Low by Flo Rida. ![]() As some of you, who possess an above average intelligence, would have guessed by now for my recent cravings for Fairy Cakes. They're so pretty that to eat them would be a sin. And many of you, who will be now starting a whole new term in the various Polytechnics, I for one, shall be indulging on Criminal Minds practically everyday and hopefully, I'll be swamped with work. I do want to keep myself busy and not bum around for the next few months of my year before I start an entirely new semester in a totally different school. Woots. The excitement can kill me! Speak words of love, for often, people do forget. Give hugs so tight, for hugs not only let you feel the warmth of the skin, but the scent that can settle on you for hours or even days. If only time spent with you would last much longer, cause it seems short and abrupt. In my mind, the world stands still when I lay my eyes on you, as if the rest didn't matter. Only you do. I'd never want to change the past. Never. Cause the past brought me to the present. Presently, I'm with you. :) Sunday, April 13, 2008, 1:03 AM
![]() That's how you hug me. That's how I look when you do that. I now theorise that being ugly is really okay. Yes, you are damned for life but at least you can hide behind a mask or under a paper bag. However, I do suggest that you just stay home and mope. And being fat, that's still not that bad. Being fat is just shows your gluttony and greed for sin. Not to forget your lack of self control and discipline. This is why I dare say that most rapists are fat. Having thick ankles, now that's just sad. I saw five minahs in the train today. They were looking all minah and talking very loudly, announcing their presence to half of the cabin that they are there. Since they made quite a ruckus in spite of the blaring of my earphones, I looked at them. They were seated in front of me- I swear, I did not put them there- checking out if anyone else was checking them out. That's when I noticed, 3 out of 5 of them had thick ankles. They were not fat- Okay, one of them was fat. About 60-ish kilograms- yet they had ankles as big as tree trunks. Yes, that's a lie too. They weren't like tree trunks. More of planks. So very squarish and really stubby. They accentuate that ugly trait by wearing round toed shoes and one of them, a three quarter skirt. Faux pass!!!! Those thick ankles were screaming at me, almost. I feel depressed for them, honestly. I can never live with thick ankles. I'd rather not have legs than to have thick ankles. OKAY. THAT WAS ALL JUST BULLSHIT. I'M JUST BORED. I'M SORRY, I DON'T MEAN IT WHEN I SAY ABOUT FAT AND UGLY PEOPLE. I JUST DON'T LIKE THICK ANKLES. AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO BLOG ABOUT OTHER THAN MY BOYFRIEND FOR I'M VERY SINGLE TRACKED MINDED. My mother is annoying and emotional. Which woman isn't, may I ask again? She knocked on my door relentlessly this afternoon, pleading that I wake up and eat. She wouldn't give up! I swear, she would have broken down the door if I hadn't answered her not to wake me. I bet she assumed I had died or sth. Paranoia, I say. Anyway, she was rattling about how hurt she was that my sister have now "adopted" a new family. I was oblivious as usual. I reckon that I never took it seriously when she talked about them. I assumed they were pet names. I must now take every account seriously. I do not like it when she gets emotional on me. For I'm very emotional myself. To be easily irritated, is a trait to being emotional. Anyway, I love my blogskin. :) Appetizing, really. And I'm still sick. I wanna recover soon. Urghhh. Friday, April 11, 2008, 7:11 PM
![]() My phlegm and mucus is all greenish yellow and temperature fluxes high and low. Not to forget this irritating sore throat. I swear, I feel the inflammation of my pharynx. I wished I could convert my jubilation into physical force so that I could actually stand proper on my two feet and jump in triumph for I've got you, babylove. If only I wasn't in this state, I'd be running to you already. Believe me, I've tried, only to be stopped by sanity with heavy breaths and an overly pulsating heart beat. I made you promise never to leave me, and you said, you have to. For the bills needed to be paid and ourchildren to be fed. coulrophobia ![]() To save this image, a mere right click, took every ounce of courage. Because clowns have permanent, exaggerated expressions painted on their faces - usually of joy but not always, it renders the observer impotent in measuring facial expression as a precurser of action and for those who are vigilent about their environment, possibly because of past traumatic events, they are unable to interpret and therefore predict what this creature may do to them. This is heightened when we observe the "happy" clown performing some aggressive behavior - it becomes too much to take - creating intense confusion and fear. I'll blame it all on Stephen King's It. B and all my other friends are going to start their 2nd year life in poly. I'm stuck with doing nothing but work. Boringboringboring. :( I'll miss you so very much. It won't be the same of having you around so often. I'll never forget, and I'll forever cherish, the time that we had and the times we are going to have. Thursday, April 10, 2008, 6:21 AM
I really don't know why I'm making fun of myself. Not that I think it looks that tad horrible, neither do I think I look that good. I'm happy though. I really wanted a change. Bangs rule. However, I must admit that now I've cut bangs, I officially look like a 13 year-old kid. ![]() Went to A.B with Jm, Yf, James, Kenneth, and Firdaus after Jm was done with work. ily bitchxzszzzxx. Cabbed back to Street 11 to meet up with Taufiq, Haqeem and Sri to watch soccer. I was slammed quite endlessly by them for Arsenal's recent lost against Liverpool. It's not that they are fans of Liverpool, they're not into Arsenal. God, I swear, that was serious retribution. I now officially believe in Karma. So Shafiq, I'm sorry for the other time that I called you just to tell you about Liverpool's lost. It'd never happen again- not that I mean Liverpool will never lose again, cause that would be so unlikelyyy. I've got nothing more to say. muahhaha. And do you all realise how scary clowns like Ronald Macdonalds are? Like seriously? Don't you notice that evil glee etched across that cherubic smile? ![]() I've decided that my boyfriend is handsome after all. Hehe, yes, very handsome. :) Tuesday, April 08, 2008, 2:22 AM
![]() My mother had said,"More cleavage girl, cause you can't rely on those mosquito bites, you call breasts." Thanks Mum. -_- sheesh. I strongly think that she was being sarcastic in two aspects. However, I shall not be prude. I haven't got anything that is really blog worthy right now. I'm overwhelmed with every possible raw emotion that I genuinely have no idea on where or how to start. I think I need some time out. I shall relentlessly soul search for the next couple of hours, or days perhaps, to find calamity. So far, it's been a zilch. It's like staring into the mirror, trying to see what you can't see that is in you. So close, yet so far. To reach out, only to have your fingers against the surface of the glass, instead of yourself whom you very much wish to reach out for. Strange. Don't go around concluding, SHE'S BACK, the very confused girl, whom we enjoy caviling at is back! "The poor girl, she just realised that she's in denial all the while." Fuck you. I'm not in denial. I'm quite certain of my feelings and thoughts of whoever and whatever. I've lived with it, and I'm moving on from it. Speak to me if you've reached Nirvana, I seek an epiphany! I'll blog more tomorrow for I'm meeting my NP peeps later in the evening. :) I miss them. Especially JM my bitchsxz. Did u know that kissing is healthy? (I heard of the fake tooth incident that was on the papers. They were probably not kissing but eating their faces off. So kissing is therefore healthy.) Bananas are good for period pain (so are infra-red embedded pads!) it's good to cry! (and to think I had mental issues) 94% of boys would love if you send em flowers (reallY?) Chicken Soup makes you feel better (I feel like eating fish porridge nowxx) Lying is actually unhealthy (yeah, that's why i don't lie. I get measles whenever I attempted to lie. And if I do lie, my rectum ruptures. I'm just bad at lying luh) Only apply mascara to your top lashes (hmmm.) Its true,boys DO insult you when they like you (hoho. tell me about it.) It's impossible to apply mascara with your mouth closed (I CAN LEH!) 89% person of guys wants you to make the first move (guys suck) Chocolates will make you feel better (i don't like chocolates. unless they're in a cake or a frappe. ) Most boys thinks its cute when u say the wrong things (they do like bimbos don't they?) A good friend never judges ( :)) ) A good foundation helps to hide hickeys (I got no hickeys. But my bf does. How suspicious. JOKE. IT'S HIS ACNE. lmao. ANOTHER JOKE. he doesn't really have acne. Wait. He does? No. Errr. I'm stressed, he doesn't let me squeeze his pimples. OK, that's what I wanted to say. I feel satisfied now.) Boys aren't worth ur tears! (cause they are like heartless pigs. and unlike pigs, they do not have a half an hour orgasm. EVEN PIGS ARE BETTER. lmao. I should lead a women's liberation front. Seriously. haha.) Monday, April 07, 2008, 7:21 PM
I'm tearing to Straightjacket Feeling. It's not the chorus that makes the song super sentimental, though it is catchy, it's the verses. DEFINITELY THE VERSE. Back me down from backing up Only I can save myself from me. Tsk. It's time for inevitable change. However, I keep procrastinating thus, I'm lying to myself again and again. Change. It'd be so obscene to put everything I want to say here. Okay, maybe I'm feeling slightly emo for being such a horrible person. Slightly is an understatement. I need to love myself before I can have anyone to love me. Happy one month and one day B! i shall sleep now zzz :p Saturday, April 05, 2008, 4:10 AM
![]() It's overwhelmingly scary to know that my insecurities subconsciously rings so clear in my brain. So afraid and so unsure. I fall asleep to your promises, as if they are whispered in my ear softly, takes me away slowly, and surely, satisfied. However, once I lose all control, my mind sets lose to the wildness of my imagination. Yes, my own insecurities mind fucks me. I cannot believe that I've succumbed into fear just because of my thoughts. I digress. ![]() I would like to have these please. Oxford lace up shoes. Gorgeous. :) ![]() These too. Mary Janes!!! It's nearing one month into this relationship, and the topic of marriage has popped up one too many times, within these close to 30 days. It's not that I don't like the idea of marrying him or even marriage for that matter, I just don't wish to be too hopeful that anything would or even could last forever. Like, how long do you need to know someone to know he's the person for you to wed and die with? Not wanting to think of marriage isn't being not serious about the relationship, it's just keeping things real and to just go with the flow. I'm being so rationale and brilliant here that I really think, I should be awarded a NOBEL prize. But, I do wanna marry you, thanks for asking, B. :) Thursday, April 03, 2008, 4:14 AM
I'm supposedly to be sleeping now for I've got work at seven am later. Holy god, it's four! I'm really dazed right now. I don't know why I can't I have a snooze button attached to myself so I'd automatically sleep. Sigh. I can never get my sleep cycle right, EVER. tsk. Time for some real updates. Working at YWCA for now since SSC has like absolutely no slots, whatsoever. Urgh. Horrible. I miss SSC though. I miss my awesome Captains, Supervisor and Manager. My other colleagues as well. I miss Superman and Said most. Urgh. YMCA isn't that bad. Really. I got PUNK'D by most favourite cousin in the world, Azmi, and my best friend, Naddie. They happily announced to me that they are not together after all. Best post April's Fool I got. I didn't even got an April's Fool on the first as I was out with My Taufiq, his sister, Lala and his two cousins. We watched Rule #1. I was hiding my eyes like the pussy that I am, though it wasn't that of a scary movie, honestly. When we were having our dinner, baby ordered Black Pepper Beef Fried Rice, to which I immediately chided, "Didn't I just cooked you black pepper beef yesterday?". "I wanna try this one and compare," he said. When the food came, I tried it and I chimed,"Mine's way better." Baby agreed. "I should open up a stall," I merrily announced. Lala laughed,"Yeah, and everything would be black pepper beef. Fried rice ones, fried noodles ones. AND BLACK PEPPER. And the stall would be named Siti's black pepper." Some people don't realize that they are not as good as how they think they are. Really. They look down on people who do the naughties and feel really all high and mighty about themselves. They think only they who don't party, smoke or drink will go to heaven. Well, for your info, the people who will be damned to hell are the people who bad mouth. because god won't have bitches in heaven. Women. tsk. I think it really doesn't matter how much you weigh on the scale though it's a really good asset to wearing really nice clothes. It's about how pretty or handsome you are, if you are just talking about appearances. You see, being fat, you can lose weight, but if you're ugly, YOU'RE DAMNED FOR LIFE. So, if you're fat, kill yourself. Really. Cause my shitface looks better than your face. And honestly, you look best, without one. Tuesday, April 01, 2008, 1:32 AM
relationships like big stars that burn bright for a very short period but the faint red dwarf can keep glowing for hundreds of billions of years. GENIUSES OF THE WORLD AND HOW THEY STUPIDLY DIED Attila the Hun: THIS IS WHY WE SHOULDN'T DRINK Tycho Brahe: I'll never attempt to hold my pee for too long ever again Horace Wells: Deserved to die Francis Bacon:
Jerome Irving Rodale: CONFIDENCE KILLS Aeschylus: ... the hell... Jim Fixx:Author of the best selling "Complete Book of Running," which started the jogging craze of the 1970s. How he died: A heart attack....while jogging Fixx was visiting Greensboro, Vermont when he walked out of his house and began jogging. He'd only gone a short distance when he had a massive coronary. His autopsy revealed that one of his coronary arteries was 99% clogged, another was 80% obstructed, and a third was 70% blocked....and that Fixx had had three other attacks in the weeks prior to his death. Another reason to why I don't like to jog |
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