Friday, November 14, 2003

/me covers ears.

yeah, its the morning sun again. heh. just when i woke up, daddy's going back to sleep. lucky him.. the morning sun never gets into his room, only the afternoon heat.. i spent the whole of yesterday AIMLESSLY.. used the computer, watched some telly, download some ftp stuff, waited for sop to come online and tell me the ftp address or whatever, consoling one of my chum who is mourning because of his recent break up, regrouped my contacts in msn(yeah, all 148 of them), going in and out of friendster, reading people's testimonials and stuff.. finally, i managed to get my arse off the chair and go take a shower (what time was it..? 2? 3? heh.) and went to pass ziqing's cd to them people who were going for the pit.. argh. i sure missed a lot of fun yesterday.. gee.. haha.. anyway, when i went to the bus-stop, i only met linshan, danchoo and jun hao.. and boy after such a long time not talking to that fellow face-to-face.. i have to admit.. jun hao looks super cute..! aha. and dear friend, that's a compliment, soz stop "no lah"-ing. kk, soz finally i saw L and Lynn againz after a week.. haha.. missed them! mummy told me to take some porridge from the mosque, so yeah, i met them there.. aha.. them mosque people don't know that i am the chairman's daughter or the executive officer for education-cum-merak secretary's daughter! ahahaha.. and they treated me so politely i can laugh my ass off.. usually they'd joke around. haha.. but i guess cik sa'at wasn't there to tell them who i was. heh. vip junior. soz, got home, did my cheese cookies (yummy fun) with the help of khairi, meerie and rafsie(ahax. gosh they've got i's kinda thang so wtf, rafhana=rafsie =D clever not.. aha. bullshit!).. and daddy didn't buka with us, so did abang so it was me, mummy, ikee, meerie, kharie, rafsie and my maid. maggie was nice larh but the leftover delifrance baguette from yesterday was effing hard that i figured if i threw it at someone, gosh tt bloke's gonna get a bump on his head. well, i was gonna throw at meerie.. but me was a sweet angel and uh, didn't do so *REGRETS!*. sms-ed sop last night and planned to go with him on his bdae next wed.. just d 2 of us and its NOT a date. aha. i don't know if i am going to buka at cikgu's hse tomorrow.. i wanna go but i don't feel like going cos i have been having feasts and oh, my weight. its not as if i was thin before all these.. argh. but its potluck and it'll be loads of fun with them malay gals and i don't know if helmi's crew is coming. heh. well, if they are, then i won't go.. but su'aidah's been, urm, pestering persuading me to go. argh. pressure. gonna go out later on.. i really hate weird timings. aha. but wtf, its my blog, my place to bitch at anytime i want so if you think i'm weird, see that 'lil X at the top right hand corner of the screen..? click it, magic will happen.


died-ed at 8:59 am
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Thursday, November 13, 2003

windows ie updated.

updated my windows internet explorer soz now i do not have any problem with flash or slow uploading of graphic-intensive websites and stuff. yeay. i kinda miss reen's spastic keyboard now and my uncle's crappy ranting about crappy stuff. heh. my favourite is when he talked about his love life.. he claims that he's so handsome that having girlfriends is like multiple choice questions for him. too many choices. aha. and all of them are right. soz he listed four choices, and then yaya was like "what about -iforgotthename-?".. and he was like,"oh.. that one arh.. different question".. aha. lameness..! but still got me laughing like mad.. n then he knew i was chatting with john, this guy from america, and then he kept making fun of me and stuff.. and he checked his mail, used khairi's account to trick mira, imposing himself as this guy called haikel who lives in usr(upper serangoon road, bleahz).. man, miss him loads. heehee.. chewah.. (k now i'm addicted to that word too.. ANGAH!!!) so anyway, now sop's hosting me.. and i don't know shit about being hosted soz he's gonna be my szi fu(angel, this spelling correct?).. haha. download dunno what ftp thang. hmmz.. i shall prevail! (damn, i'm addicted to this too.. stupid two weeks notice).. soz my phuture site would be like "http://track11.org/poopsiekhween".. heh. neway, got this thru muslim teens mailing list n stuff.. its really meaningful soz read it yah.. its called paradox of our time..


The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.


We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late,get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.


We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.


We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.


These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.


Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.


died-ed at 10:36 am
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Wednesday, November 12, 2003

died-ed at 1:33 pm
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toopit msn.

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heh. art was... inspirational just now. mrs sim was talking about the themes for the olevels and stuff so when she was talking about living in a society and the matter of being accepted in one place where u share the same air with others, this composition just popped up in my mind. which i am NOT posting over the net in case of buttinsky-s. heh. now i am reen's place. her keyboard's spastic a`lil bit.. heh. it's kinda weird being here without my parents and stuff. usually, when i come here, its in the evening or at night and there'll be like loads of people around here and i'll be feeling kinda lost and kinda inferior. aha. my her dad rawks it kewl :D i'm bored. arghz. we have got nothing to do until reen comes back home. haiyah.. till that, tirra. :D

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something's wrong with msn. argh. i logg on. bleahz. i don't give a damn anyway. soz i finished my canvas painting and gonna upload it later now. so now, you people who wants to see my magnificent final peice of shit, you can very well click here.. well of course.. it looks much much better in real life than in photo, soz yeah.


maybe imma re-download msn messenger or sth. argh.


died-ed at 7:27 am
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Tuesday, November 11, 2003

i really hate my damned bedroom location

..because it effing gets the bedroom sun and wee souls like me, who didn't get a wink the whole night, suffer because of the stupid heat. so now i am sitting on the "drop when you sit on me" chair, glaring at the computer, teary-eyed. arghz. i spent the whole night reading "the woman who painted her dreams" by isla dewar, talking to Is who eventually had to sleep for the sake of sleeping and then to Khairi who's phones are going all crazy and kept telling me that she'll get money from her dad to get a new phone but never did. i really need to get that sleep.. anyways, going out later on with khairi to get some more antibiotics and window shopping and then she's going to the bazaar. haish, what's up with people and bazaar. its not as if its different everytime a different year comes. geez. its just the lights that are le magnifico. and the lights are just the same year in and year out. and its really crowded and hot and just eww. i've got nothing against it but i feel real uncomfortable about EVERYTHING in geylang. arghz. sleepiness. i shouldn't have eaten the briyani just now. now that i think about it, its kinda stale and gosh does my stomach hurts. damn. well, i'm not in the mood to complete my canvas peice today but i MUST. arghz. or i can do some shitty experiment and request for more time from mrs sim. i need some inspiration. *loosens collar* gulp, help. i don't wanna turn like Madeline from that book that i've been reading. arghz.


I REALLY NEED MY SLEEP!!!


died-ed at 8:00 am
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Monday, November 10, 2003

sth's wrong.

uploaded more more more pics in my yahoo album soz go n see yahhh....


anyway, a maths re-test just now was effing similar to the end of year one soz i pretty much have my faith in that shit to allow me take the subject and go through horror next year. sukjit(sp? i dunno how to sp ur name ghurl!) took the same bus with me and stuff. she bought her school books already and i think imma get mine on wednesday before or after art or sth. art. arghz. gotta work on my canvas board already. soz, tah. mabbe imma update this thing and post my peice here if it turns out good. gonna use my dahling acrylics again!! yeayyyyyyy.. maybe i should put an art galleria in my photo album. aha. i'm obsessed. well, self-love.. i'm full of it.. :D


died-ed at 12:52 pm
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