Saturday, January 24, 2004

What is your past life? How did you die? by whisperinghope
Name
Age
Way	Burned by a pyromaniac.
Past Life	Lion.
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so im gonna killed by a pyromaniac. loveleh. and ooh, i was a lion? good. bold and easily pissed. that's just me. its raining cats and dogs. damn. i hope it stops before 5.. or else i'd be uber lazy to get my ass to the nus thang. that would be so malay. now.. should i bring my malay-english dictionary..? nope, that'd be too extreme.


for the first time in my entire life, fendy im-ed me on messenger. like wtf?! is this guy okay.. its usually me im-ing him when im bored to the core and haven't got anyone to talk to.. and he was like "hey.. long time nvr talk to ya.." and i was like "ni budak betol ke tak betol?!"(trans: is this dude awlright?.. i actually translated sth for u ppl who are deprived of not having to understand malay. or even worse, mat language) so we chatted about stuff.. and he kept telling me to change my dp so i did.. like loads of times and people in my other conversations were getting pissed and they all commented that i'm narcisstic. all except for good old desmond. haha. doOOooOD, i love you for that. haha. n people, its not the desmond from bowen. so yeah. even if its the cute bowen desmond, i'd appreciate him for calling me a bitch and not a narcissist.


died-ed at 10:24 am
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Friday, January 23, 2004

so i just got back.

just got back. tired. damn tired. eyes are like seleeeeepy..

sleepover was rad on the first night. the bbq was fun. okaylah. if the bitch wasn't there to bitch us aroud, it'll be perfect.

spent hours playing pool and enjoyed the fact that i'm better in it and we didn't have to pay a single cent.

the swimming pool was great. jacuzzi was a bummer. and spa? we forgot all about it because we were all bloody pissed.

i'll get reen to pass me the pix that we took and then i'll upload the ones that i took. cos right now i am utterly lazy. yah. so i've updated.... yah.


died-ed at 8:25 pm
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Wednesday, January 21, 2004

HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR!

Chinese New Year = Lunar New Year = Spring Festival = Xin Nien Kuai Le = Gong Xi Ni.
or whatever. im just amazed that there are so many synonyms for chinese new year. this yr's concert's soooooo percussion-based. I LOIKE! zul was quite okay with tha drum set.. only that notorious guy whom i forgot his name was like "how to play" but in the end the beat went well. coolio shit. other than that, the concert is pretty crappy.


whole school sings..
if you're happy and you know it, clap your hand!(clap clap) if you're happy and you know it, clap your hand!(clap clap) if you're happy and you know it and you really want to show it. if you're happy and you know it, clap your hand!(clap clap)..

me and shan and half the student population: GATSBY! GATSBY!..


like wtf..?!


died-ed at 4:26 pm
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Tuesday, January 20, 2004

wierd typing skills.

im currently practising that right now. cos im having my lunch-dinner of roti prata with chilli prawns and i want to use the computer at the same time so i have this peice of hankerchief over the keys on my keyboard and ya noe.. type.. it feels rather weird. cushion-y. haha. k. updates? mr yeo finished the chapter on vectors. and to think that we just started on it yesterday. me and lin shan and practically the people around our table are addicted to the write-sth-on-the-masking-tape-and-paste-it-somewhere thang. heh. there's currently a "chiwawa", "hey everyone, its time for barney says", "paste here" and "have a nice day" craze. and oh. we still have that tarzan and jane song in our heads. like.. WHATEVER WHATEVER WHATEVER WHATEVER(say it the amanda show way. or all that. haha) i miss watching nick.


died-ed at 6:05 pm
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Monday, January 19, 2004

what the...

shihabur makes me happy!= kel,

silence is easy. it just becomes me= me



shihabur makes me happy! says:

u havent watched mls?

silence is easy. it just becomes me. says

belum lagi.

silence is easy. it just becomes me. says:

haha. saya berinspirasi untuk berbahasa melayu.

shihabur makes me happy! says:

ok lets try

shihabur makes me happy! says:

i mean ok saya akan menolong kamu supaya inspirasi kamu menjadi kenyataan

silence is easy. it just becomes me. says:

saya seperti ingin bergelak setiap kali adik kecil saya, afiqah, bertutur di dalam bahasa inggeris kerana dia seperti kekok.

silence is easy. it just becomes me. says:

lol. oops. maaf. ketawa kuat-kuat.

shihabur makes me happy! says:

adik awak selalu bertutur dalam bahasa melayu?

silence is easy. it just becomes me. says:

ia lah..

silence is easy. it just becomes me. says:

kerana itulah dia berbual bahasa inggeris seperti taik.

shihabur makes me happy! says:

hahaha seperti taik

shihabur makes me happy! says:

kamu the other way round eh

shihabur makes me happy! says:

erm..kamu pulak..

shihabur makes me happy! says:

how to say the other way round

silence is easy. it just becomes me. says:

terbalik.

shihabur makes me happy! says:

ahh yes terbalik

silence is easy. it just becomes me. says:

yes=ia.

silence is easy. it just becomes me. says:

okay. ini sungguh melucukan.

shihabur makes me happy! says:

sungguh kekok!

silence is easy. it just becomes me. says:

dan sangatlah formal. saya tidak boleh tahan.

shihabur makes me happy! says:

dan sungguh formal

silence is easy. it just becomes me. says:

omg. change liao lah.

shihabur makes me happy! says:

yarh enuff

silence is easy. it just becomes me. says:

i feel like im myz iqah againz.



i told you, my malay..actually our malay.. just suck. haha.

and if you don't understand malay. then that's just too bad.

and ooh, debate? we lost. yeay. no more dwelling on future debates. no more last minute preperations. and jason? that lame-ass is the best speaker. and oh, he's sponsoring BIC pens. there are 28 in his pencil case. the one which have a compartment for his stupid FHM diary. gee. haha. ok. i'll go.



died-ed at 4:56 pm
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Sunday, January 18, 2004

come back..

to the one that ran away,


number one, if you are reading this, please come back because everyone's worried sick and you're not even in their family. number two, don't be a coward to be running away. and number three, you are putting me in thorough questioning of which i am forced to answer. and beleive me, its ALL ABOUT YOU.

why are you running away? no one told you to be invovled with any society.. i know being caged up with a mum like that sucks but hello, you do not have to rebel to such an extreme of which even you get yourself in trouble. no one told you to be what you are now. messed up. if you can't figure out what you are now. that's what you are. messed up. messed up. you're messed up. haven't it ever come to your mind that eventually, the people who gets hurt are those who are dear to you? hasn't it ever crossed your mind that YOU get hurt for your own action? your life is threatened by your own actions and eventually, you have to straighten things out?

i don't care you diss the way we dress. but that's exactly what our religion require us to do. i don't care if i haven't gone that far as you did. but i know what's right and what's wrong. and you do too. so don't you think that you should hinder the sins? its not as if we are as pure and innocent like a newborn. think about it. how many years in hell do you want to spend? think about it?

i am saying this because i care. i want you to know that they care. your mother cares. so please come back. repent. please repent. please get yourself out of this mess. it isn't benefiting you. it isn't benifiting them. it isn't benefitting anyone. so please. do yourself a favour. get yourself out of this mess. i'm not close to you. but i'm your friend. and friends advice each other. so please. come back. repent. make the better out of your life.


died-ed at 7:14 pm
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