Saturday, February 28, 2004

new layout.

haha. its a simple one. out of the blue. the one that's the worst never gets into the dump. but the ones that are fantastique, i never use them. i am weird. haha.


and oh, tat's my face. i noe, its ugly.


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see nini, how much i love you. i added the commentary system just for you so that you can tell me how much you love me too even when you're in school. (=

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died-ed at 9:15 pm
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saninnaaaa

haha. hazmi, aka mimi, just fooled himself. that goon. haha. shan't mention anything here. lolx.


english was quite alright just now. i did the question on travelling overseas to study. i can never write a descriptive essay cos i know i'll go out of point or that it'll just be too long and i know myself and my handwriting would go haywire by then. then i went to meet my dahling baked beans. :D went to amk library to study chemistry and then we were hungry so we went to amk's ntuc and got sushi. yummy. i missed the cheese ones. then we took 86 and then there's this bunch of youth flying club guys.. argh. i wanna be a pilot tooooooooooo. then we got to compasspoint(haha, what else is new?) and met up with maya and shafiqah for a while, then went straight to banquet to fill out stomachs with FOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD. haha. had a good time lazing at the library. we were gonna join in the storytelling-cum-art class but they said it was 4-8 yr olds only... =( bummer! haha. and scalded my tongue with TAKOYAKI! yum. now, evertime i eat the octopus ones, i'll remember ken and his lamer-ed attempts of tryinna eat octopus tenticles. buahaha. got vinegar?


and sorry people if i offended you with the last entry. i was messed. yeap. so i had a b3. and yeap. it wasn't good.


[edit]:

uploaded all 52 photos to my yahoo album part 2 under craziness. yeah. and my whole family, including dearie baked beans, is going crazy over campfire songs. and i hear that shaliwala song againz.

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died-ed at 5:51 pm
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Friday, February 27, 2004

results eh.

RESULTS SUCKS SHIT OKAY. I GOT A FUCKING B3 AND IM NOT PROUD OF IT. I AM DROPPING HIGHER MALAY ALTOGETHER BECAUSE JC IS NOT A FUCKING OPTION FOR ME. I DON'T INTEND TO GO TO JC. SO BUZZ OFF THOSE WHO WANTS TO KNOW MY PATHETIC RESULTS. I KNOW I AM THE DAUGHTER OF SOME MALAY JOURNALIST, AND THE SISTER OF SOME CLEVER GUY. BUT I AM NOT THEM. SO DON'T EXPECT ME TO BE ABLE TO DO AS WELL AS THEM IN THAT FUCKING SUBJECT. GET OFF MY CASE ALREADY.


i'm okay. seriously. after an ice-cream and a youghurt and a bowl of maggie. i'm okay. really.


thanks nurul, aziemah, aznita & lin shan for comforting me.


adiba, i'll miss ya. though i'll kill myself confessing it in front of you. but yea, i'll miss ya honey.


died-ed at 9:43 pm
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Thursday, February 26, 2004

raja burger. lolx.

higher malay was quite okay today despite the fact that everyone's all so tense because o level results tomorrow. especially me and adiba(look hon, i got ur name spelt right this time!) cos we both have weird, neurotic dreams and all. haha. cikgu was like going through the hikayat mat jenin passage that we had to analyse the last lesson when she didn't come. and when she gave us the notes, i kept on writing everyone's name on their papers with smilies and stuff. heh. that is one evidence that stress can cause people to be crappier than they already are. and guess what? the author who wrote the cerpen shares the same birthday as me! haha. may 5 rawks. *at the same time.. HINT HINT!* when cikgu went on about puncak, or climax of the story, being very vague, this came up:


me: az, you know sandra brown..?

az: yeah.. why..?

me: her stories' climaxes are like sin 4x graphs.

az: why leh?

me: too many climaxes (and at this point, i find our conversation filled with puns. heh.)

az: ooh ya hor.. *pauses* you might as well describe is as longitudinal waves!!


see how stress causes people to have weird, lamer-ed conversations? heh. and then cikgu went on about the usage of the english language (ALL HAIL THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE!) in our malay essays. she said, try to translate it and she doesn't encourage the usage of it in malay essays, but if its in a form of a song, then its okay. or or when the acronyms are english, then don't translate. then this conversation came up:


me:haha. KFC. kentucky fried chicken.

adiba: *looks at me as if demanding me to state the purpose of my previous sentence*

me: ayam goreng kentucky. haha. burger king. RAJA BURGER!

adiba: raja burger. haha. geez.

az: (obviously overheard me talking to adiba) haha, raja burger.

cikgu: apa atiqah..

me: takde cikgu. (at a lower volume) raja burger. haha.

nina: (and i think she overheard me too) haha. raja burger.


notice how each stupid, lamer-ed conversation starts? by me. yeah. kay. this is a particularly long entry but i have to keep myself from stressing about the results tomorrow. so yeah. its my blog anyway. yeah. and i have to stress myself to get the newpaper quiz questions ready. and i am not sure if that guni sack wants it in a diskette or already printed. gahz. fuck newpaper quizzes. jason's all hilarious today. haha. when i asked him for the answer for the quiz which he didn't provide earlier on, he has to run over like some boogeyman and turn 360 degrees like micheal jackson before talking to me. haha. k. whatever.


i can't believe mrs sim deducted 3 marks off my art panel 1(personal message) because 2 of sketches wasn't really good and shaded. i could have gotten 80% for that shit man. and sharing the highest marks in the level with jing wen. and tan sze herng had to go "argh, u get 77 only..? i get 78 ley.." geez. can't he see the 80% she wrote before she had to write in small print -3 marks. 4 eyes also not enough arh fuctard?


well, the joy of being an art student? when those f&n and d&t students are doing their common test tomorrow, we only have to draw some experimental shiet on sheets of paper that doesn't need to be handed in until next thursday. heh. k. too much ranting is bad for me. cos then i won't get started on that newspaper quiz questions thang. yeap. so. uh. yah.


ooh, did i mention that i finally updated my links? lolx.


died-ed at 6:35 pm
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Wednesday, February 25, 2004

i guess when someone pushed his/her luck too much, it'll just blow someone else's top. and to think that my day was perfect for a moment, that everything's alright, they screwed it up. she's too irresponsible, and she had lost her cool. and so the beatings begin.. and i remembered the time when i had my share of the whip. i guess violence was the way to teach us to be good... and still, some never learn...


"in our family portrait,

we look pretty happy,

let's play pretend now,

let's go back to that..."


died-ed at 8:33 pm
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yum yum.

bwahaha. i had my share of goreng pisang WITH SAMBAL. woots. it was simple yummy. yeah. uhuh. *pauses and stares at the world going by*...


soz anyways, did this before school today. yeap. at 6.45 when most students were getting their lazy asses to school, i was trying a bad attempt on a layout based to Weeping Willow i got from My Girl.. tryinna do the blend thang. but geez. i suck.


but heh, stay tuned for a new layout. againz? yeah.


died-ed at 6:20 pm
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Tuesday, February 24, 2004

father abraham has seven children...

seven children has father abraham.. some of them are tall and some of them are short. but none of them was right. raise your right, raise your left, stamp ur right, stamp your left!!!


that was crap. heh. while the entire bowen population, excluding species like me, were running their asses off at macritchie, i was eating chapati at home for breakfast. and then did my tuition homework. the outstanding tuition homework that is. that i still have yet to complete and its already 1.15. heh. who cares. anypoots, was supposed to meet my darling baked beans (and i am kacang ful. lolx.) but she couldn't make it soz my sister (kay, lemme call her scrambled eggs.. argh. what crap) was supposed to meet me outside the interchange with the rest of them (jill, wid, and zaini. and then ken) but i guess she was soo malu so she went with her friends first before meeting us. heh. ken was hilarious! lolx. esp the part when he impersonated nigel. bahz. weird sleeping habits. bleahz. got nurul's present. heh. got the money afterall. bleahz.


don phillips called me just now..! surprise, surprise.. haha.. at first when he called my hse he was like "hey atiqah, remember me..? taufiq..?" i was like.. taufiq taufiq.. who the hell.. and then it occured to me that DON was taufiq. like lolx. geez. and thank God mummy wasnt home or else she would be wondering how come my friend is calling me during school hours. but even so, i'll prolly say that he's just another bowenian who can't be bothered by lamered events such as x-country. the sun would have totally killed me. yes. i am what they call..puteri lilin..? haha. wtf. i am hungry. as always.


died-ed at 1:28 pm
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Sunday, February 22, 2004

hunger.

my stomach has been playing this stupid hard-core-rock-to-the-max song since light years ago. mommy and daddy's working. my brother's out and kiki is out for the art lesson. mira's sleeping. i think. and i am hungry. but its okay. i have john to feed me with his love right now. *blushes* :D tomorrow i'm supposed to hand in the option of which i have a choice to retain or to drop literature in english. i do wish to drop. but i guess its for my own good if i wish to take journalism later on. and as a backup plan if my other humanities screw up. i am screwed up. humanities. which reminds me of the common test tomorrow on development and stuff. heh. so maybe i'm gonna continue literature, suffer enjoy those literary lessons and stuff. yeap. gotta find the grass is singing and start reading already. and now i feel like typing down the whole of cleaning out my closet.


have you ever been hated or discrimated against? i have. i have been protested and demonstrated against, picket signs for my wicked rhymes look at the times, sick is the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's behind. all these commotion, emotion run deep as oceon's explodin' tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin' not takin' nothin' from no one,give 'em hell long as i'm breathin', keep kickin' ass in the mornin', an' takin' names in the evening, leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth, see they can trigger me but they'll never figure me out, look at me now, I bet ya' probably sick of me now, ain't you mama,imma make you look so ridiculous now. i'm sorry mama, i never meant ta hurt you. i never meant ta make ya cry but tonight, i'm cleanin' up my closet. one more time, i said i'm sorry mama, i never meant to hurt you. i never meant ta make ya cry but tonight, i'm cleanin' up my closet. i've got some skeletons in my closet i don't know if anyone knows it so before they throw me in ma coffin and close it, imma expose it. i'll take you back to '73, before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' Cd, I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months, my faggot father must have had his pantie's up in a bunch, cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye,no I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die, I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side, even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try, to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake, I maybe made some mistakes but i'm only human, but i'm man enough to face them today, what I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun, cause id'a killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim and him both, it's my life, i'd like to welcome y'all to the Eminem show. i'm sorry mama, i never meant to hurt you. i never meant to make you cry but tonight i'm cleaning up my closet. i said im sorry mama, i never meant to hurt you. i never meant to make you cry but tonight i'm cleaning up my closet. Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition, take a second to listen who you think this record is dissin', but put yourself in my position, just try to envision witnessin'your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, bitchin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and shits missin', going through public housing systems, victim of Munchausen's syndrome, my whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya' stomach, doesn't it, wasn't it the reason you made that Cd for me, ma, so you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma, but guess what, your gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely, and Nathan's growing up so quick, he's gonna know that your phoney, and Hailie's getting so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful, but you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral, see what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong, bitch, do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom, but how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get, you selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit, remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me, well guess what, I am dead, dead to you as can be! I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to make you cry. but tonight i'm cleaning up my closet. i said im sorry mama, i never meant to hurt you, i never meant to make you cry but tonight i'm cleaning out my closet.


died-ed at 10:58 am
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