Sunday, February 29, 2004

craziness.

i don't know what's up with rashidah from madrasah. i SO don't talk to her and the only reason i talk to her is because she talks to me and the only reasons she talks to me is because she's a belia istiqamah and i am practically the daughter of the chairman of that mosque so she talks to me to get updates but i am the type who couldn't and wouldn't care shiznit about what is happening tere. anyway, back to my point, i don't understand why when i sms her about important stuff about madrasah, she won't reply anothing. nothing. zilch. nada. and then sometimes, out of the blue, she would send me good night messages and those friendship, girly-girly messages. gosh. i'm not even close to her. the feeling is just weird. but i guess, i'm just too lovable larh eh.


i am still in the dilemma whether or not i should drop higher malay. and this is after talking to my mentors. gahz.


poly poly poly poly poly poly poly poly poly poly. nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa. poly poly poly poly poly poly poly poly poly poly. nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa. poly poly poly poly poly poly poly poly poly poly. nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa. poly poly poly poly poly poly poly poly poly poly. nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa nafa.


died-ed at 7:33 pm
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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.


[edit]:

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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