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Saturday, March 27, 2004

misconceptions.

i swept the floor, did the dishes, cooked, scrubbed the stove, washed the restrooms and folded all the clothes. i havent had my shower since this morning when i woke up and its already 5:46 pm. i spent the whole day at home alone, whilst everyone else was out. and to think it was my dad's day off from work today. heh. so when i asked if i could go out later on just to spend my time out of this rathole, i found out that i've only got 2 choices: to go visit my aunt who just gave birth again OR to the mosque. and both of which i don't find pleasure of doing on a weekend. i wish my dad would turn the dining table into a pool-cum-dining table so we can really practice play billard properly instead of having to hit marbles with a large stick. heh.


dad just did this crazy experiment of which direction my strength is at.. mira's one facing south, dad's facing east, mom's a nother and my brother's facing south. and mine is undefinable. what an outkast.


and no people, i did not break up with anyone recently. stop pm-ing me on msn and asking if some bloke just broke my heart or sth. the bloke that broke my heart for another broke my heart like 2 years ago.. the period of time of which i was at my 2nd most messed-up phase of my life. yeah. so, stop it. if you know me well enough, you'd know very well that i haven't had my heart broken. so. just stop pm-ing already and flooding my toolbar and stuff.


alot of people owe me alot of money. and i'm broke. and no one's paying up. -eats a whole peice and shit and pretends to be dead-


i'm dead. yup.



died-ed at 6:09 pm
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Friday, March 26, 2004

love.

i used to think that only fictional charactors are capable of falling in love, that love is just a realm, far away from reality. i used to get that weird feeling whenever i see a couple rejoice. i'd feel like shouting at their faces. like "WHASSUP WITH YOU PEOPLE AND ALL THESE LOVE YADA YADA THANG?". i just don't know why and how i have learnt to accept this love shiznit. like suddenly its okay for my friends to have crushes and date, like suddenly the fact that my brother has a girlfriend is sinking in, like suddenly love is one of the elements that makes the world go round... and then one day i fell in love with the nicest person ever. and he broke my heart because his heart shifted to another. then i realise that love causes pain too. though love lifts us up where we belong, love allows us to realise that there's always that one chance that we may be let down. love teaches me to penetrate the feeling, teaches me to be careful with whom i trust my heart with... its so damn ironic. one time, it may seem so redundant and at another, you just can't get enough of it. its rather pecular, supernatural, mysterious.. so... vague.


"what is love?

cos baby i don't know,

i've got a funny feeling in my heart.."



died-ed at 9:22 pm
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Wednesday, March 24, 2004

yellow.

Look at the stars,

Look how they shine for you,

And everything you do,

Yeah, they were all yellow.


I came along,

I wrote a song for you,

And all the things you do,

And it was called "Yellow."


So then I took my turn,

Oh what a thing to have done,

And it was all "Yellow."


Your skin

Oh yeah, your skin and bones,

Turn into something beautiful,

You know, you know I love you so,

You know I love you so.


I swam across,

I jumped across for you,

Oh what a thing to do.

Cos you were all "Yellow"


I drew a line,

I drew a line for you,

Oh what a thing to do,

And it was all "Yellow."


Your skin,

Oh yeah your skin and bones,

Turn into something beautiful,

And you know for you,

I'd bleed myself dry for you,

I'd bleed myself dry.


It's true, look how they shine for you,

Look how they shine for you,

Look how they shine for,

Look how they shine for you,

Look how they shine for you,

Look how they shine.


Look at the stars,

Look how they shine for you,

And all the things that you do.




earworms, again.


guess what? my efforts of getting up in the morning to do my art was wasted. the dateline was extended. yeah. so yeah. i should just eat shit and die.



died-ed at 8:00 pm
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i'm.. crazy.

i can't beleive that i just slept at 1 am and woke up at 3.45 am just for my darling art observational sketches and i'm still not done yet. kaylarh, maybe half the time i was yawning and the time i used the computer for research was wasted. like what i am doing now. still got half and hour before i go to school. argh. argh. argh. art. love it, gotta complete it.


cikgu razilah:......dewan pelajar atau dewan siswa atau .....

me: dewan pelajar...? that's like primary school.. the only reason i read it is for the "comot dan comel" comic..

adiba: yah, yah!! me too.. the comic's like us lah..

-----silence-----

me and adiba at the same time: i am the comel.. (haha..)

-----stares at the paper shreds on my table-----

me:okay lah, i am the comot.



i hate the physics substitute. she's so..... bimbo.



died-ed at 6:03 am
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Monday, March 22, 2004

first day is a haha.

no comments larh hor............................


well, at least i went to town. for nothing.....


another post wasted.....


but hey, blogging is free.......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


oh. the new time table sucks. we have 5 straight periods of maths on monday. MORNING, MIND YOU. don't they ever spare us the thought of monday blues and the fact that we are teenagers, and teenagers sleep in class on monday mornings, especially if it rains. stupid school.


english was a bore just now. lame, crappy english partner didn't come. boohooo.


back to copying homework.






rica, you love this don't you? another redundant post...



died-ed at 8:42 pm
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Sunday, March 21, 2004

true blue procrastinator.

i still have not started on my 40 first-hand observational sketches, my amaths and emaths tys, my tuition homework, my physics assignment, and my english picture description. and oh yeah, literature assignment on the grass is singing. i haven't even completed reading that book. all i know that mary married dick because she felt that she had to get herself tied down for social acceptence and dick married mary because he needed company and he wanted children. and mary didn't want children cos she thought that children was a burden, and she had this grudge against the blacks. so the book is rather racist and its like a vicious cycle but thank God my teacher looks like an ape with a passion for literature, i actually find joy paying attention to her during her lessons and score a measly 25% for my term results. hoorah hoorah.


so whilst i'm worrying how i'm supposed to get my observational sketches done, i am also worry how early i should come to school tomorrow. not that i'm enthusiastic or anything, but o's are coming and i do have a goal to acheive. which reminds me, i have a time-table to prepare.. looks like i'm not sleeping tonight. and that i'll be half-awake during newswatch tomorrow morning. and practically scratching my head half the time during all 5 maths periods and snoring during english... argh. english reminds me my role of being the reading monitress shiznit and that the class have to hand in their book reports and i'm only 3 quater through hearts in atlantis. who cares. i'm sure the guni sack would cut the reading rep some slack. hail reading reps! bernard, there's a positive point for being the geeky reading rep after all! :D


again, i find that i'm back to my redundant posts days of blogging. my deep thoughts simply vanished for awhile. maybe they went for a little getaway until the o's are over. i don't know.


the cat in a hat is... cheesy.



died-ed at 9:22 pm
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i'm back and dead.

[edit]: got this from farhan's nick. and i love him for this quote.:

TRUTH: WOMEN ARE SMARTER THAN MEN, AND I CAN PROVE IT. WHAT IS WOMAN'S BEST FRIEND? DIAMONDS. WHAT IS MAN'S BEST FRIEND? DOGS. haha.[/edit]


i'm back from shopping. eating ramlees. eating satay. eating ikan bakar. eating lah hor. it was an eating holiday. so i'm a little more tight on my waist, as if i hadn't been even before this holiday.. heh. so shopping was great. got myself 2 new footwear. finally. and then i got myself a new shirt. and loads of milk. bwaha. i'm bored shitless right now. gotta do my art already. so yeah.


i updated my second yahoo album. the new albums are the bbq and the hols. so check it out. if u're that bored. yeap.


i regretted not taking that "election promotion. one carton RM11.50" sign.



died-ed at 10:28 am
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immortal;

myz iQah. atiQ. tiQue. 050588. malay + arab + indonesian + chinese = pulchritudinous & lovely. art student. die hard fan of sunny. ex-rosythian. current bowenian and ain't proud of it. often vacillating. unwell. unappreciated. miss undazstood. bloginality is INTP. foreign malay converser. eccentric. very much in love with HERSELF. and him.


living and dead;

&loves coldplay. the ataris. linkin park. oasis. cheese. tiramisu cheesecake. pasta. cookies. cap Qs. starwars. graffiti. stephen king and isla dewar.
&hates microwave dinners. drifters. malay essays. show offs. drama queens. not being able to locate stuff. scrubbing my bedroom wall clean.


coffins;

^ FlipandSplog
^ i-mockery
^ mutedfaith
^ necrotic obsession
^ yahoo album
^ the other yahoo album
^ PennyArcade
^ RoundRobin
^ SlackersComix
^ Three-Thirteen
^ unofficial bw forum


mourners;

+ airell
+ amirah
+ ayu
+ bev
+ bnard
+ breakblaze
+ ceetee
+ elvish popstar
+ had
+ ida
+ ili
+ jason
+ jerald
+ joyce
+ lil meer
+ maygalai
+ nina
+ pinkpeach
+ rachel
+ rafie
+ ray
+ r.y.x.
+ shafik
+ shafiqah
+ shan
+ sharee
+ shez
+ spookey
+ urbanini
+ widee


words of wisdom;

"The difference between the rich and the poor:
Poor people say,'I can't afford it'.
Rich people say,'How can I afford it'."
source: Rich dad, Poor dad.


your will;

Thagboard Mehssage.
mourner;

coffin;

speak; (emo?)




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