Saturday, October 23, 2004

phigsty.

i wanna go and live in switzerland. switzerland is so peaceful. the education there is so flexible. everyone there is happy. everyone there understands each other. everyone there knows another language besides english and its not malay. everything there is nice. there's the swiss alps, the swatch watches, the 20 dollar plate of spaghetti, the chocolates.. everything there is so perfect.. so perfect that its so cliche. dang, i think i'm going to be stuck in singapore forever if i don't get my butt to send that application form to that canadian school and get myself accepted. blahdeeda.


i just realised how pigsty-ish my room is. goodness, what kind of a girl am i? i can't even keep my room clean and here i am dreaming of going to a boarding school and manage myself in lala-land. i couldn't believe the amount of dirt, dust, rubbish and hair that had been lurking all over my room when i was sweeping the floor just now. i even had to sweep the dirt off my mattress!(yes, i've no bed) like oh my god.. i had to pile all my bags(haha, mir, my bags. as if i've got alot.) on Mr. Brown because there isn't any more space left anywhere in my room to keep them. and my desk is like super packed. actually, so is my floor. super covered with books and notes and papers and all those shiznit that i need for revision for that bloody o levels which is in about a week. -dies- okok. -awakes- and my cds are all over the room. and my wall is like a prison cell with the graffiti and all. i shall not discuss the state of my room any longer. because now, it's clean. yeah. and it's going to remain clean for only a few hours. then it's going to be a sty again and i won't clean it until another 2 weeks.


I WANT MY MAID BACK!!!

ugh. i really do want her back. how can my mom possibly put me in this position. in such a position that i have to clean my room on my own every 2 weeks, clean the toilet fortnightly too(but hey, i get paid for this one so it doesn't matter.), do the dishes and occasionally cook dinner for my sister?! i need my maid. i need someone to sweep my floor everyday because i won't do it. i won't keep my parquet clean. its so disgustingly dirty even after i swept the floor because i haven't mop-ed the floor since january this year. i need someone to prepare me breakfast, lunch and dinner. i need someone to keep on calling me whenever i'm not home yet or when i'm coming home late. i need someone to talk to me in bahasa indonesia! even though she can speak singapura melayu quite well, i still like talking in bahasa indon. heh. i need someone to iron my uniform/clothes. or else i'll wear the same uniform like again and again and the only reason it doesn't smell is cause i spray some fragrance onto it and let it air. (disgusting, i know) i need someone to nag at me when i don't wake up. I NEED SOMEONE TO NAG AT ME WHENEVER I MESS UP MY ROOM!! i just miss her. i need her. i need a maid. i need someone to organise my things. i can't do it on my own. how can my mum possibly think that i can keep the house clean and memper-clean-kan my house for the hari raya and study for o levels at the same time?! dang, i can't even keep my room clean! -breaks down and cry- i know i sound like a brat but i was brought up with a maid all my life. a year without a maid is like torture! its like my room is my prison cell(even my mom agrees with this) and i'm expected to maintain it on my own. even prisoners have wardens to maintain them!






i'm the phig.

my room is my sty.

phigsty.

i think i should just die.









i'm talking to kel about getting out of singapore for holidays. food. accommodation. places. cameron highlands. KAY EL! brunei. indonesia. cameron highlands again. banana prata. tea plantations. strawberry park hotel. weird accommodations. bah. i need a time machine. and i need to shut her up before i go crazy and runaway from singapore before o's are here.




ENOUGH BLOGGING OR NOT?!?!?!?!?! GO STUDY LAH YOU STUPID FAT ASS BITCH. YOUR O'S ARE ONLY A WEEK AWAY!!!!!!!!!


actually, its lin shan's birthday that is a week away.. aha!






i should stop, really.


died-ed at 1:15 pm
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Friday, October 22, 2004

dangshitfuckdie

my internet connection should just kill itself for architecturing a whole new reason for unnecessary usage of profanity. obviously, i had already typed a whole load of junk before this one and i got disconnected. thus, my whole load of junk was just an illusion of some sort that disappeared right before my eyes.


so, i shall retype whatever that i've typed before. even though it's not word-for-word, who cares? it's my space. you're reading it. you're at my mercy. so anyway, here it goes. (yes, i'm that bored and too lazy an o level student to study)


fuck hiatus.


okay, whoops. i'm supposed to be fasting. but wth. i just killed a fly.


i wasn't interviewed by Detik after all. thank god. because i didn't want to be interviewed in malay of a subject that i am clueless about. nor did i want to appear on SURIA, SINARAN HIDUP ANDA. i prefer attending science tuition at RED HEART EDUCATION CENTRE with JR and MX and laughing at joe's corny attempts at making good jokes silently in my mind. thank goodness that K didn't come because it wouldn't be any use for her since she's forever sipping on to her vanilla coke and try to eat silently without anyone noticing when it's pretty much obvious and i wonder when she'll finally realise that. dang, but if she attended the lesson, joe won't be making his corny jokes. joe will flirt with her or give more attention to her. whatever. her presence just makes him shut up. joe shuts up=i can concentrate. anyway, dang, i'm not supposed to bitch about people. i'm fasting. geez. fasting=no food and drinks; no swearing; no killing of animals; and definately NO BITCHING ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE. well. i just can't help it that i'm bad at it. at least i'm already at juz 6 of the Quran..


i finally finished memorising both malay and higher malay peribahasas! -applause, applause- that takes up a tremendous effort since i'm not like my sister who can like memorise her whole damn science textbook for her finals. and i'm finally through social studies. i want to move to switzerland. everything's so cliche-ish peaceful there. but expenses are too much higher than what i'm recieving now. so heck it. i'll probably be stuck in singapore forever unless i get accepted at that canadian scool next year. i've finished all the emaths rev.. blah. no one wants to read about studies. and i hate typing about studies. just that i love the fact that i've done something. whatever.


so, Jason Feng. you've been secretly given me the nickname Door Keeper. well done. i love it. finally i've got some credits for opening the back doors of the classroom every morning. its hard work! someone has to acknowledge my commitment to those purple doors.. what other names do you have for me apart from that and ODJ and Third Eye and Snorter? i'm interested to know.. no, i'm not mad. even though my tone sounds rather harsh. but i'm an unreliable source. so uh, don't take me seriously. blah. too much SBQs.


maybe i should do like what jason did on his blog. a whole entry on his secondary school like. but wth. i can't be bothered right now. and i'm very sure that my connection's fucked up again cos i can't load the other web window. i don't think any of you care if i did a whole post anyway. heh. not many people actually come to read my blog. some people come just to discreetly advertise their own blogs by tagging. heh.


i didn't know villain is spelt as villain. all this while i thought i was spelt as villian. whatever.


that was redundant. THIS is redundant.


















like the passing of the november shower,

it's the end for now.


no, i did not break up with my boyfriend.


died-ed at 1:59 pm
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