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i don't know how to upload photos!

2009-03-25T03:38:00.000-07:00

I DON'T NEED SEE WAYYYY! _|_

a pile of bones make a dancing machine

2009-03-14T21:54:00.000-07:00

Word: why

It seems as if there's almost a need to have and to do things in excess in our society, but we tend to forget (or choose to forget) that needs stem from whys. If we'd asked ourselves the whys, we won't be in excess. En fait, I doubt we'll all be in such a fix as we are today.

Sometimes I ask questions like, Why are some people so engrossed in keeping up with other people's lives?, Why these people's moods can be so drastically changed by something which happened to their person of adoration (and thus totally out of their control)?. But then those are questions of excess, and once again I'd forgotten to ask the why.

Really, I should be asking questions like Is God ever going to be pleased with me? (which is redundant on the whole, as I suspect the answer's a big, fat NO) or When is that call ever going to come?. These questions, I have the answers to why I asked them.

PS Are dreams meant to be remembered, and questioned? Sigh.

the masked superman

2009-03-13T07:40:00.000-07:00

Word: fathom

Let me relate this incident which taught me how to do the New Age ideas of "putting self in other people's shoes" and "viewing a matter from another angle/perspective":

I burst out of my parents' room after admiring my little brother's new book - a thick tome with BrainQuest stamped on the front and lots of colorful pictures - and automatically exclaimed at Mum, "Eh lawa buku si Wafiq ah!"

She had this blase so-what? expression on her face while she replied, "Apa lawanya?"

And I fidgeted, thinking, "How do I go about explaining a bookworm's fetish to a non-bookworm?"

"Lawa lahh. Banyak colors ah." Totally the lamest excuse I've ever concocted in my whole lifetime.

---- No reply. Sigh.

But thinking back, I realized it could have been a perfect rendition of a reverse situation.

Like how when Mum croons over a seemingly 3B (bland, banal, boring - and YES! credits to Amy Sutton from Sweet Valley, ha-ha) kain or an obviously fugly one, and I'd be going all "Ohhh what the heck is she ON about?"

On another note altogether, I hate AS Level. Leaves me completely exhausted at the end, makes me feel so anti-social 'cause am too tired to pick self up from bed to go out and partayy.

burnt up

2009-03-13T01:39:00.000-07:00

That time of year when I feel like screaming at the crazies hits again.

Tick tock three.

I cannot wait to get out of school. The place's suffocating me.

a jack's mannequin lover <333333333!

2009-03-12T23:40:00.000-07:00

*drools*

as Zahid had asked me to say, "Alalalalalalalala!"
EEEEEEEEEE. Saya mahu!

tangles on a string like slow-spinning redemption

2009-03-10T02:00:00.000-07:00

Word: discipline

I am not disciplined. My body clock is going haywire from all the late-nighters I've been pulling for the past few days (slash nights). I have this essay and that homework piece and two of those tests to do/to study for (all for tomorrow, btw), but .. TA-DA! here I am! - blogging.

Discipline is not for free spirits like this and that. Sorry, punctilious (new SAT word - WOOO!) meaning adhering to etiquette and formality - YAAAWN - cannot be found in my dictionary.

The only disciple I'm disciplined in is punctuation, grammar and spelling! :D It's, like, a secret fantasy I indulge in everyday to live up to be this Grammar Wonderwoman with a stencil pen in hand to correct the abundant (and v. much cringe-worthy) sprinkling of grammar errors, faulty punctuation and inaccurate spelling. Sigh sigh sigh. FETISH! o:)

In an effort to be disciplined, I shall now proceed to studying, living up to Nina's labeling me as 'nerd'.

Q to Nina!: Do nerds have their minds in the gutter? *winks winks winks*

shorties shortits shortites

2009-03-09T09:18:00.000-07:00

Word: short

I'm short, fact.
My hair is now short, now fact.
My legs are extremely short, relative to Maria Sharapova's (sigh, sigh ..), always a fact.

Sorry to detract from the Word, but yes, I can never get my brain to wire around the reason why I do my homework at 10.30 PM, eve of its deadline. As New Zealand from my committee would say, Devout procrastinator!

Being a shortie makes me a classic bully's dream in flesh and bones ):

ALICE!

2009-03-08T19:50:00.001-07:00

No, not Alice freaking Cullen.
THE ALICE.

ALICE IN WONDERLAND! :)

http://forgetfulmajin.blogspot.com/2009/03/down-rabbit-hole-alice.html - Click it!

So, an AIW movie - finalement. I really like Alice in Wonderland, even though my memory of the cartoon is pretty fuzzy. Basically, the things I remember can be counted using my fingers: the bitchy Queen forcing Alice to play croquet, the creepy Cheshire cat .. okay, I can't even give ten things (and the ones I actually recall are probably due to my brothers watching Magic English - HA!).

But hell, I love it because I have an AIW eiderdown :p and I bought the actual book yesterday. I can't wait till Thursday, 'cause that's when my Reading for Pleasure ban's lifted (self-imposed, because of the _I_ upcoming tests and mountainload of assignments).

Alice in Wonderland rocks! :D

search me for the glory in mornings

2009-03-08T19:39:00.000-07:00

Each class I set foot into, I'd inevitably find myself seated next to a girl, be it History or Geo or Business, even AS English. This is such a powerful contrast to my past 2 years, when every time I barge in, I'd be plunking myself down next to Zul. I miss that; just barging in knowing everyone'd be there and my place is there too, secured and stabilized.

Not that I have much to complain about, but sometimes a masculine humor cheers me up loads (and pretty much effortlessly).

But I guess we all make do with what we have, or happiness would be completely wiped out of the picture.

The happiest people are the ones who like the things they're forced to do - a dumbass, albeit a smart one.

prescription pills

2009-03-08T00:26:00.000-08:00

This is solely for people who deem themselves as experts on the French language. Here's my Q:

My iPod is in French. No, it wasn't accidental - it was deliberate, because I was riding that hooty-snooty superficial high ground of being pretentiously erudite (when I shouldn't've).

Anyway, what bothered me is the fact that Songs aren't labeled as Chansons (which is what I've gathered from 4 1/2 years of French-in-the-classroom learning), instead as Morceaux.

Okay, fine, I'm cool with that, maybe I didn't know Songs are meant to be Morceaux. But after a few days, I was struck by lightning and my amensia was cured. Morceau (singular) meant slice, as in, like, a slice of pizza, un morceau de pizza.

Call for clarity, s'il vous plait! :)

Here's another (but not about French):

Anybody, anybody who owns and/or knows and/or have read the book The Outcast, well .. leave a message on the Cbox, willya?

you devout procrastinator

2009-03-08T00:17:00.000-08:00

Word: Whine.

So my first post shall be on whining. But at the present time, I cannot whine. Why? Because I'm listening to an iPod and iPods and whining don't go together. Admittedly, some music (like Secondhand Serenade) is whining in disguise, but those music shouldn't speak for the rest in the spectrum.

Oh-- what am I saying? I'm going to whine.

I'm whining about the overflowing workload on my grubby bronze (and rusty) plate.
I want to whine about how Fuzah is no longer in MS.
I wish to whine on how school should be awarded the World's Best Vacuum ever - for sucking and sapping all the soul & life out of a person. (Okay, hyperbole)
I ... wanna whine about the too-long time difference between now and September.

But I shan't take all these whinings seriously - because Whining is one of Human's favorite activities, besides Procrastinating, Getting Laid, Attempting to Get Laid and Shooting Crap about Other Humans.