martes, mayo 29, 2007

Happy looks good on you.

Dear log,

Exams are finally over and the party's here at the west-side. Danial's still in Bangkok. Ok so tell me, how am i supposed to make it through the summer without him, if I go crazy when it's just 4 days? Hlknalfnlanfglanvg.

Yaya and I had a 1on1 yesterday. It was really good, I missed her :( She mentioned that it sucked being the youngest in the group when she was my age. She pointed out to me that being the baby of the group, or the manja of the group isn't what its cut out to be. One by one, everybody will be leaving. When they're all in uni, college, work whatever. I'll probably still be in school. I'll be last one to go, and they'll not be there to send me off.

Sooner or later, everybody's gonna be spread out to the world. Set free to really, finally be able to make their on mistakes and actually learn from it. The thing with Brunei is, you can't really learn from your mistakes because you've always got your friends/parents/whatever telling you what to do and what not to do. But once you're finally out there, who's gonna clean after you? Who's look after you then? One mistake that everybody makes is that they don't really want to get out of Brunei.

They just want to get away from the drama. The drama in Brunei gets old real fast. And there's nothing to do here anymore, there's just gadong and.. empire?

You want to go. We want to go; where everybody knows our name.

Why am I in such a hurry to grow up?

Um.

sábado, mayo 26, 2007

You've got me feeling like a child now.

I can't wait to see you again, I love you like the whole world!

PS, Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer will be waiting :) Pwromise.

jueves, mayo 24, 2007

Is my baby still my baby true?

I want to break free.

miércoles, mayo 23, 2007

Beb Beb Beb Beb Beb Beb Beb Beb.

I have been extra-extra-bitchy nowadays. What with the exams going on, and to be the cherry on the fucking top, I have my period. So. The exam fever in good'old St.George's has spread. Instead of girls bitching and boys.. well being boys. We've now got students holding books in their hands with any chance they get. It's funny, when it's just laying on your shelf at home, just waiting to be read. You just leave it there, for the cobwebs to feed on. But when there's an exam right by the corner, the books are bestest friends in the world. Why can't we just be prepared? Why can't we prepare the right way? Ok, fine. Why can't I prepare for an exam or test or whatever the right way? Do I crave for the rush of studying, for the sleepless nights? Or does being a lazy slob than a prepared student sound more fun to me?

School has been a pain. I really still would like to know why it starts at such an ungodly hour? Lets say, if they agree (they being the adversaries of every student and teenage child that goes to school) to hmm i don't know just start school at 12pm? That way, both teachers and students can learn to compensate. They give us time to sleep, we return the knowledge they give us with good grades for our tests. Now doesn't that sound like fun?

I want to know when school became boring to me. I used to be the number one fan of school, even when I hadn't started school yet I was up-and-ready in Dana's old uniform just to send abang and kakak to school. I used to do my homework in the car on the home from school. School was my haven, but now.. it's kjngfsknfalmnglansg. I guess it just flows with the year, bite me 2007.

And as for you. I don't like you.

I have my period I therefore can legally kill you.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did my back hurt your knife? :) I will bitch-slap you black and blue. No wait, I will punch you black and blue. Ah kaya ah?

domingo, mayo 20, 2007

Banar!

I AM STARTING A PETITION.

I am going to get 100 people to sign to MAKE SURE the friggin canteen ladies where gloves and hairnets. WHY MAY YOU ASK?! WHY?! 3RD FRIGGIN TIME I FOUND HAIR IN MY FOOD. CAN YOU SAY ;LSJGOKNHWEOLNEW SGLNSELNG, CAUSE I CAN.

The 100 people who ARE going to sign this petition do not know about this yet, but they will.

K Woooooooooooooooooooosa.

jueves, mayo 17, 2007

Honour and Labour, is our fucking motto and rule.

Hello blogger world, it's been awhile. And yes, I've actually missed blurting my feelings, my thoughts to a computer screen, to the internet explorer world, and oh my god do i highly believe that nobody actually reads this. And that maybe because I don't want anyone to read my shite neither do I want to start telling them about this shit of a blog. The only actual person that I think reads this, is Danial. Who just checks for any mentioning of names from the X-file, and Dana. She finds anything I write interesting. There could be a piece of tissue paper I doodled on and she'd be the first person in line to read what I wrote. Love that gay thing.

School has been sucha drag lately. And to make matters worst, exams are just next week. Eeeek. Just when you think this escapade is enough, the cultural group has decided to be up and running. After break today in school, I spent the whole time outside of class. Not like everybod else wasn't. But instead of being in the canteen being the loudest, most exasperating students we are, I was in the office with Ms Bheng. Discussing this, that, aaaaaaaand that. But I'm not complaining. I like the busyness. I really do. But the week before our mid-years? Aigosmigo, you gotta be kidding me. St. George. St. George, St. George, St. George. I used to love that school, with all my heart. I used to be the number one fan of school. But it's changed sooo much. What with the surroundings, the plants, the staffroom and the way they give out the knowledge. It's just nt fun anymore. I know, school isn't supposed to be about 'fun', but when did the school start hiring teachers as if they were just picked out from the pasar? Seriously. Any student from ANY class could teach better than some of the staff members. I know right, who am i to say? But hey, my blog, my thoughts, MY RULES :) na-na-na-na.

It's not like having bad teachers is already bad enough, our canteen! Susmaryosep. Can you say unhygenic? Cause I surely fucking can. Did the Ministry Of Health forgot to mention hairnets? Gloves? Cause it sure looks like they did. Fine, if you're not gonna wear hairnets, please make sure that none of your HAIR gets to the FOOD that the CHILDREN!!!! buy to avoid HUNGER!!!!!! AND, if you're not gonna wear gloves, please LAH. AT LEAST, keep your NAILS.. SHOOOOOORT!! or maybe even CLEAN? Ever considered that? Youse nasty. Nasty hair for nasty lady. Ugly nails for ugly lady. You know, I BET you, I'm the only student in the school who has a complaint almost everyweek. Ok, I'm making the school sound real bad, but look okay. It's not like it's that good anyway.

Anyway, I'm gonna watch desperate housewives, with a hug and kiss.. I'm out like this :) - I miss my Yaya.

OH! IF YOU CAN SING, DANCE, ACT, OR PLAY ANY INSTRUMENT.. PLEASE CONTACT ME :)TENGKS

martes, mayo 15, 2007

Now you're the song I love to sing.

The trouble with songs is that you always attach them to a situation, a moment. Such that no matter how you forget you felt in that instant, that one single tune can bring you right back there.

You remember everything. The things you forget, the feelings you felt and forgot, the sensations, the sights, the breeze in your hair. You remember exactly how you felt in that instant. And the words web a weave around you that gets you tangled up in them and you forget the present and live in your memories.

And if not that, a song, each different song, brings you somewhere else. Some place you've never been. Each song finds a new you. Someone you don't know, scenarios your eyes have never seen but which lingers in your heart. And sometimes someone you remember but can't seem to grasp.

But with that one song you are everywhere but here. And the beauty is that because of that, we can go anywhere we want. And that is in our power if nothing else is.

domingo, mayo 13, 2007

Catch-29.

They say the unexamined life isn't worth living, but what if the examining became your life? Is that living, or just procrastinating? And. What if all those helpful lunches and late night phone calls to friends have made us all girl talk, but no girl action.

Is it time to stop questioning?

viernes, mayo 11, 2007

Haha.

He wasn't supposed to go.

Fuck Friday.

I didn't get to sing today. I didn't get enough sleep yesterday. Danial's in tuition. The only thing that can make me happy now sex and the city.

Pick a little, pick a little.

Funny. If I'm the kid here, why are you the one that still exasperates me? Please lah, putih ko karang leh ku.

martes, mayo 08, 2007

"Sudah simpan cream lai"?

For the past week, every single day of the week.. I have seen ze loml. And boy, am i loving it. Loml makes me happy. Like really happy. PINK INK: never play speed with loml. My Mr X seems to calm me down everytime something wires me up, be it by making me laugh at the most stupid things, or just with mr wiggles, or by playing a horror film on and both of us start acting like two 5 year olds who're very close to pissing their pants.

I love being around him, instead of the girl who tries-to-look-perfect-but-fails-with flying colors that i usually bring out, the reaaaaaaaally retarded fat girl who doesn't care where she picks her nose comes out. I love that girl, it's so fun being her. When Papa Croatian's out or busy, her grabs the lights and i grab the lighter. I love Mr X. And I'm Ms. Y. That's why we're SO meant to be. He-he-he. (Bear with me)

Anyway. Enough with ze Xs and Ys. We had an anti-drug talk today. Ya Allah Ya Tuhanku, please let me have my 2 boys and 1 girl before I get to taste that nasty cane.

Amocha.