See how friendly I am, to actually bother to know why people hate me.
But the "hater" didn't exist in the 1st place.
Bummer.
Aaaaaaaaaaanyways.
The skin is peeling off but I can't be bothered.
I've grown 2 tones darker.
And no, I'm not being racist. *COUGH* Like Nabila *COUGH*
I have no idea what to blog about, actually.
But since I'm feeling like shit, I might as well do something to cheer other people up.
Starbucks Coffee, Malaysian flavaaaaaaaaaa.
allowed entry at 8:08 pm
hahahahahahahaaahaha
Hello anon.
Welcome to http://femme-fatele.blogspot.com
Be happy that you're my very first hate-tagger ever since I opened a blog years ago.
But sorry to say, I don't think you understand my English.
I damn well didn't say that I love hate-taggers hate-tagging my blog.
I said that I "like constructive criticisms".
And your tag of "u skank! you like hate tags? i'll do a favour. i confess, i hate u n ur boring blog. bye! oh the only reason im here is to tell you i hate you. haaaaahhh." and "i'll leave more hate tags soon since you love it soooo much. like i totally make your day riteee. till then.. jeng3 *evil laugh*" is nowhere near constructive criticism.
Nigga, please.
You said that the only reason you're here is to tell me you hate me.
But why have you been visiting my blog before you finally had the urge to tag?
And you said "bye!", then you say that you'll leave more hate tags soon.
Damn. You're one indecisive hate-tagger, aren't you?
One question.
Why do you hate me?
Did I do something wrong and it offended the hell out of you till you hate me?
If you don't wanna flood my blog by telling me how I offended you, add me at MSN.
isolatedstar90@hotmail.com
Or better yet, meet me.
I just hope that I don't get stabbed or slashed.
ahahhaa kay not funny.
And! I wanna know who "." is.
Come, tell me your name.
Do I know you?
You seem nice.
Sorry I acted so rashly about your tag.
SEE! I AM SO FRIENDLY.
Hurh.
Anyhooooos.
Take a look at my foot!
I am now officially disabled.
-___________-"
So I went to Tampines Polyclinic, just in case I needed to get some X-ray done on my foot.
Which turned out to be true.
Went on the X-ray, and the doctor said that my pinkie toe is fractured.
She referred me to the Accident and Emergency at Changi Hospital.
My parents freaked out and came down. Neneh.
After 3 hours of waiting, all the nurses did was bandage my foot.
I could've bloody hell did that myself.
But if I really did, my toe wouldn't exist after 2 days. heh.
And I can't remove the bandage for 2 weeks, which is the date for my appointment with my orthopedics doctor.
Gah.
And to Achmad Faisal, the self-proclaimed hero, thank you.
I seriously think that my parents like you. hahaha
I love you. Like, a whoooooooooooooole lot.
♥♥♥
allowed entry at 8:01 pm
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
I have my first hate tagger about me being vulgar.
Truth is, I've been trying to decrease my usage of vulgarities.
But it's sorta like 'Pringles'.
"Once You Pop, You Can't Stop!"
Nice analogy, aye?
HEH.
So anyways, about me being vulgar.
If it bothers you that much, skip the vulgarities and read on then.
"why are you so damn vulgar?"
"damn", isn't that considered a vulgarity?
How contradicting is that?
But anyways, I like constructive criticisms.
=)
On with the Sentosa outing!
I wanna rewind yesterday and take more group pictures.
I didn't take 2 trillion pictures, like I usually do.
And yesterday wasn't the best outing planned.
Jon had to go off early, like at noon.
So Nabila and I sent him off to the Sentosa Express monorail shit thingy.
And I don't know what happened that I suddenly bumped into Nabila, and I heard a loud crack on my foot and my pinkie toe sorta dislocated.
It went outwards and pointed not more than 45º to the right.
Scary shit.
Then a nice security person came by, then beach patrol.
Nabila and I got to ride the cute little beach patrol car thing and we heard people talking about me via the radio thingy. haha
So yada yada, they told me to go to the hospital.
But instead, we went back to swimming and everything.
And while in the water, clever old Faisal went and stepped on my already distorted toe and there was another loud crack.
But this one was a 'good' accident.
Despite the fact that tears clogged in my eyes.
My toe looked normal, but when I looked again, it turned blue-black.
Till now. I have a retarded right foot.
And now it's purple. Wtf.
Anyways.
Faizal, Reezan, Hatim, Fitri, Haiqal, Haikal, Daya, Meera, Nabila, Faisal.
And me! The awesome photographer ^_^
He could still smile for the camera after stepping on my foot.
And Nabila can still take a photo.
-.-
And my favourite photo!
I want more photos.
There were so many picture-perfect moments.
GAH!
allowed entry at 8:51 pm
hahahahahahahahaahahahahhahahaha
You're making me laugh out loud.
Like, really really loudly.
It's amazing the way you reacted, when you didn't even care in the first place.
I hope shit happens to you.
Cause you've been giving me shit all these while.
It's called 'karma', bitch.
And I really do believe in it.
Don't try to gain sympathy from others.
Cause hell, they don't give a flying fuck.
Look at your goddamn self in the motherfucking mirror.
Wallow in your pathetic situation.
Immerse yourself in your lifestyle.
I sure as hell ain't impressed with what you've got going on for yourself.
It's sick.
That's what I'd call it.
I won't say 'take care'.
Cause instead, I'm taking care.
Goddamn egotistical motherfucking cunt face.
Nothing in the world can make me change my perception of you.
Screw you.
Sod off.
Seriously.
allowed entry at 11:19 am
This is what I see nowadays.
Nothing but sweet smiles from the people I know.
From strangers.
Even from my cats.
Or maybe it's just a figment of my imagination.
I think my constant "keeping-quiet-all-of-a-sudden-cause-I'm-in-deep-thought" phase is slowly fading away.
Put that aside. Nowadays, my words aren't even phrased properly.
And all I can think about now is... nothing.
Look into my brain and all you can see is a monkey playing with cymbals.
Ohkay maybe not.
Right now I'm irritated with MTV.
And once again, it has occurred to me how shallow people are these days.
Ohkay I shan't talk about that.
In the end, I'll just piss all over their shit faces.
I think I talk shit about people too much.
Cause my throat's getting worse.
And my body's starting to ache.
Please don't lemme get sick.
I have big plans.
I'm gonna cook.
I'm gonna bake.
And I'm not gonna infect others.
Especially my beloved bitches and bastards.
Screw my boyfriend. He's already sick.
haha kidding.
I'm nice. I'm accompanying him to the docter lah ohkay!
SHOVE IT. haha
The new Spice Girls song is niiiiice.
It's called "Headlines (Friendships Never End)"
Nabila, go read the lyrics.
I dedicate the song to you.
ILY.
Spot me.
=D
And yeah. I didn't go to school today.
Sorry Dane.
Sorry Nizam.
I feel
really bad. GAH!
allowed entry at 9:09 pm
Why is it that when I keep quiet, people keep on asking me if I'm having problems?
Yes, I do have my fair share of laughter every now and then but
Do you expect me to be constantly noisy?
Do you expect me to be running my mouth 24/7?
I'm human. I get tired.
I need to recharge my battery once in a while too you know.
I need to sit down and ponder about things.
And I just realised what fuckers some people can be.
People like you should be stabbed 5 times in the face, 14 times at the body and 7465 times in the heart.
Then someone should cut off your balls, place them at your chin and make a punching bag out of them.
That's if you had balls in the first place.
Fuckers.
allowed entry at 11:04 pm
WE GANGSTA.
Bear with Faisal's pictures this month ohkay.
Then you won't see them for a year.
GAAAAHH!!!!
Anyhoos.
I feel too damn demoralised to go to school anymore.
With the fucked up timetable, the boring lessons, the assignments, the tests, the everything.
I feel like sleeeeeeeeeping till the term break.
I wanna sleep.
I need sleep.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
allowed entry at 8:00 pm
This is what happens when a cat owner gets bored.
Nyahahaha.
allowed entry at 2:45 pm
Ohkaaaaaaaaay.
My tagboard's in bloody mess.
I haven't been updating a lot.
Cause
1) I'm not bothered to.
2) I don't know what to blog about.
3) My life has been blissful.
Too darn blissful till there's nothing else to say.
But who am I kidding.
School still sucks the life out of me.
And I still don't have a job.
And I'm going broke by the hour.
I realise I'm becoming whinier by the hour too.
I don't want 11 December to come.
I love Achmad Faisal.
xoxoxoxo
allowed entry at 9:47 pm
Stupid retail people.
I bet their lives are so bloody miserable that they have to show you stupid faces and be rude to others to make themselves feel better.
Why be in the retail industry in the first place?
Bloody rude ass bitches.
If you don't like being friendly,
don't be in retail you bloody nigga!GAH! So annoying.
The customer service over here seriously needs a wake up call.
And I've decided not to steal my own money.
I've realised that would be irrational, childish and stupid.
I'll just wait till a miracle happens.
And that miracle would be;
1. my dad being an angel and spending some of his bonus on a specific cammy for his lovely daughter.
2. my mum being out of her mind and giving me 599 bucks.
3. me getting a job.
So pray for me, people.
And God will love you.
haha
One word. Schoolgirl.
Yeah. Faisal has green hair =D
xoxo
♥
allowed entry at 1:54 pm
Sod it.
Whatev.
I don't give a flying fuck.
All I wanna do now is grab that 600 bucks from my bank account and spend it on one fine piece of machinery.
Then, I'll work my goddamn ass off to repay myself for spending my own freaking money.
YES. Imma stop being lazy and start working.
Can't believe I'm actually saying it.
Ohkay bye.
Off for a jobhunt.
I'll see you soon, baby.
I can't find my lighter.
WHERE IS MY LIGHTER?!
allowed entry at 12:19 am
This baby is going to be mine.
All mine.
I drool just by looking at it.
I'm sitting in a puddle of my saliva right now.
I think if I stare at it too long, I'll get an orgasm.
I'm imagining it in my hands.
Any guy walking past me at that point of time might get lucky and have free sex at the mall.
hhahahahahha
Now.
To gather 599 sing freaking dollars.
... is the expression on my face.
My bro ju
st asked me to edit his friendster.
And I just realised that I'm a friendster noob.
Myspace is so my specialty.
Fuck friendster.Come, boycott it with me =)
I don't know how to use friendster lah sial!AKU KENTAL.So?
allowed entry at 12:04 am
Just when I thought I had the "mysterious vibe" hovering around me, I get to know that I'm nowhere near there.
My friends are really sneaky.
With the way they go behind my back and talk about me.
They practically know every single thing going on in my life, though I've never said anything in particular to anyone.
I tell them the bits and pieces, and they sum everything up together and get the big picture.
Smart people, my friends.
In a way, I'm really flattered that they actually do care about me and really mean what they say.
They make up half of my life. Maybe even more.
Sometimes they amaze me. They even make me speechless.
No one makes me speechless.
Cause I'm always running my mouth here and there.
So when one makes me speechless, you'll know I'm either amazed or freaked out.
I think they combine those two reactions and make my heart freeze.
It's amazing, the way they make me feel.
The way they move me.
The way they make me feel safe and secured.
The way they make me feel so special.
I feel like I'm being watched over by them, though they're not always in sight.
I don't know what I did to deserve them, really.
I guess luck is just on my side right now.
Whatever it is, it's really working for me and I'm grateful. I truly am.
I would wanna list out all the names, but maybe I'll just keep them to myself.
You guys are too special to be exposed to the whole wide world to.
Yeah, I'm selfish about my friends ahhahahah XD
To me, friendships aren't temporary and they aren't just a phase that passes by.
Friendships; they never ever sink.
If you think you're one of "them", you
probably are.
allowed entry at 5:22 pm
MEH hehehehehehee
My dad's gonna buy us a new PS3.
Eventhough we have 1 already.
And a PS2.
Come to think of it, why do we need so many?!
Neeeehhhhh!!!
Told them to buy me a semi-pro camera.
And they all gave me stares.
Chao naaaaaaaaaaaabey.
Then the many many playstations for what?!
Gundu nenehs.
I think my house is where the gundus of the world unite.
-__________-"
School trip to Terminal 3 was...
was...
uh?
It was made fun by the endless punching of people and people punching me.
Nabeys. Pain, you know!
Honestly, I expected more in T3.
It's just humongously ginormouus.
And it costs, and I quote, S$4,600/square foot compared to the S$2,000/square foot for T1 and T2.
Like whoa.
And there are double-glazed glass panels everywhere.
If I were to turn on a high-pitch sound, everyone will die from getting stabbed by pieces of ginormous falling glass.
I look like a fucking ghost.
So paaaaaale O.o
I think I'm gonna die soon.
And those 2 up there are the primary reason why I go to school.
They make me smile real widely like =D
AAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
I'm fucking stressed out lah, fuck.
I wanna dye my hair red.
I wanna get 2 more peircings on my lips to get a complete a spiderbite.
I wanna pierce my left eyebrow.
I wanna get my septum pierced.
I wanna stay home everyday, spend my days lying in bed or infront of the tv.
Weeeeeeeeaaaaaaarrggggghhhh.......
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