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Tuesday, April 29, 2008

allowed entry at 11:25 pm

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Kay thanks bye!
>=[

Friday, April 25, 2008

allowed entry at 10:30 pm

Happy 19th Birthday, asshole.
You and I both know I love you.
Thanks for having my back all this while.
Making me smile when I'm down.
Making me laugh till I'm on the brink of peeing in my pants.
The other 1/3 of the Happy Three Friends will be back sooner than you know it.
I. Cannot. Wait. To. Meet. You.
I can't make it to PS's gig =((
But the phone call was more than enough to keep me happy.
Sayang kau ah.

I'm at a point whereby I've come to realise,
Eventhough times are good or bad, you're always alone.
No one's there to cheer for you when you're at your best, when you've achieved something, whatever.
No one's there to lift your spirits up when you're down or when you're having problems.
No matter how many friends you've got, no matter how much you'd wish everything will be the same till forever and ever, it won't be.
Everyone has their own lives to lead.
Their own goals to achieve.
Their own dreams to chase.
And their own commitments to well, commit to.
It sucks to know that, but it's hard to ignore.

My phone's been getting calls and texts from the most random people on earth.

Farhan Borst the sad panda, calling me a monkey and telling me to entertain him cause he's on guard duty and "was super occupied but found time to text me". hahaha annoying monkey.
Figo telling me that he has an event tonight at Clarke Quay and asked me to join.
Nurul asking if I was going to Zhara's birthday at MOS.
And whoever else.

Which comes to my point.
Screw school.
For not giving me the flexibility of having as much fun as compared to how hard I'm working.
Tsk.
Once again. Screw school.

I miss Mr. Azhar.
A lot.
The best secondary school teacher on planet earth.
And who's also hot in his own way.
I miss his History classes.
I miss sitting through his class and just listen to him talk.
Random bull. But walaaaaaau I miss him.

But not as much as I miss

My Kutu Cat.
I fucking love you.
9 months more -___________________-"
♥♥♥

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

allowed entry at 11:23 pm

The evening out with my brother yesterday was nice.
Though I pitied him for dragging my butt from the central of Singapore, to the east, to central again and then back to the east. Hurh!
Talking about the stuff that bothers our minds and giving each other's opinions made me feel at ease.

And it made me miss the boys a whole lot.
Them asking me for my opinions on stuff simply cause their IQs are lower then mine hahaha, me losing my mind with them, getting annoyed with them, having lame conversations and just laughing like no one's business.
Haiyah. I miss them monkeys.

Boys will be boys.

Lame, Aidil and Nashh are MIA yet again.
And so are the rest.
Where you guys aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?
Calling calling, texting texting, piciting piciting aaaaaaaah.
Tsk.

Monday, April 21, 2008

allowed entry at 10:58 pm

It all just means one thing.
I must have been doing things right.
And I still have no idea what good I have done in this life or any other life that is, to deserve all this.

Eventhough everything else is crashing and burning, some things just fall perfectly into place.

SARDINE SUNDAY!

Friday, April 18, 2008

allowed entry at 11:30 pm

Love you.
Love me.
Love life.

Things here are pretty random, yeah.

Random fashion show at Hilton Hotel last Friday as a dresser.
A dress Beyonce wore was there too haha
And 1 particular dress costs like $300,000 or something? I can't remember.
The 50 bucks which I still haven't received by the way, isn't worth it.
Imagine working from 2pm to 12am and getting that much money.
I know, wtf right.

Feeling pretty lively that Saturday night and looking like

And after spending dusk till dawn playing cards and such, you'll look like

haha

I like Tampines.
There's lesser and lesser mats and minahs cause they've all gone to Esplanade and making a big hoohah over there haha
But bumping into people I know every single time I'm there is inevitable.
Tsk.

I am a broke-ass bitch right now.
Went to school just now with 40cents in my pocket, awesome shit hahahaa
Broke my 50bucks and I'm feeling kinda shitty.
But now i have $3.40 so it isn't that bad.
Is it? =/

Zicky a.k.a Ziggy Marley's birthday tomorrow lol
And baaaaaaaaaaaaaaah it's at the beach.
>=[

Thursday, April 17, 2008

allowed entry at 10:23 pm

Mother? Father?
Money please.
Your daughter is eying for stuff and doesn't wanna use her own money cause she's a pig.
Mother? Father?
Your daughter doesn't know the meaning of being shy, that's why.
Mother? Father?
Money please.

Siak, irritating sial.

Why does it feel so good to be in 2nd year, yet so bleargh?
This week is going by fast yet slow.
Fast in the context of my general life and with all the assignments and projects and shit.
Slow in the context of having 9 more months to meet my boyfriend. Bloody hell. I'm trying not to count, but I still do. I miss you uh, nigga.
Alamak, terside-track.

So yeah, 2nd year, what the fuck.
I think my chances of going to a poly is 12.75619364%
And the chances of me getting 4 points for the next 2 semesters are as good as when hell freezes over. How like that, you tell me?
Fuck you, brain. For dying on me whenever exam starts.
And fuck you Farrr. For not giving a flying fuck about your O levels.
I'm still sore about it. Nabey.

There's only 1 word that I shall say about it.
Childish.
It's cause of them and mainly him around, that I kinda don't like hanging out with you guys.
Why can't it only be just us?
You guys don't like him either, then why face him?
Just cause I said I got over everything, then only did you get over it too.
What the fuck?
What if I never said anything?
You'd still hate each other's guts and not support each other?
Bleeding childish sia.
Then event is coming up soon, then what? You're gonna go back on your words and act as though nothing happened?
Sial ah. Konek siak.
Where are your brains, man? Up your asses?
Wake up uh, fucks.
You're no longer kids, as much as you'd like to think you are.
I'm not avoiding, no. I'm sure you think I've changed.
But I haven't. And unfortunately you haven't either.
It's just that you guys are not the people I thought you were.
My respect for you is almost gone.

Wambo loves Chiceeen.
And misses Chiceeen alot.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

allowed entry at 8:10 pm

Elmo's getting jealous of Wambo =/

You think you're cool, you think I'm not, you think you're tough.
You think you're hard, you think I'm soft, you think you're rough.
You talking shit, better close your lips, you need to hush.
Before the end of the night I'm gonna have to take your ass to church.

hahahaha
Talking too much doesn't get you anywhere.
Do I see any actions? No.
See me keeping quiet, smiling and shaking my head? Yes.
That's when I think something ridiculous is happening around me.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry when you talk haha
Cause running your mouth every single moment of the freaking day is tiring me, instead of tiring yourself. I wonder how that happens haha
Oh, I'm laughing. So I guess I should just continue doing that.
I don't know whether there are other phrases that has the same effect as "actions speak louder than words".

Eh Azri, all of us miss you.
We're probably gonna plan an outing, kay? =) <333
hahaa
My hair's tied up hahahahahah

Monday, April 14, 2008

allowed entry at 5:30 pm

It's sad to see a friend change.
To change into someone he and everyone else knows he's not, just to please a person's heart.
I can't accept the fact that some people can be a downright )&%)*@&%@ when wanting things to go their own way.
And then getting angry at all sorts of people just cause they think it's not right, that they're always right and everyone else is always wrong, the whole bleeding world is wrong.
I know you'll think I don't and probably won't understand your situation, but what's there for you to lose, dude?
Everyone has commitments, but you can't just let go of certain parts of your life. Dammit.
It bugs me to know that my friend, a friend I've missed so much, is not who he is anymore.
The one who's always cheery and joyful all the freaking time.
You're the reason why I've missed him.
And I still am.
I'm keeping my mouth shut even if it kills me.
I hate to see you this way and I swear to God, it hurts. Real bad.

On another note, Birthday wishes!
Happy Belated 22nd Birthday, Fardany! hahaha
Your idiot brother didn't tell me earlier lah, haiyah that goon.
And a Happy 18th Birthday to Ayin! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee =)

hhahaha
I love it.
I love you.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

allowed entry at 10:17 pm

I have another urge to start a post by hurling vulgarities.
And then again people would start commenting on how bloody vulgar I am and yes, I get fucking annoyed.
Just like how fucking annoyed and pissed off I get when people label me emo.
It's not as if I fucking care if I'm vulgar or not.
It doesn't affect your fucking life, does it?
Yes, I don't show how annoyed I am. Cause I know I cover it well.
People think I have no fucking feelings just cause I laugh a lot or keep myself quiet.
And then they'll fucking take advantage and think it's fucking funny.
Cheebai.
I think it's just the PMS talking but IDGAFuck.
Fuck you. Fuck everyone. Fuck all.
But please do not fuck the trees cause trees pray for our safety.

Wanna peacefully watch a fucking 90minute soccer match also cannot.
I don't even know if my husband scored.
Fucking movie will fucking repeat itself cause it's on H-B-FUCKING-O!
Good God.

Cause I have no pictures of myself pointing my middle finger quite surprisingly, I'll post Aqmal's picture up instead.
Who asked you to meddle with my camera while I went to go get my well-deserved McD breakfast at 4am after waiting for approximately 2 hours?

Thursday, April 10, 2008

allowed entry at 9:10 pm

I've lost my blogging touch ever since SFF started.
Keeping things on the down low cause I'm scared of the consequences. God.
Guilt really lingers, know.

Mummy's nice today.
Walking around aimlessly, then sitting at coffee bean and bitching about almost anything and everything.
Bf's dad called and asked me out to dinner but uh, I was scared to go lol
So yeah, that's out.

I just got to know that my mum actually wanted to name me Nooreena.
What the bloody fuck of a name is that? lol
And then mum and I talked about plastic surgery. How random.
Mummy's fuuuunnn.
I noticed my parents having their own leisure time while me and my brothers were busy.
Going picnic, bowling, shopping and whatever else they can think of while we're all away.
Can't wait for the family day out to Jurong Bird Park. What a place -___-"

And I can't wait for the weekend.
A fun-filled weekend.
Job tomorrow, then party over the weekends.
Crashing a partyyyyyyyyyyy.
Secret. Sshhh.

Aiyah headache.
And my stupid gastric is slowly murdering me. Brr.

Wednesday, April 09, 2008

allowed entry at 8:00 pm

Picture with Junita Simon and my hair is like fucking konek. Cheebai sia -.-

hahahahahaah
Muke musibot.

Farrr: Hey, where's Philip?
Him: Philip? Oh, he's the one who's taking Coke right?
Farrr: HURH!
Him: haha I don't know, he probably went off already.
Farrr: (Pulls a sad face cause I missed my scandal to the core) Oh. Nevermind then, I'll take a pic with you.
Him: Oh ohkay then. Sure. I'll try to look like Philip.
*SNAP*
Him: Do I look like Philip now? hahahahah

After-Party

Kay bye.

Monday, April 07, 2008

allowed entry at 1:26 pm

I love you girls, Yana and Farah woowoo! <33
Juicy secrets and gossips will never be revealed. "Secrets don't make friends"
They are those to be kept relatively quiet amongst ourselves.
Because you know we can’t stop and I think I like it.
We could take it all off and I don’t want to fight it.
And because you know we can’t stop even if we wanted.
We never meant for this to end up like it did.
We never wanted it, nope.
But we might have wanted it. Yeah, we wanted it.

And to the lepak crew during the Singapore Fashion Festival, which includes the 2 up there, Nurul, Liana, Shahidah, Ayin, Salwah, Aqmal, Azri, Nizam and Jannah, thanks for everything.
Thanks for yesterday night. I was an asshole for troubling you guys.

The phrase that explains what we did for the last few days;

"Kluar tent je hisap rokok. Kitorang kluar je luar tent berasap."

hahahahah bodoh badigol.
People inside working like fucking nutcases and we cabot to smoke outside, take Haagen-Dazs ice cream and coke light to sit down like bloody pigs and disturb the models.
I think I'll puke out blood if I drink another bottle of friggin coke light hahaha
Not enough of slacking around and doing nothing, we practically stole the stuff in the goodie bags lol
Dior products, Island Shop umbrellas, boxers, socks, underwear, whatever, anything and everything ah! ahahah fucking funny uh you people.
Ah, good times.

Pictures are ... errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... not with me cause I fucking forgot to bring my bloody ass camera throughout the event.
I keep forgetting that I have a camera. How weird is that.
I didn't get to take a picture with my scandal, Philip the fucking hot Aussie model.
AIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!
Fucking pissed off sia. Nabey you, Philip.
Go home so early, never see you outside the tent to smoke, never see you backstage also, you fucking mummy's boy!
Where you go sia, you bloody hot idiot? Brr.

Anyways, I'll post the fucking rad pictures as soon as I get my hands on them.
Ohkay that would take forever but yeah, soon.
In the meantime,

I swear I don't remember Ayin kissing me.
And I don't remember doing that face.
haahha wtf.

Turns out I have gastric. Woo!
Relief siol.

Friday, April 04, 2008

allowed entry at 2:18 am

Being offered a job by the head of the head of all fucking heads of the event company was awesome.
Part-time job, handling events, social life, awesome pay, OMG so cool.
It pays to be a lazy ass while waiting for the runway show to start, sit down somewhere sorta secluded and having some random stranger to talk to you. You might not know that he'll be the ticket to the rest of your life. Or at least till I get a diploma or something ohohoho
But what's on my mind right now is to show gratitude towards my parents.
BAH I'm so excited.

What I'm not excited about is the fact that my tummy's been a bloody bitch to me.
Not cause it's the time of the month, but cause of something else.
I've been reading up on it and the possibilities of having stomach ulcer, a blockage in the blood vessels or even stomach cancer are freaking me out.
I don't wanna go into surgery and die. haha aiyoh.
But I just hate going to the bloody doctors. Brr.
And besides, not eating would mean I'll achieve my goal of losing my 4 freaking kilograms of irritating weight. Woo.
Plus standing around for God knows how many hours and walking around the tent carrying those bloody thick magazines and goodie bags of whatever sort is a good workout.
My arm muscles are inevident now. All that's left is flabby arms. Damn you, flabby arms.
The sad part, is my abs. My abs are gone. Gone, I tell you.
It's sad to see something you've worked hard for suddenly disappear.

Speaking of working hard, my grades are bloody shit.
I'll give you a hint.
"Chao Chee Bai"
Freaking BRR.

Femme Fatale says:
hurh whatever
OhNo - Please!!! says:
yeee kalah
OhNo - Please!!! says:
i fucking love u.
OhNo - Please!!! says:
can i marry u?????????????????////////////////
OhNo - Please!!! says:
hahaha

Sad thing is, he's a cannibal.
hahahhhahaha <333