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Monday, August 18, 2008
allowed entry at 9:19 pm

The easiest way to annoy someone is to say "I don't know" to whatever he's asking you.
It's fun.
And annoying.



Been looking through the pictures in my laptop and booooy are they funny as hell.
I did so much bullshit, I scare myself.
I go "OMFG, what the hell were you thinking Fareena?!"everytime I click to view a new picture.
Came across pictures from before school started and the few months after that and I've gotta say, Yana and Nizam are quite right ah.
I lost quite a bit of weight.
Ohkay, a lot of weight.
Nabey chicken nuggets said that last time, I looked like I went for Botox injections in my cheeks.
I still don't know if I should take that as a compliment or as an insult ah haha

Mummeh says I'm too skinny now too, when a few months back, she told me to cut down on my food intake.
What the fuck, man? What. The. Fuck.
Quite hard to change my diet already.
My tummy's only big enough to fill 1 meal a day now. 2 meals a day if I get lucky.
And the skirts that used to fit me are becoming loose as hell. Damn.



At least I'm only changing on the exterior and not on the interior.

I hate it when friends become a different person altogether when they start to be involved in a relationship.
Before, they'd be constantly ringing you up, asking for meet ups. You know all the shiznack friends do.
After, they rarely or don't even say hi. When you finally get through to them and just start to talk and their partner calls, they'll always hang-up on you.
Then when you're outside, there's absolutely no trace of that person. They'll only pop back up when their partner is busy, asking where you are and whether you're free to meet-up.

After breaking up, they come back. Pandaaaaaaai carik member balik.
Fucking annoying.
Layankan nonok, layankan konek, smue bagos.
Tons of fuckers like these of whom are sadly my 'friends', exist.
Species of fuckers like you should just die and be extinct. Can or not? Favour ah.
Gi mampos lagi bagos lah. I don't need people like you in my life.
I've dealt with a lot of people like this before but the stories never gets old. They still irritate me to the core.
My God.

With regards to the paragraph above, I now accept the fact that I have the Malay vocabulary of a freaking 3 year old.
My Malay Language sucks, I only understand the basics.
So I don't understand half the stuff people talk about in Malay.
I only know how to curse and swear in Malay. I ace that component.
Anak Melayu habis.

Aaaaaaaanyhoooo.
If your life revolves around getting girls or guys, fucking grow up already.
There's a bigger world out there. Much much bigger than getting in bed with that person you want.
You can do that without disrupting other people's lives also lah, excuse me.
My life to be exact.