108.

I got awesomergasmic shoes yesterday.
I'm hoping they'll be allowed to school.
Cos they got discreetly pretty colours.
Teehee!

I'm currently just spewing every little idea that pops up at the back of my head on any writeable surface.
I don't give a fuck if it doesn't make sense.
For now.
But I gotta say.
It gives me some zen knowing that all I write now, absolutely truly comes from the heart.
Cos manipulating everyday happenings into words you can describe, is wonderful.
LIKE ME AHAHA KIDDING.
Okay tak perlu, unnecessary.

If a feeling this beautiful can come from falling, I never want to stand.
I don't know where I've been, don't know where I'm headed.
But these aching feet will keep on walking.
Just walking on by.

107.

Hey all!
14th November 2oo9 is officially the only day to date in which I miraculously tonned the whole day.
The WHOLE day.
As in 24 hours WHOLE day kinda thing, yeah.
I'm so proud of myself beyond words.
Cos usually it's so easy for me to go zzzzz, -O-
Hahaha with that damn stoink face.

Well, tonning was well worth it cos I ended up not being late to send Amsyar off at the airport.
His flight got changed to 7plus in the morning.
Bugger's gone to Indon, GAH UNFAIR.
I was actually pretty early.
So I found my way around T2 and settled at my favourite secluded spot there.
And I half slept.
For about fifteen minutes.
Then Amsyar called and I woozied down to where he was and then his mom bought us all BK breakfast (I'm still gonna find a way to pay her back and you can't stop me YOUUU) and his grammy's so funky and she's so nice.
And his sister's got cool shoes.
I only got my minah slippers. Shaddup.
And dammit, why does everyone always eat a hell lot faster than I do?
Amz was finished when I was like, a quarter done with my chicken sandwich.
A hungry man is an angry man.

ANYWAY, then after breakfast he had to leave (sobs) with his grammy and youngest sister (sobs).
I'm still convinced he's got super recessive traits from his elders somewhere along the blood line.
Cos he doesn't look like his mom or dad much, to me.
Okay maybe his mom.

ANYWAY, AFTER THAT I MANAGED TO REACH HOME AT EIGHT IN FIFTEEN FUCKING MINUTES AND THEN I SLEPT TILL TWO IN THE AFTERNOON HAHAHA.
Then I stoned and read Lat comics.
Lat + Anisa + Mamad = Armageddon

Then at night for dinner, my brother treated the family at Pizza Hut at Tampmall.
Awww, I love him manymany.
Cos he got a portion of his royalties.
Omfg I'm not gonna tell you how much it was, go ask Sif or Mamad.
BUT DAYMM I WANT ARGH.
He kept pointing out that my nose gets shiny in cold weather but it's not oily.
Idk, it's like the skin on my nose gets taut then it just goes shiny. Da fuck.
And I swear my brother's way vainer than me.
He kept bugging me asking how he should do his hair.

Him: Eh nisa, is my fringe okay?
Me: Um, it's a bit stiff that's why it keeps splitting in bunches so it looks fake.
Him: -gasps. HA REALLY AH? Wah if liddat then how?
Me: Maybe you should try growing out JUST your fringe so it'll be thicker, like an emo hawk!
Him: And if all else fails, I'll go botak.
Me: SHIT, NO!

Should I ask him to let me get a job being his personal assistant?
Since it's the hols.
That'll be fun.
Mostly for him, he gets to torture me.

I just can't wait for another day to wear out and live up.
I just can't wait for that day we call tomorrow.
Till then. (:

106.

STOP TELLING ME I NEVER UPDATE. Thank you. Don't worry, I khate myself for not taking some time to entertain the dear readers. And myself. I miss that feeling, where you get satisfaction from posting a pretty little post. I shall try work my magic now.

1. HALLOWEEN. Did you know that Mamad could have such awesomergasmic skillz at doing bloody make up? I don't know if he's kinda gay and he's got a hidden feminine side but DAMN. You should've seen me in action, scaring up all the little toddlers of Tampines while I was buying chicken wings with the other ghouls and cleopatras and bloody marys. Aw, the little kids actually cried. Sad case. But it was FUNNN.

This's the happy goobers shot.

This is the Anisa's gonna eat you shot.

Oh my, Love the scarrificationz.

2. RANDOM PARTAYEEE HEE HEE HEE.

-refer to Fuz's blog, thank you.

I KNOW I'M TOO LAZY OKAY BYE.

Oh wait one more thing before I hiatus this space again...

INSECT EYEZ HAHAHAHAAHAHHAHHHAHA.

Bye.

105.

Looking at the fact that I was away for almost half a year.
I'd say I'm just glad I passed.
And God-willing, I'll be promoted to Sec4.
Cos I'm vehveh much looking forward to O's.
Looking at it through tunnel vision right now.
Point blank, eagle-eyeing it.
Definitely have to focus at least, say, 80% of my time to studies next year?
Which will suck. Cos I might not be as cheery and all but it'll be worth it by the end of 2010.
Whoa I'm already picturing myself weeping uncontrollably at the thought of going separate ways with bestfriends.
Cos looks like so many of us will be studying overseas, in Aussie and other angmohpiang countries.

You know, I wish I could tie a pure titanium-diamond cable between all of us, that way we can never really split up.
And the only way you can fly off to a faraway land is if I get dragged along when the plane
takes off.
It'll hurt.
But to stick together in flesh and blood (and pools of tears), it's worth it.
Beyond any existing reason.

Uh oh.
Emo mode again.
Time to write a song.
MAMAAAAAAAAAAAAAD A LITTLE HELP PLEASE.

Till then.

104.

He promised seven sunsets in a single summer night.
And three simple words that would fade out the lights.
But all she got was a note on her pillow saying,
I can't promise forever with you.

It takes a ride off this cliff.
The car's waiting, door's open.
She wants to be heartless but she's far too broken.
She wants to pick up and start walking tall.
But with every step, she falls.

-This one's for you, dear. Stay strong, love you.

103.

Love this boy.
But he's a big wuss.
Good thing he still can't read.
No kidding.
He's five.
And he can't read.
It's like.
HE CAN'T READ.

Today's studying was awesome.
I'm not too bad as a tutor.
But I should make sure my student isn't sick beforehand.
Cos that could just spoil everything.
Lepz with Mamad has been postponed too often yo.
Tmrw should be alright, but only for a bit.
I just desperately need to finish the songs.
All these ideas are just leaking out and I got not enough buckets to fill them with.
It's pretty exciting when this happens.
Cos my brain's been fried these past few weeks cos of countless reasons.

My mom always goes to the spa.
And I always get left alone at home.
I want spa treatment.
Damn youz.
ZMOOB.

Tata all, kisskiss.

102.

EPICNESSzx.

He sings, "And I just can't (yadayadayada) awayyy, (yadayadayada)... (silence)... I just can't stoppp".
She: You never know the lyrics to any songs do you.
He: Yeah I can't help it.
She: It's like that show!
He: Eh yeaaah, um, You Don't Know The Lyrics. (confident, much)
She: HUH? (whatthefaggot) It's Don't Forget The Lyrics dammit. Omg you officially can't remember words to anything at all.
She and He: Laughs the last length of the bus ride away, while everyone around can't help but stare, obviously annoyed by the noise.

But who really bothers, ey?
I'm just glad.
That everything.
Is going okay.
So far.
And God-willing, for ever more.
It's 22 months.
2 more to 2 years.
But hey.
Who's counting?
Cos honestly, forever isn't just a number.
It's a promise to work harder each day for.
Without sacrifice, there's no happy ending.
And we will make the effort.
I pray God will guide us as He has been all this time.
Thank you H, with sprinkles of admiration and affection.
It's great to see us putting priority forward.
Good luck for O's.
Good luck to all who're sitting for it.

Ciao.