Thursday mornings are shitty.

The fact that I've got a good-for-nothing lecturer for PAM pratical.Where we strain our eyes and look into the microscope,observing cells.To even start with,we first have to take nanometer sections with ordinary blade and fingers.

Explains where all my cuts came from.

is it just me or is the weather humid?

A note from school..

TXP test just now was absolute bullshit.ITA was last friday and I might just be flunk-ing both papers.Just about when I was thinking of ace-ing the modules.HAH.

I need to shut my eyes and bring myself to lalaland now.


AW CRAP.
The small replica of a grandfather's clock at home is causing me to have a headache.The bloody thing has lost its mind and is going on and on,with repetitions of monotonous chimes.

my fingers itch,
and i long to sleep on you again.

NOTE: This is a wasted entry.Read when bored.


Went to Al-Ameen today.Breaking away from the routine of Megabites,was such a relief.I absolutely love that place,I do.But having eat there everyday?No thank you (not to mention all the calories).

And apparently..
Some of the classmates,do smoke (I ought to stop the habit of quick-judging people).They aren't all good-two-shoes either.I don't feel odd now.-smirks.

Speaking of which,my house reaks of burnt tobacco.

GDWEOIRHFAWIETGHERLGTH!
Some bug thing just flew to me!
GDWEOIRHFAWIETGHERLGTH!

AND ADILIN ISMAIL.
YOU DID IT AGAIN!
-rollseyes



Anyhows..here's the thing I wanted to say.


It's amazing how easily the topic of sex and details of one's dirty laundry can be known.How easily it slides into a very casual conversation,and ends as that.
Sex is everywhere.

Type "porn" in Google and you get more pages of that than pages of set encyclopedias.Plus,it's tattooed on like half of the world's population (men) with white ink.

i want to marry this boy..

i've dated younger boys before anyhows.
(omg.my mum just saw this line.)

i saw them before at the GP.
coincidentally,they were at some function as well.


my ability on digital graphics application (dga) is absolutely zilt.for my third homework,i've to draw a dog with a funny hat.using mere curves and lines.WTH are all these for anyway?!

so i shall submit a retarded version,something bloody different from the supposed outcome.oh who bloody cares,i just want to pass dga.

i've got better shit to do (like memorise latin names.).

i shall have famous amos cookies + milk now.
then do my prayers and study.

omg.i sound bloody innocent.HAH.joke.

THAT'S IT!
My hair's beyond salvation.

I am going for rebonding!
(before the next sem start)


gotta STUDYSTUDYSTUDY now.

Talk about depletion of memory cells,when you see the memory work I've to do.Even Lin's getting scared that I'm bending towards "normality".





And I decided to cry again.
Because you weren't around.

Did you really expect my wavy hair to become all silky straight,with mere dallops of hair clay?tsk.

Bad haircuts like yesterday,have occured too many a times.Before there'll be another trip to the salon,I vow there'll be longlonglong hair again (ugh).The next time I step into a salon,it shall also be made solo.A prevention from me pointing fingers.

And in case you haven't already realised,
Hair affects me alot.

(So much so,that tears get in the picture.)



Lecture notes and redundant latin names are calling me.
So much shit,so little time.

Too hungry,
Too tired,
Too sick..

To care about the slightest bullshit.

My body is about to shut down,if I don't see my GP soon.And until I get better,expect me to think of no one else but myself.

You don't like it?
You could go blow yourself.

Growing up,I've had loneliness by my side most of the time.Yet sometimes,I'm still not able to get used to her (let's make loneliness a "she").Why?

Anyway,here's a glimpse of HLM.


Axonopus compressus

It's actually just called..
Cow Grass

(FYI: I actually edited this using Photoshop,which I've yet to learn how to use,but have no clue as to how to change it to JPEG format.)

Hence,I shall give you the original.
Still looks good,doesn't it?




I like the tune of Naive by The Kooks.

random little boy


Funny how a visual of a kid,not to mention random and overwhelmed with curiosity,manages to bring a jolt of joy in me.

It's pleasant to know,of course.

Especially when you tend to have too many complications,self-inflicted or unintended,lying unnecessarily around in your thoughts.

My lecture notes are also very overwhelming.It is especially,when you've never encountered detailed biology and now,you're studying things like Endodermis,Pericycle and ape entah.

Redundant.
Just plain redundant.

And with another semesters' time,my eyes will lose it's orientation from all that looking into the microscopes.I better read PAM and TXP notes now,if I don't want to retake the module.

I feel like crying now.



Don't fret.It's the PMS talking.

I met the guys for what hussein calls,technical activity (laptop-browsing) and pool just now.For starters,


I BEAT HUSSEIN AT POOL!

Yes dear,he's one of the better players in our clique.What a sensation to know that you've won to a person,who pretty much underestimated you.No offence,Hussein.grins-

Today,or should I say yesterday,also marks my certainty for my interest in the opposite gender.I still do like boys/men/people with dicks (whichever way you want to put it).

In fact,I've got a crush on you.

Too bad you only go for all the long silky hairs and flawless skin (then again,it's only what every other guy wants).I shall keep this to thy self,since everyone else will find it (me liking him) absolutely amusing.

But it really is nice to know that I can expect the utmost honesty from you,be it pleasant or just plain dirty.With the humour and sarcasm as well,I've never laughed so genuinely.Maybe I've found someone who can match up to Elm.Maybe.

Maybe not.

Dinner with Lin and Farhan at a place with bad food.Period.
I reckon nothing beats food at Mak's Place.

I absolutely have to do something about my hair.The strands have now grown into such a horrendous hairdo.In fact,horrendous would be an understatement.I could go on telling the 101 reasons for a haircut (eg. the beyond salvation fringe,constant split ends and whatnot).Let's not start the whining eh?

There's also the need for the cutting of nails,or I'll be leaving accidental scars on limbs of other humans.Today,my unfortunate victim was Adilin Ismail (sorry.then again,you were very bitchy today).

Hence..Next week,shall be Cut&Trim week for yours truly.

And my workload's piling.ah crap.

It's almost 2am and I'm bloody tired.It's just too bad I won't be getting my needed dosage of shut-eye,since I"ve class at 9am tomorrow.

I dread Thursday mornings because of the lousy lecturer,who teaches us to see cells and whatnot under the microscope.She has absolutely no clue as to what she's talking about,and this I'm not exaggerating.

After that would be Botanic Gardens.Not really liking the walking around Botanic Gardens part.It's just a time for me to practice my photography "skills".And hopefully after that,I'll meet Lin at her school and tell her all about that girl story.

Goodnight goodnight.

When too overwhelmed with latin names,eg Axonopus compressus,pull trigger labelled 1G02.This will release a surge of endorphins,so as to calm thy mind.



that silly joy struck me beautiful

odd weeks,bring.
even weeks,don't.
odd weeks,bring.
even weeks,don't.

This is a reminder for lab.Or else I'd be having the burden of an unused labcoat,and the unnecessary usage of shoes.

You picked up the phone,without looking at the ID.The caller realises he's got the wrong number,then..

caller: "Nis..It's me."
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.


I still get the same shiver of excitement and anxiety,at your very utter.

What's more disturbing..
Is knowing that it was all just a dream.

ninja turtle rocks me socks <3






ps. this is random
pss. you might want to ignore previous post

Today marks the day,where I actually tasted freedom.
And I didn't like it much.


Ironic since,I've always wanted to stay out late without the parentals (esp. mother) having to constantly drive me insane with calls.And I do mean,staying out late on a random basis.

Mother's on night shift and my dad's sound asleep,who tends to be slightly more ignorant.Didn't realise how long I was at Sarpino's and when I did,I decided to give daddy-o a call.After many a ring,the phone went unanswered.

Funny how I got worried instead.Obviously,I didn't want him to find his daughter not in bed when he wakes up for his usual 2am usage of the loo.He might just have decided in a nanosecond,to go find his child.To my dismay,he's sound asleep.

Gah.

Well,at least both Feez and I are home safely.And now you know who I was out with,having prata and teh ice.

This is gonna sound absoulte bimbotic,which is not what i'd usually say,but..

i've a fucken huge zit on my face,filled with pus.
ugh.fugly piece of thing.

Well thank God for the holidays.

It's amazing how school tires you out,when half of the day you're simply listening to the lecturers ramble on greens.The other half is spent running around school and climbing hills,trying to get your ass to class on time.

There's my notes that I've to do for Taxonomy (Dr.Koh is funny shit,but I need a dictionary for it) and also for PAM.Oh yes.Chemistry's quiz when school starts (again),meaning the need for revision of notes.At least I've encountered the familiar in Chemistry.


extraction from Toy Story..

Woody: "Buzz!You can fly!"
Buzz: "This isn't flying.It's falling with style."

Got a call with a private number just now.He must also have been my mystery man,who I receive random calls with a private number.I absolutely dread getting calls that has "Private Number" flashing on my phone screen.

ah crap.stupid bra made my boobs hurt and i think my red friend has paid a visit.if you're getting orgasm merely from the mention of boobs (or if you think the entry's too obscene),i really don't give two hoots.

Oh yeah.Shouldn't have been so nice to you just now.Spare me the "I love my gf alot and the other girls in my phone book are just my friends".That's just overrated bullshit (obviously because I experience first hand).

Heck.If I were attached to you,I'd feel insecure too.And girls,don't come and bullshit and say you won't get affected and all.So I don't blame your gf for calling me up the other day,and screaming in the middle of the night,asking who I fucking was.

Men.


Right now,seeing how I'm immune to guys...I might just turn bi-sex (no pun intended,really).When I find a decent one,I'll tell you all okay.

Seeing how 1G02 left for Botanic Gardens,with orange/red plastic bags containing lunch..It felt like a group of overgrown kids,going for a field trip.


Well goodnight,kiddos.

Met up with Feez (and Shaz) today,after a very long time.It was nice to laugh our hearts out again and for me to get slightly high.Tend to not be jumping annoyingly in school,you see.

At home,the brother has been yelling countless of hello's.This is ever since he bought this earpiece for the computer (ape aje tau).The fingers wouldn't even touch,much less clip it on my ear,if it weren't for me wanting to listen to iTunes.

Whilst doing my DGA assignment (cursecurseswearswear),I was reminded of my dinosaur load of schoolwork.Then again,maybe I'm self-stressing (FYI: Lecture notes to jot down,DGA assignments,ITA assignments,mind-maps and summaries).

ALRIGHT.I'M SELF-STRESSING.

Me shall indulge in happy thought (last day of school for the week today; Vesak day on Friday) now.When the endorphins have kick in,I shall take out the mental post-it of things-to-do.

It's bed now.Or else.

Why do you call me at the oddest of hours,when you already have a bloody girlfriend?WHY.

Well aren't you interested now,blog-hopper.Angsty,heart-wrenching and tear-flooding would equal to entertainment,ain't it?

3 words.




EAT MY SHORTS.

Ever heard of the cliche bullshit that we hear from counsellors?On how teenagers are and the issues that us teenagers have?

I attended a sharahan the other day,which was delievered by Usztaz A'qil.His topic was just that.."Remaja" or teenagers.He talked about the usual stuff,but with an open mind.He even lyrics,from anything like "Your Beautiful" to "C.I.N.T.A".Everyone laughed their hearts out,pimple or no pimple.

He talked about how everyone has desires and that it's desires that drives us.Do note that,there are good and bad desires.Need I say which one we have to avoid?

He also made me realise that love can sometime be a whole load of bull.Exactly why are we worrying now,whether or not we have a soulmate?The Almighty has already made plans for us 40years ahead.Plus,He knows best.

So really.Love can be such a hoax sometimes.I'm not it goes to every love affair.I'm just saying that sometimes what it is,isn't really what it's suppose to be.

Today was just one of those days with bad omen.Not only did PMS get the better of me,I was also a jinx today.

First incident: I knocked down my glass of Sprite,which caused my friend's boyfriend to have part of his pants wet.
Second incident: I thought I was trying to be helpful,by helping the wiater unload the bowls of noodles of the tray.But I almost made him spill.Amidst the hoo-haa,I forgot to say "sorry" and instead got an apology from him.

(Mental note: Thou shalt NEVER organise an outing again.Ever.)

If there's nothing on the telly,I might just go absorb some text on Plant Anatomy.*checks the telly* Bloody campaign's all over!Gah.


Always has to happen,doesn't it?Just when I thought I could finally be all happylappy,then *poof*..It goes.

And she realised that,
the best anti-pimple product..

Comes from genuine happiness.

-and she got shot with happy bullets.

Mad man incident:
Basically,poor me had to exchange small talk with a mentally-ill (this I am unable to put in a nicer way) man.Best thing is,he wanted to read the Seventeen that I was reading.I merely replied that it was for girls,with him "understanding" (because they lack the sanity for it) when I said it twice.

I only managed to get out of the situation,when I lied about having to alight.How I managed to stir up the courage to even reply him,baffles me still.Now,I've a slight phobia of boarding a double-decked 197.


- - -

On a very much lighter note,SW was fun (even though I got tired easily).It's time to run along East Coast,perspiring out all the h2o in my system.Or else.

I like the class lessons at SOH (School of Horticulture).Suprise that there even is such a school,aren't you?

FYI: It's just a container for classes and is in the midst of Botanic Gardens.Most of the time,we're walking around Botanic Gardens taking pictures of alga,mosses and platae.

As I was mentioning,I like the trips to Botanic Gardens.The class and me,tend to gel together during/after classes at SOH.Today was one of those days,where pictures were taken as well.Too bad the china girls and Man Ling went back early.


SOH


G02

Please don't rain.
Please don't rain.
Please don't rain.
Mr.Sunshine please don't go away.
Come out and show me your rays.

Okay.I don't know what that was all about.I just don't want it to rain,so that there'd still be SW.I shall go get ready now (meeting my friend for lunch,you see).

The following para is random.

HippoTours:"Go Hip.Go Topless."
I find that very amusing.

About bus-rides as well,I think I've come to have a phobia of buses.Scary shit (Think: Mad man sitting beside you).Shall mention it later.

The only difference between poly life and life wearing my Broadrick uniform..Is just that,our attire.Then again,I shouldn't judge yet since I've only been a poly student for a week or so.Ah,redundant info.

I've got make up classes for the next 2weeks of Digital Graphics Application (DGA).Which means that every Thursday,my poor stomach would have to go without lunch.Plus,it's like playing a slightly modified and more technical version of Paint.Rubbish,I tell you.Can't wait till I get to do Photoshop for next semester.

Think happy thoughts?Hmmm.
I LOVE WEDNESDAYS!CATS + SW.

I could wake up and not worry about being late,since I start at 1pm.Even though there's boring CATS,I get to play netball afterwards.I've got a tummy now.I'm thankful really,just more cautious (having not done anything for almost 2years-shudders).

Anyway,here's visuals from Batam.heh.


Before and After (unedited)


I was bored.He?Followed suit.


The poor boy thought he struck rich.


Kampong.


Taken in the ferry itself.


Silly pictures bring joy.

25o788;NP-HLM
[msn] silverbubble_gal@hotmail.com

-
I always wonder what it'd be like..
To be able to sleep amongst the clouds.

Thursday mornings are shitty.

The fact that I've got a good-for-nothing lecturer for PAM pratical.Where we strain our eyes and look into the microscope,observing cells.To even start with,we first have to take nanometer sections with ordinary blade and fingers.

Explains where all my cuts came from.

is it just me or is the weather humid?

A note from school..

TXP test just now was absolute bullshit.ITA was last friday and I might just be flunk-ing both papers.Just about when I was thinking of ace-ing the modules.HAH.

I need to shut my eyes and bring myself to lalaland now.


AW CRAP.
The small replica of a grandfather's clock at home is causing me to have a headache.The bloody thing has lost its mind and is going on and on,with repetitions of monotonous chimes.

my fingers itch,
and i long to sleep on you again.

NOTE: This is a wasted entry.Read when bored.


Went to Al-Ameen today.Breaking away from the routine of Megabites,was such a relief.I absolutely love that place,I do.But having eat there everyday?No thank you (not to mention all the calories).

And apparently..
Some of the classmates,do smoke (I ought to stop the habit of quick-judging people).They aren't all good-two-shoes either.I don't feel odd now.-smirks.

Speaking of which,my house reaks of burnt tobacco.

GDWEOIRHFAWIETGHERLGTH!
Some bug thing just flew to me!
GDWEOIRHFAWIETGHERLGTH!

AND ADILIN ISMAIL.
YOU DID IT AGAIN!
-rollseyes



Anyhows..here's the thing I wanted to say.


It's amazing how easily the topic of sex and details of one's dirty laundry can be known.How easily it slides into a very casual conversation,and ends as that.
Sex is everywhere.

Type "porn" in Google and you get more pages of that than pages of set encyclopedias.Plus,it's tattooed on like half of the world's population (men) with white ink.

i want to marry this boy..

i've dated younger boys before anyhows.
(omg.my mum just saw this line.)

i saw them before at the GP.
coincidentally,they were at some function as well.


my ability on digital graphics application (dga) is absolutely zilt.for my third homework,i've to draw a dog with a funny hat.using mere curves and lines.WTH are all these for anyway?!

so i shall submit a retarded version,something bloody different from the supposed outcome.oh who bloody cares,i just want to pass dga.

i've got better shit to do (like memorise latin names.).

i shall have famous amos cookies + milk now.
then do my prayers and study.

omg.i sound bloody innocent.HAH.joke.

THAT'S IT!
My hair's beyond salvation.

I am going for rebonding!
(before the next sem start)


gotta STUDYSTUDYSTUDY now.

Talk about depletion of memory cells,when you see the memory work I've to do.Even Lin's getting scared that I'm bending towards "normality".





And I decided to cry again.
Because you weren't around.

Did you really expect my wavy hair to become all silky straight,with mere dallops of hair clay?tsk.

Bad haircuts like yesterday,have occured too many a times.Before there'll be another trip to the salon,I vow there'll be longlonglong hair again (ugh).The next time I step into a salon,it shall also be made solo.A prevention from me pointing fingers.

And in case you haven't already realised,
Hair affects me alot.

(So much so,that tears get in the picture.)



Lecture notes and redundant latin names are calling me.
So much shit,so little time.

Too hungry,
Too tired,
Too sick..

To care about the slightest bullshit.

My body is about to shut down,if I don't see my GP soon.And until I get better,expect me to think of no one else but myself.

You don't like it?
You could go blow yourself.

Growing up,I've had loneliness by my side most of the time.Yet sometimes,I'm still not able to get used to her (let's make loneliness a "she").Why?

Anyway,here's a glimpse of HLM.


Axonopus compressus

It's actually just called..
Cow Grass

(FYI: I actually edited this using Photoshop,which I've yet to learn how to use,but have no clue as to how to change it to JPEG format.)

Hence,I shall give you the original.
Still looks good,doesn't it?




I like the tune of Naive by The Kooks.

random little boy


Funny how a visual of a kid,not to mention random and overwhelmed with curiosity,manages to bring a jolt of joy in me.

It's pleasant to know,of course.

Especially when you tend to have too many complications,self-inflicted or unintended,lying unnecessarily around in your thoughts.

My lecture notes are also very overwhelming.It is especially,when you've never encountered detailed biology and now,you're studying things like Endodermis,Pericycle and ape entah.

Redundant.
Just plain redundant.

And with another semesters' time,my eyes will lose it's orientation from all that looking into the microscopes.I better read PAM and TXP notes now,if I don't want to retake the module.

I feel like crying now.



Don't fret.It's the PMS talking.

I met the guys for what hussein calls,technical activity (laptop-browsing) and pool just now.For starters,


I BEAT HUSSEIN AT POOL!

Yes dear,he's one of the better players in our clique.What a sensation to know that you've won to a person,who pretty much underestimated you.No offence,Hussein.grins-

Today,or should I say yesterday,also marks my certainty for my interest in the opposite gender.I still do like boys/men/people with dicks (whichever way you want to put it).

In fact,I've got a crush on you.

Too bad you only go for all the long silky hairs and flawless skin (then again,it's only what every other guy wants).I shall keep this to thy self,since everyone else will find it (me liking him) absolutely amusing.

But it really is nice to know that I can expect the utmost honesty from you,be it pleasant or just plain dirty.With the humour and sarcasm as well,I've never laughed so genuinely.Maybe I've found someone who can match up to Elm.Maybe.

Maybe not.

Dinner with Lin and Farhan at a place with bad food.Period.
I reckon nothing beats food at Mak's Place.

I absolutely have to do something about my hair.The strands have now grown into such a horrendous hairdo.In fact,horrendous would be an understatement.I could go on telling the 101 reasons for a haircut (eg. the beyond salvation fringe,constant split ends and whatnot).Let's not start the whining eh?

There's also the need for the cutting of nails,or I'll be leaving accidental scars on limbs of other humans.Today,my unfortunate victim was Adilin Ismail (sorry.then again,you were very bitchy today).

Hence..Next week,shall be Cut&Trim week for yours truly.

And my workload's piling.ah crap.

It's almost 2am and I'm bloody tired.It's just too bad I won't be getting my needed dosage of shut-eye,since I"ve class at 9am tomorrow.

I dread Thursday mornings because of the lousy lecturer,who teaches us to see cells and whatnot under the microscope.She has absolutely no clue as to what she's talking about,and this I'm not exaggerating.

After that would be Botanic Gardens.Not really liking the walking around Botanic Gardens part.It's just a time for me to practice my photography "skills".And hopefully after that,I'll meet Lin at her school and tell her all about that girl story.

Goodnight goodnight.

When too overwhelmed with latin names,eg Axonopus compressus,pull trigger labelled 1G02.This will release a surge of endorphins,so as to calm thy mind.



that silly joy struck me beautiful

odd weeks,bring.
even weeks,don't.
odd weeks,bring.
even weeks,don't.

This is a reminder for lab.Or else I'd be having the burden of an unused labcoat,and the unnecessary usage of shoes.

You picked up the phone,without looking at the ID.The caller realises he's got the wrong number,then..

caller: "Nis..It's me."
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.


I still get the same shiver of excitement and anxiety,at your very utter.

What's more disturbing..
Is knowing that it was all just a dream.

ninja turtle rocks me socks <3






ps. this is random
pss. you might want to ignore previous post

Today marks the day,where I actually tasted freedom.
And I didn't like it much.


Ironic since,I've always wanted to stay out late without the parentals (esp. mother) having to constantly drive me insane with calls.And I do mean,staying out late on a random basis.

Mother's on night shift and my dad's sound asleep,who tends to be slightly more ignorant.Didn't realise how long I was at Sarpino's and when I did,I decided to give daddy-o a call.After many a ring,the phone went unanswered.

Funny how I got worried instead.Obviously,I didn't want him to find his daughter not in bed when he wakes up for his usual 2am usage of the loo.He might just have decided in a nanosecond,to go find his child.To my dismay,he's sound asleep.

Gah.

Well,at least both Feez and I are home safely.And now you know who I was out with,having prata and teh ice.

This is gonna sound absoulte bimbotic,which is not what i'd usually say,but..

i've a fucken huge zit on my face,filled with pus.
ugh.fugly piece of thing.

Well thank God for the holidays.

It's amazing how school tires you out,when half of the day you're simply listening to the lecturers ramble on greens.The other half is spent running around school and climbing hills,trying to get your ass to class on time.

There's my notes that I've to do for Taxonomy (Dr.Koh is funny shit,but I need a dictionary for it) and also for PAM.Oh yes.Chemistry's quiz when school starts (again),meaning the need for revision of notes.At least I've encountered the familiar in Chemistry.


extraction from Toy Story..

Woody: "Buzz!You can fly!"
Buzz: "This isn't flying.It's falling with style."

Got a call with a private number just now.He must also have been my mystery man,who I receive random calls with a private number.I absolutely dread getting calls that has "Private Number" flashing on my phone screen.

ah crap.stupid bra made my boobs hurt and i think my red friend has paid a visit.if you're getting orgasm merely from the mention of boobs (or if you think the entry's too obscene),i really don't give two hoots.

Oh yeah.Shouldn't have been so nice to you just now.Spare me the "I love my gf alot and the other girls in my phone book are just my friends".That's just overrated bullshit (obviously because I experience first hand).

Heck.If I were attached to you,I'd feel insecure too.And girls,don't come and bullshit and say you won't get affected and all.So I don't blame your gf for calling me up the other day,and screaming in the middle of the night,asking who I fucking was.

Men.


Right now,seeing how I'm immune to guys...I might just turn bi-sex (no pun intended,really).When I find a decent one,I'll tell you all okay.

Seeing how 1G02 left for Botanic Gardens,with orange/red plastic bags containing lunch..It felt like a group of overgrown kids,going for a field trip.


Well goodnight,kiddos.

Met up with Feez (and Shaz) today,after a very long time.It was nice to laugh our hearts out again and for me to get slightly high.Tend to not be jumping annoyingly in school,you see.

At home,the brother has been yelling countless of hello's.This is ever since he bought this earpiece for the computer (ape aje tau).The fingers wouldn't even touch,much less clip it on my ear,if it weren't for me wanting to listen to iTunes.

Whilst doing my DGA assignment (cursecurseswearswear),I was reminded of my dinosaur load of schoolwork.Then again,maybe I'm self-stressing (FYI: Lecture notes to jot down,DGA assignments,ITA assignments,mind-maps and summaries).

ALRIGHT.I'M SELF-STRESSING.

Me shall indulge in happy thought (last day of school for the week today; Vesak day on Friday) now.When the endorphins have kick in,I shall take out the mental post-it of things-to-do.

It's bed now.Or else.

Why do you call me at the oddest of hours,when you already have a bloody girlfriend?WHY.

Well aren't you interested now,blog-hopper.Angsty,heart-wrenching and tear-flooding would equal to entertainment,ain't it?

3 words.




EAT MY SHORTS.

Ever heard of the cliche bullshit that we hear from counsellors?On how teenagers are and the issues that us teenagers have?

I attended a sharahan the other day,which was delievered by Usztaz A'qil.His topic was just that.."Remaja" or teenagers.He talked about the usual stuff,but with an open mind.He even lyrics,from anything like "Your Beautiful" to "C.I.N.T.A".Everyone laughed their hearts out,pimple or no pimple.

He talked about how everyone has desires and that it's desires that drives us.Do note that,there are good and bad desires.Need I say which one we have to avoid?

He also made me realise that love can sometime be a whole load of bull.Exactly why are we worrying now,whether or not we have a soulmate?The Almighty has already made plans for us 40years ahead.Plus,He knows best.

So really.Love can be such a hoax sometimes.I'm not it goes to every love affair.I'm just saying that sometimes what it is,isn't really what it's suppose to be.

Today was just one of those days with bad omen.Not only did PMS get the better of me,I was also a jinx today.

First incident: I knocked down my glass of Sprite,which caused my friend's boyfriend to have part of his pants wet.
Second incident: I thought I was trying to be helpful,by helping the wiater unload the bowls of noodles of the tray.But I almost made him spill.Amidst the hoo-haa,I forgot to say "sorry" and instead got an apology from him.

(Mental note: Thou shalt NEVER organise an outing again.Ever.)

If there's nothing on the telly,I might just go absorb some text on Plant Anatomy.*checks the telly* Bloody campaign's all over!Gah.


Always has to happen,doesn't it?Just when I thought I could finally be all happylappy,then *poof*..It goes.

And she realised that,
the best anti-pimple product..

Comes from genuine happiness.

-and she got shot with happy bullets.

Mad man incident:
Basically,poor me had to exchange small talk with a mentally-ill (this I am unable to put in a nicer way) man.Best thing is,he wanted to read the Seventeen that I was reading.I merely replied that it was for girls,with him "understanding" (because they lack the sanity for it) when I said it twice.

I only managed to get out of the situation,when I lied about having to alight.How I managed to stir up the courage to even reply him,baffles me still.Now,I've a slight phobia of boarding a double-decked 197.


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On a very much lighter note,SW was fun (even though I got tired easily).It's time to run along East Coast,perspiring out all the h2o in my system.Or else.

I like the class lessons at SOH (School of Horticulture).Suprise that there even is such a school,aren't you?

FYI: It's just a container for classes and is in the midst of Botanic Gardens.Most of the time,we're walking around Botanic Gardens taking pictures of alga,mosses and platae.

As I was mentioning,I like the trips to Botanic Gardens.The class and me,tend to gel together during/after classes at SOH.Today was one of those days,where pictures were taken as well.Too bad the china girls and Man Ling went back early.


SOH


G02

Please don't rain.
Please don't rain.
Please don't rain.
Mr.Sunshine please don't go away.
Come out and show me your rays.

Okay.I don't know what that was all about.I just don't want it to rain,so that there'd still be SW.I shall go get ready now (meeting my friend for lunch,you see).

The following para is random.

HippoTours:"Go Hip.Go Topless."
I find that very amusing.

About bus-rides as well,I think I've come to have a phobia of buses.Scary shit (Think: Mad man sitting beside you).Shall mention it later.

The only difference between poly life and life wearing my Broadrick uniform..Is just that,our attire.Then again,I shouldn't judge yet since I've only been a poly student for a week or so.Ah,redundant info.

I've got make up classes for the next 2weeks of Digital Graphics Application (DGA).Which means that every Thursday,my poor stomach would have to go without lunch.Plus,it's like playing a slightly modified and more technical version of Paint.Rubbish,I tell you.Can't wait till I get to do Photoshop for next semester.

Think happy thoughts?Hmmm.
I LOVE WEDNESDAYS!CATS + SW.

I could wake up and not worry about being late,since I start at 1pm.Even though there's boring CATS,I get to play netball afterwards.I've got a tummy now.I'm thankful really,just more cautious (having not done anything for almost 2years-shudders).

Anyway,here's visuals from Batam.heh.


Before and After (unedited)


I was bored.He?Followed suit.


The poor boy thought he struck rich.


Kampong.


Taken in the ferry itself.


Silly pictures bring joy.

adam
adilin
aisha
ahmad
azhar
charlene
dan.tan
farhan
feez
gz
hafiz
hafizah
hidayah
ilyasaa
jenn
jonathan
kak ira
khai.nizam
lis
malynaa
mary ann
mj
shaz
sheena
syadez
wenxiang
zaba


agneselle
atticeyc
bibandtuck
bonitochico
daintyloving
denudde
dresssy
ebigshoppingbag
fashionparade
flirtydolly
Flutter Runway
highway55
hocuspocusing
indyfindy
jumpingaway
littleredheels
lustfactory
miss-junkys
myladyslove
my springfling
nellyjoy
ohvola
SGSALE
stepbangdoor
studioFrost
SWOP
tracyeinny
The Red Wagon
theLadieshouse
VISUALSUSPEX
waddleHop
xthecloset

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