SPECIAL Mos ♥
17th Birthday, Pantai Hillpark, 13th September 2008
Supercamp, Trolak, 2008
16th Birthday, my place, 2007
Kebu's Zoo &Tugu Negara Trip, KL, 2007
Wednesdays' Movie Bunch, my place, 2007
Debate Tournaments with Keer &Jill, 2007-
Monthly Archives: July 2008
I have yet to find my missing journal. It’s amazing how much the small things in life really matter to you but yet you fail to see so until it’s really gone for good. I swear I’d rather lose my handphone or any of my valuables than having to lose it. But then, I’ve already lost it so no use saying.
I have never been the sort of person who appreciates things. I go stationary shopping this week, and by the next week, all my stationaries would’ve gone missing. Things never really meant more than how they appear to me. A pen is a pen. A pencil is a pencil. A book is a book. I lose it, I get a new one. Simple. It’s definitely my first to lose something and actually feel really bummed over it. I don’t like getting hooked to my belongings to be honest, things should always be treated as things. But I guess having myself stick loads of receipts&movie tickets &tonnes off magazine cut-outs of bands, musicians &celebrities (Pete Doherty, John Mayer, Oasis, Jet, Ed Westwick, Paolo Nutini) -all from my magazine collection which took me some time to actually think if I should really cut the magazine into pieces, having to write everything I do each day in the empty spaces, having to doodle on it a lot, and stick post it notes onto the special ‘notes to self’ page I had created; doing all that, it got me to really appreciate that bloody organiser ):
I honestly miss every part of my organiser. And this time, I can’t buy it back ):
In contradiction to how I usually react when I lose my valuables (look for it a little, stress out a lot, then never give two shits about it), this time, I had actually made the effort to tell the Pak Cik Kantin to keep it for me if he sees it, make Keerthana & Charlene help me out in looking for it, told the teacher on duty about it (Thanks Keer), told all 3 discipline teachers about it, told the Head Prefect, told the Assistant Head Prefect, told the whole class.
Even when I had lost a whole bag of school exercise books and a full set of school uniform, the only thing I did was asked me classmates and no one else. It’s different this time. It meant that much to me :-S
Pikia’ said she has the photo and I’ll upload it as soon. Maybe I should post up a tribute post or something.
Oh well, if someone is nice enough and not as broke as I am right now, please buy me a new leather journal with a couple of backdated issues of Q Magazine, Mojo Magazine and SPIN Magazine (available in Kinokuniya).
Back to how school was, school was okay. Shitty during the first few hours because I wasn’t in a very good mood. And that took me to being very personal and touchy on many issues. I should really lessen down on having to look things at others’ perspective, or at least trying to. Because you never can totally figure out how a person feels about something. But nevermind, as long as I know I’ve got the right intention and as long as it’s connected to being nice and courtesies, than I guess I probably am on the right path.
Tuition was funny. I shall post a locked post if I am even in the mood for it. After tuition, I headed to Digital Mall with my dad after accompanying him to the ATM. It did make me feel a whole lot better because I managed to get my hands on 2 new music concert DVDs that I have yet to find someplace else (: He also made friends with the dude there so yeay!, that means he would be a little more keen to take me there if ever I plan to get anything.
These are the two he got me :
Ahh (:
Bye♥
My gums hurt badly because of my ‘wisdom’ tooth growing. Uhhh.
But worst of all;
I LOST MY BLOODY PLANNER :’(
Yes, my PeteDoherty-JohnMayer-ArcticMonkeys-filled PLANNER!
It wouldn’t matter much if I had lost it earlier in the year but I’ve practically filled more than half of that bloody thing! And I has pasted nice memorable things too. It was like, my 3rd journal ):
This really really sucks.
What’s worse is, I’ve noticed it not being in my bag early this morning but I just assumed that I had left it home. It’s 10.27 pm and I had only realised that it’s gone. Hopefully not for good.
If you have it and wish to return it back only with a favour, just name what you want.
Sorry MyPlanner, I guess I’m too much of an ass to keep you well for long ):
I’ll upload a photo of it, IF Pikia’ still has it in her hard disk.
I like singers singing when they’re high. Jeff Buckley does. David Bowie does too. At times.
Okay, last night’s dinner was good & filling. I even bought a little toy from this small Japanese convenience store they had. Pictures later. I am just too lazy to go grab a fire wire.
I woke up with full hatred towards my responsibilities and as usual -stared into the dark, pitched black space as the alarm buzzed at 5.30 am. As it buzzed again, ringing to me that it’s already 6, I walked slowly out of bed and got dressed up. Going to school is becoming way more difficult day by day. I just feel like bunking in for a day. I’ve never appreciated sleeping hours this much.
School wasn’t as bad as imagined; it’s expected to end as so since I had the worse expectations of it since earlier on. Headed to Keer’s place after school to head over to N’s class.
Will blog later. Too tired.
Despite the huge amount of workloads I’ve got, I didn’t manage to skip our family lunch at GrandMa’s place in KL (not that I even tried asking if I could pass).And so I did my already usual routine of completing my notes in the car through out the journey. I actually do things better at motion.
Well, I should have noticed that long before because of my weird habit of not ever being able to talk on the phone without pacing around. I should however be sure that my habit doesn’t go chronic. Once, I got a phone call and while talking, I paced around in huge circles -somewhere near KLCC’s LRT service’s entrance. Wait, the same thing also happened once when Najwa called me and I was in Tower Records browsing for CDs. A hot dude who was new to working there wanted to ask me if I needed his assistance but he actually budged away upon seeing me circling around the whole store while talking on my phone. Gila Malu. I think it’s the ADD thing I think I have. Maybe I should go for a diagnosis but I honestly have no idea how to bring the topic out to mama. Hmm.
Lunch was good. The Ikan Masin Pekasam was great. So was the Lemak Pucuk Ubi. If ever a foreigner comes around, I bet those are the best things you could treat them to when in Malaysia. Okay, enough on the food. After lunch, I decided to sit and complete my notes. While doing so, my cousins and siblings were seated not far from where I was and my Grandmother joined in. She then decided to question us on the very famous Ayat Kursi (a Muslim’s prayer for protection from God). First it was Fitri, then my brother, Aiman (very very much to my surprise, her actually knew the whole thing!). That was when I started laughing and hinting to my sister that I had no clue on how to read it. After Aiman’s turn was Nana’s and then it was my sister, Amni’s. And while she was reading the prayer I was teasing around a little and that was when she decided to point to me telling my Grandmother to try questioning me on it. I laughed my way through saying I’ll memorise it back after SPM because now I’ve got shitloads of other things to stash in my head. My grandmother lectured me a little on how important it is to know and how much of a serious issue it has to be taken in as -basic Islamic education. Oh well, after that the guys played football and I continued with my notes. Had tonnes of fruits for dessert together. Went home not long after and did a few more notes in the car. Will be going out for a japanese dinner at Sunway Pyramid with family later. Must complete notes hehehe. Byee (:
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Get your ass off of the net.
My inner self is as weak as Lisa Maggie Homer Simpson’s (whtf, I should watch better shows so I could relate better). It seems to have a lot to say about ‘itself’ but despite so, the body seems to just turn out into one huge bum (&yes, this makes no sense either but it’s funny if you start imagining).
My fecklessness is no doubt taking over of my whole body like aliens taking control of the Earth on Mars Attacks (it’s a movie, deng!) Ok but honestly, I have been blogging continuously for days and am in complete denial of SPM (or as we call it, STPeffM)I should/must/will be sitting for in just 3fuckingmonths time. I just had to insert a foul word there but er, good news! I’ve reduced A LOT on cursing. And yes, self denial, self denial. ‘In denial’ is somewhat of a word that could sum up to me -not at all times though.
I am never good at accepting facts, what not when it comes to dealing with one. That explains all the arguing, debating and hassles I usually cause when faced with er, the truth. Okay, maybe I could accept the truth at times, but somehow, I appear to be very bold and straight-up-gangstah to people. Yet again, I’m not. I just can never appear weak to people. It goes against my nature. As weak as I get, the toughest part is not being weak itself but having to appear so. And because of that, I tend to be sure that I don’t appear as so. Trust me, even writing this goes against my nature but having to act all the time isn’t very easy. I also doubt people would actually read this. It could come in handy when I get a little out of touch from my roots in the future. If that happens. Not wanting it to though.
And I’m not going to continue this anymore because it could lead to misinterpretations and all; you’ll know me altogether if you just try a little, I guess. I don’t know. Some parts should better be left untold and kept to one’s self.
So yes, I guess I’m still very much normal. But then I’m starting to take it seriously when people say I’m sometimes a little nuts/weird. Okay right. Taa ♥
Notice the similarity of a photo in here and on my header? 
Wooyeah! So I skipped school today because i had the most terrible migraine last night :S
I’m starting to think it’s the new curtains. Stripes of red and whites -get’s me feeling dizzy, I think.
As I have planned to revise a little while my other buddies are in school studying -except the ex-prefects and Kira, it didn’t come to me much of a surprise when I decided to do something else.
And after 5 hours spent, voila! I managed to complete the flyer for our prom’s fundraising activity. It’s a cheesy one, no doubt, but then again, it’s sort of fun and hopefully it brings in to us some moolahs that we are desperately in need of.
It amuses me how this year, I have actually managed to design one or two or three flyers and a programme book for some school events. I have a confession to be honest; I do not know how to use Photoshop. AT ALL. It’s one of my ‘missions’ to learn how to use Adobe Illustrator and make vectors, after SPM.
I made this:
With my sister’s help in the car on the way to her college. &the background was my blog’s before too. So the much spread around flyer was made in just merely an hour. I actually found it amazing, having myself zero ability in Pendidikan Seni. My drawing of vampires turned out into haunted elves, the only thing I remember to be nicely drawn was a fish. A jellyfish.
So yeay, that was my second flyer design. First one was for the audition -which didn’t turn out very nice.
I guess the botb we had this year did make me do alot of things. Besides designing the flyer, tickets, all-access tags etc, I also learned the ways of bugging people. Not too sure if it’s very right though 
Well then, I should really start focusing and prioritising.
Hm yeah! I also just set up a new flickr account which is way more organised than the ones before, I only selected a few shots I really like to be uploaded. Promotional thangs I’ve designed in the past are also there.
Go have a lookie : Clickie me, baby
Neheheheheheh bye!
Oh and Keer’s got a blog now too. lol. Gila coool.
I’ve got tonnes of assignments to complete, but I’d rather procrastinate those obligations and do this now, heh 
I woke up late today but made time to pack all the necessities. Just as I had managed to done so for the day, we had only 2 periods of lessons and a Chemistry experiment. Rest of the time was spent with munching of Honey Stars at the back of the class, doing our AppTiak applause and making fun of just about everything.
The rest of our classmates signed up for the Physics Int’l Quiz and there were only around 7 of us left in class. We didn’t have P.E due to the amount of people there was. Pn N was absent for the day so we spent the time playing around and laughing our ass off. Turns out those sitting for the quiz heard Keer & I laughing from upstairs.
Lucky that Keer was a little smart, she came up with this simple game, only one rule there was -don’t ever say a word. Because of that, I had actually managed to complete some Sejarah worksheets. After some time, we couldn’t help but laugh so Keer came up with the plan that we should write “Hahaha” whenever we had to laugh. So I took a large foolscap paper and wrote a huge “HAHAHA” and “hahaha!” with a marker and left it on the table for us both to us. It was simple, just raise the paper to an eye level and move it around a little for a some motion. Heh.
We went in for Chemistry a little late and I was feeling a little high (as if that’s something new); so I walked in like a bimbotic bitch saying “What are you guys making this time? Orange juice?” And we laughed.
That was when I came to realisation that the whole class had succumbed to ignoring us (Keer, Kira, Charl & I) whenever we we’re acting cuckoo. It was like a whole bubble we were in and separated by. We were laughing at the back of the lab and Keer was running around mad but no one seem to mind. Pn H wasn’t in class at that very moment btw. But yeah, it is funny though. As we were trying to tell the class about the whole bubble thing, they seem to just continue with the experiment they were on and it was as if we were the little characters in Honey, I Shrunk The Kids, trying best to be heard.
It is funny though. And nothing else happened today. GrandMa from Johor is here now btw. She got us Nata da Coco (I hope that’s how it’s spelt), ice-cream, biscuits and also made lunch!
Ah well, jaa ♥
Listening – Alison; Elvis Costello
Aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisooonnn .
Ok, I don’t often listen to sappy songs but you can never not fall in love with Elvis Costello (:
I was just about to fall asleep not long ago. It was only 9pm. But my sister knocked on the door and now I’m awake and i feel like blogging. Heh.
A lot of funny things happened since school this week.
Monday : I blogged on how Pn L tormented me to dying of being tickled.
Tuesday : We played police and thief during P.E but I wasn’t in the mood so I told Keer to not play too and we sat near the goal post with Steph and watched others play. We claimed ourselves as local police eating donuts and keeping record of the criminals and being in charge of keeping them locked up. Keer & I decided to play along once most of the thieves were already captured and we talked about the weather. Because it was so breezy and gray. And I like the colour gray a lot. So I like it when it’s gray outside. But I don’t like it when it’s storming with rolling thunders. (OKAY, a cheesy phrase is on the verge of being typed here so I should continue)
This happened:
Self: I like the weather.
Keer: Yeahh, it’s so nice.
Self: I feel like getting married to the sky! *looks up
*it rained
HAHAHAHA, and i swear feeling slightly offended thinking the sky was completely turned off.
Keer, Steph, Charl & I decided to play in the rain before we headed to class through the way without any covers on top to shield us. Keer’s squishy water bottle contributed to our sneezes more than the rain did hahahaha. She was annoying us 3 by pouring water onto us and in the end, we decided to steal the bottle from her in class and took turns to pour water on her. (This post is making me to start thinking, maybe it’s time to act less like a 6 year old). I headed to Keer’s place after school and had a good lunch accompanied with yummy durians after that (jeez, they[wordpress] don’t have ‘durian’ in the dictionary). After getting all cleaned up, we headed for tuition and a person I do not know well of asked Keer “Is she always this high?” while pointing towards me and laughing towards something I had said earlier. After tuition, I headed to Keer’s place where Dad fetched me with some durians from Keer’s parents Had tuition with Mr Tang that night and he was impressed that I was able to answer a few of his questions on the new topic we have yet to study. He must have thought I did revision before class because it was weird that i knew since I don’t learn it in school. Honestly, I have never had Accounts revision personally, I am just getting better at hentam-ing.
Today : We had a Teknik Menjawab Fiziks (Physics doesn’t go with the title ) talk earlier. We felt bummed. While I was stoning as usual, I got this note with my name on top. Read it, &assumed it was from Pah -who wasn’t very far from me was feeling just as bummed so decided on a crappy passing note thing. And i replied. Next thing I know, the talk had ended and Pn L came up to me.
Pn L : Is this yours?
Self : EHHH, teacher, where’d you get that from? Someone gave me cikguu, it isn’t mine. I’m sorry sorry sorry. Can I have it back, teacher?
This is how the note read btw:
Hai cik adik di belakang sana, boleh berkenalan? -abang solo
of which i replied with small prints;
Mestilah boleh. Saya pun solo -awek solo
She mumbled something on me if whether I’d want to get to know the Indonesian workers at the back of the hall and I said “eww no”. Then she told us to get back to our classes.
During recess, we had a talk on things. And the topic of me buying expensive unimportant things was raised. Pah gave me a long lecture on how I’m not supposed to buy pencils and pens that cost as much as a tshirt. And how much of a waste it is for me to buy silly small things. She is right. But I can never find a way to out source my money. I’ve always had the opinion that money is meant to make you or someone else happy and bring joy, even if for just a short moment. No use chasing it and not knowing what to do with it once you have it. It could be said that I’m only 17 and I have yet to know the phases one has to go through to earn such amounts. But honestly, I hope to still stick true to my current opinion if once I earn any necessary amount. Life is short so I guess money should be the one thing you could use as a source of happiness, besides people. And no, it doesn’t make me money minded. I just think I’d rather be broke and happy with he things I have rather than be sad but with a lot of money and nothing to buy. Heh. I’m being weird.
We had Physics after recess and I was talking to Charl about something and Pn L noticed while she was showing us the transparency notes. I said sorry and she blackmailed to tell the class about the note. I pleaded but du’oh, she decided to read it.
She read only the part I had not written and Kira backed me up saying it was written to me, not by me. Pn L just went “ooh ahh” and the next thing I know, the class was going “Eeeee” and I was saying “It was just a joke!” & Pn L was saying “aiyoh, so desperado. focus now and wait till after SPM.” and i responded a slight “ouch” and I said “Eeek Cikgu, please” pretty loud and we continued with the lesson.
I was offended, no doubt. Being called a desperado? Aduh. Dahla it was just because of a bloody phony note. Let’s not get me started with the cursing.
Went back to Kira’s place after school and headed for Bahasa tuition later on together. I wanted to get myself a black paint marker but Pah’s face popped in my mind and i decided not to. I have just realised how mad the sale is going on right now so I gave Mama this look – ): and when she asked why, I said that the sale was going on and we haven’t been shopping for long. She replied with sort of a sulk saying that she’s tired over work now and we already have family plans for the weekends. I told her that I have classes too and if ever we were to go shopping, it can’t be this week for me too. And she told me to nod worry because we’ll definitely catch the sale before the trials.
And there i go into the loop-hole for naives. Aih. Ta ♥
