For the record, this is my New Year resolutions cum wishes(though I'm terribly sure that I won't be on track from number 2 onwards...Commentaries courtesy of Miss J. Alexander Manuel and Mr Nigel Barker, M.D Psychology and Reading of the Future cum Supermodel involvement):

1) Be a good student and complete assignments on time. Say No! to Procrastination. (This is a noble resolution. But we're just afraid she might zonk out halfway due to short focus.)
2) Get that hot sexy pair of slides from Studio. (Totally! Maybe as Nigel Barker, I'll get her a pair.)
3) Don't spend too much time on dance. (This is going to be hard, considering the fact that dance is the only time in which she laughs her heart out.)
4) Concentrate on Econs as the core subject, NOT History. (Ok, this is easy. Just pay attention to Mrs Low ONLY. Cos she's one hell of a good teacher.)
5) Stop bitching during breaks and start studying. (Ok, not bad, not bad. Persevere!)
6) Spend lesser time blogging. (This is hard, but it can be done. After all, the thing to solve this problem is to keep away the laptops and computers!)
7) Buy more clothes! (Um...we shall have to look at the budget for next year.)
8) Apply for a driver's license as soon as my birthday is over. (Funny how she looks forward at getting a license rather than her birthday. What a weird girl...)
9) Be kind to animals. (We haven't exactly seen her punching animals or stapling cats' ears, for the record. So how did this come about?)
10) Finally, watch less DVDs. (Absolutely. 2007 will be an important year for her, so STUDY FULL-ON!)

With that, I'm done. 2007 hit me!

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My gawd, it's been raining cats and dogs and goats and bears and sheeps and tigers and elephants and monkeys and lizards! But hey, I'm totally loving it, because even though to some, the rain may seem like it's dampening their souls, but for me, hujan itu rahmat. It is times like this that whatever we want, we can ask God for it and He will fulfill it, insya-Allah. And the rain hasn't taken a toll on me at all! Well, except if you can count the number of pillows and blankets and sweaters I sleep with at night! But other than that, I've been going out every single solitary day of this week, for a whole day each time, splurging every time I can get my hands on something. Bought a mud-green tote, wanted to buy this $129 shades which is like so hot, bought jeans from U2 (ah..finally!) and some other small, rather insignificant stuff. And of course, completing my assignments like some crazy jc dope, crying over the impossible math problem (because I'm already desperate) and more sleep (though I'm currently experiencing the 'I-can't-sleep' syndrome). Whatever that means. The only thing keeping me going is dance. The pop dance for CCA Carnival. I swear, that's the only thing that makes me happy in school. Because I can finally feel free without any restrictions (and that's before schoolwork comes in).

My new year resolution? Nah. I don't have any. Cos I think that self-betterment should be an ongoing thing, not the type of thing that has to be renewed every year. Nah. I don't believe in such pish. But one thing is for sure. I have to keep a low profile in school if I want to do well for my A's next year (which is stupid considering the fact that I'm hardly well-versed in my subjects, but I believe in hard work, unlike some minions of mine). Being someone whom almost every teacher and student knows (cheybahh...) is sucky, mind you. Totally. I can vouch for that.

I'm feeling cold. Where's my souwester???

So I haven't been replying to tags and everything else, and you have just got to forgive me. I was cut off from the Internet world, haha. Hence explains why I have not uploaded the SL pics and still haven't found time to do so. Because I am now at my own house, where there's access, but I can only stay here for like a few minutes, before I have to fly to somewhere else, at 100km/h, and thus, you know, bloody Yahoo is crashing on me and I can't upload the pics yada yada. So I guess you guys from 3506 have to wait for another month or so before I can have access again, cos my parents ain't in Singapore and I can't go back to my own house suka-suka hati uh..So be patient yah..Patience is a virtue!

So much has happened, in such a short space of time. I cannot believe it that we are finally approaching the end of December and that we will hail in 2007 in two days. I personally felt that the biggest achievement I have attained this year is to talk more nonsense and finally get my butt on stage and dance y'all! That's all. Academic-wise, I can't say much, cos this whole studying thing is going nowhere, I'm tellin' ya. For the record, I plan to graduate in 3 years. Maybe less than 3 years. We'll see where fate takes me too. I can't say much for now. And I certainly do hope to get my driver's license by the end of next year. Period.

So, in short, HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL! AND MAKE IT AS CRAPPY AS POSSIBLE!

The next time I board the LRT/MRT, someone please remind me to stuff earplugs into my ear, or better still, cotton wool. You have to remind me, although it may seem like I look like an idiot, but whatever, my ears are delicate, I have to protect my eardrums from bursting, right? RIGGHHHTTT....

For the 564972336th time, please, LRT/MRT teen commuters (excluding myself), do not blast that damn music out loud through your earphones. Do you have any inkling how irritating that is? To me? To others? Do you? I think not. It just gets me that why are these people so dense that they are willing to listen to loud music, or rather, their kick-ass noise, at the expense of other commuters and their own ability to listen. I mean, this fad ain't cool, you know. Especially if I can totally hear the music/noise which they are listening to, every single word the singer is singing. It's horrible, and more so if you are trying to understand some complex theory in some book and the noise just makes it worse. A lot worse. Because you are disrupting their thoughts, and please, spare a thought for others. Isn't that what the government is trying to instill in Singaporeans here? To spare a thought for others? Or have we just become so bloody insensitive that we think what we are doing are not affecting others. I mean, come on, we all work in the Circle of Life. Like it or not, everything is interrelated. So, in short:

"Shut that bloody music up."

Or, if you still insist in being 'cool', get yourself some fabulous-lookin' earphones, or if you want to go traditional, carry that Sony radio on your shoulder and position it next to your ear. That'll work, for sure.

I can't believe it's Thursday already. Very soon, it'll be Friday, and I won't be seeing my parents for a whole month until end of January. I'm gonna miss them. I know I am.

I'm sorry, my dear classmates, but SL yesterday wasn't that fun. If I had to give it a rating, I would give it a 5.5 out of 10. 5 would be too low and 6 would be too high, so 5.5 fits the score perfectly. I guess it's because we don't have many exciting activities that appeal to everyone there, since there's like children who are centuries younger than us. And pardon me, but almost every activity wasn't well done to the max. Including mine. It's like last minute work, and I tell you, though I love doing things at the eleventh hour, definitely planning for events like this require more work and planning. And we thought we could pull it off without having class meetings and everything, but then again, it's not a TOTAL FAILURE, but it just wasn't a TOTAL SUCCESS. I guess the funniest part was when me, Daryl and Jamie acted out the words of the song, 'I've Got Peace By The River' as they sang. It was hilarious, and you bet I was laughing my head off. I was supposed to be the soul in distress, because there's this one part at the end of the line that says, "In my soul!", no? Soul in distress indeed. Speaking of exorcism, haha...

I dreamt of one of my friends from SJAB yesterday. It was so weird, considering the fact that we've never talked for so long. Well, since I went to JC, anyway. And it made me think twice. Am I losing a friend now? I can't have that. No way.

till then, miss me!

Crying is not a show of one's weakness. It's an expression.

Why the random topic you may ask? I was just thinking this afternoon that when my parents leave for the pilgrimage this Friday, I would not shed any tears. I have to consistently drill this into my head, "I can't cry because I don't have any tearducts." ~Sandra Bullock, Ms Congeniality 2. Yes, that's right. I would not cry. Or rather, I would try my very best not to cry. Talking about psychology uh..

I think I'm born to watch teevee. I just marathoned through 3 movies today, without inching from the couch. Or rather, I'm a born couch potato. Potash. I went through skating lessons with the 'Ice Princess', learnt how to be armed and look fabulous with 'Ms Congeniality 2: Armed and Fabulous', and lastly, learnt to be careful in what I wish for in '13 Going On 30'. Absolutely spiffing, I must say. Fabuloso! However, there is some missing element somewhere. A partner couch potato. I desperately need one. So, those of you mammals out there, who think that you are cut out to be my couch potato friend, come and get the application form from MY OFFICE. However, there are REQUIREMENTS. You have to be hyper, yet still able to let me focus on the movie. You must shriek and shout and scream when we're watching horror movies (in other words, no dummies). You must be as active as a munkey jumping and a rabbit swinging, or whatever. I'm too lazy to edit the typos, but yeah, you get my drift. Waste no time, cos then, we're gonna have a super dee duper time on the futon couch, watching movie after movie and not caring about any damn thing except our prayers (I had to add that, cos it's our responsibility as Muslims), haha. :D

So, lastly, I shall see you maybe later, perhaps?

Crying is not a form of weakness. It is an expression.

Zoo outing wasn't that spectacular, but it was altogether enjoyable. I didn't feel as much sympathy towards the animals when they are locked up in cages or enclosures, well, not as much as Isyah was. She was MOANING, like, Oh-My-God-Poor-Animals kind of moan. And she was running all over the place. Maklumlah, it's been centuries since she last visited the Zoo. Deprived childhood uh..And we were all the time looking out for cute guys, cos I swear, there was this HUGE influx of mat salehs there, like surfer dudes, and also, those cute-lookin' zoomen, not ZOOKEEPERS. But they are the same anyways. I thought the cutest was this dude called Syah, who carried this munkey during the animal show, and the ugliest is the Kalimantan man, who is like bare, save for the briefs and the body paint. And the second not-so-good-looking was the PolarMan, Faris. He's so kurus kedengkik, ha..Eww..

And I have to say this, but there was lots and lots of munkeys all over the place. Munkeys swinging from the trees above, munkeys mating, munkeys scratching their butts, munkeys sleeping like logs, munkeys posing for pictures, yada yada. Looking at their 'ugliness', I thought to myself, "So, why do people still believe that we originated from ugly creatures like these?" Such things simply continues to amaze me time and again, ha!

Damn Blogger for not being able to upload my pictures. Never mind.

For the Z00 pictures, go to My PhotoStation. :D

toodles!

I think I must have gotten up on the wrong side of bed today. My head was spinning, and I didn't feel too good. It was like the whole world is falling apart. So, I had breakfast after bathing, and the food didn't go down too well, because soon after, I vomited them all out - unintentionally. Something's wrong somewhere. And to make matters worst, I had to clean the whole house. Literally clean the whole house, mind you. With a vacuum. As I was cleaning my bedroom, I felt 5 cents poorer, because the damn vacuum sucked the 5 cent coin. Ok, so it's no issue that it's only 5 cents whut..but I hate sucking in coins with the vacuum. The feeling stinks. STIINNKKKSSS....So, after working like a maid for like 45 minutes, I had to clean the kitchen. The whole kitchen, which includes the stove and the sink and the dirty plates and keeping the food at where they should be and making the whole kitchen spick and span. And that was tiring. Because soon after, I had to cook rice. No biggie, cos I've always loved cooking rice. Then, hung the clothes which are in the washing machine, and that took 15 minutes. Then, I thought that I could sit down and do some Math assignments, the GC went missing! Oh my God! That's like fatal! I mean, losing the GC which costs 178 bucks, by the way, is FATAL. Because no parent in their right mind would cough up that much amount of money to get another one. And that includes my parents. It spells, "LOSING THE GC IS FATAL."

The day couldn't get any worst, can it? I'm so looking forward to the zoo outing tomorrow...

Love is a term that has been overused, and over time, the meaning totally changes. People use this term as though it is another word which exists in the dictionary. For me, the term 'love' has its own special meaning, and that's why I do not use that word so easily unless I really mean it. I think that for every different individual, the meaning of the word 'love' differs, because we all have different perspectives on how love has to work. I admit that I'm a classic person, who looks at things as they traditionally are. Even modernisation would never prompt me to change my idea of love. By the way, the meaning of the word 'love' should be kept personal, so I shall not disclose what the word means to me.

We had made our feelings known. It is mutual.

"I think I'm in love, world!"

It's such a great feeling. :D

Anyone buying me a tiara?


In case you don't know, this is a castle. What I would like to live in someday... :D




You know, every girl (or rather, I would like to believe so) dreams of being a princess? I am no exception. These days, I seem to like to indulge myself in a bit of princess stuff. Like princess dreams, princess shoes, living in a castle (yes, I know it's cliche, but it's classic) yada yada. And yesterday, I have a friend who made me live up to those dreams. Who shares the dream with me, who became the lead character in my dream, besides myself. :D

Now who wants to live this dream with me???? Any takers?

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On a happy (see what I mean?) note, I'm proud of myself because I have finally finally finally finished reading Herland. It's a lost feminist utopian novel by Charlotte Perkins Gilman. It's rather feminist, I must say. At times, it's a bit sexist. But I really like Terry in the novel, cos he seems so fixed on getting out of Herland, which, by the way, is populated with WOMEN ONLY, NO MEN. The way he gives excuses on getting out of Herland is really very sexist. Very logical, but at the same time, irrational thinking on his part. I don't know how's that possible, but anyhoos, I enjoyed his character. And there's a bit of stuff in there about humans multiplying without the aid of men. Haha. It's like a miracle, yo! It's like in Herland (the place which they call it), each young woman is able to produce five daughters. There's only been two sons so far, in the space of 2000 years, and that, the 'Colonels' (or the women warriors, as they seem to call it) had slaughtered them or something. So, technically, a woman can have five daughters, 25 granddaughters and 125 great granddaughters. By herself. See? It's a little bit unbelievable. I bet you wouldn't want to live in that place. Without men. How fun would life be without men? Not that enjoyable, I must say.

Now, I'm off to peruse some royal matters. Where's my Valentino dress? Where's those Prada slides? Where's the DEVIL WHO WEARS PRADA?

Haha..ok, that's so random. I know...

P.S.: Thanks Azam. :)

I have finally completed the UN Essay. Well, just the arguments and the main 'plots' and everything. I just have to fill in the case studies for each of the points, and I'm ready to submit to to Mr Loh by the 16th, I think. Yayness for that! :D

Did I mention that when I went home from school on Friday, I didn't realise that Friday prayers end at around 1.45pm? Yes it did. And I stupidly walked past the mosque, and it is only when I saw Muslim men walking around in baju melayu and songkok, that I realise that "Oh shucks. Why did I walk this route? Dammit." And so, I kind of have to look at the ground as I was walking because I didn't really want to look at dozens of men walking out from the mosque. Wrong move, because I saw familiar people there. Fareez, Farid and Firdaus. Fareez, one of my malay friends in MF. He was like, "Shakirah?" and gave me that what-are-you-doing-here look. Haha. It was that embarrassing, mind you. But, all cheers, peeps, cos he's still a lil bit shorter than me. Yippee!!! It's good to know at this age and time that there are still guys who are shorter than me. Cool uh? And further on down the road, as I turned back to wave at Fareez after we passed each other, guess what happened? This is even worse than the incident which happened in school in which when Isyah saw Danial, she told me that she saw him, and I kind of tripped on the canteen stairs. This incident which I'm gonna relate is totally more embarrassing than that. So, I mentioned that I waved at Fareez, and I didn't see the huge pillar in front of me. Yup, you guessed it. I bumped unglamorously on the pillar. Face to pillar. Woah..it was like oh my God, Fareez saw that. And I'm still feeling pretty embarrassed about it.

So, Farid also gave me that same look Fareez gave me. Ugh. Excuse me, the pavements outside the mosque is for public use, so why should I not use that? I just wished that at very moment,I could whip out my sunglasses and put them on where they belong. Dangs. Major public humiliation.

That's it for Friday. On Saturday, I finally watched Happy Feet!!!! Woohoo!! Nice movie, if you ask me. Better than that Madagascar crap or The Wild rubbish. Happy Feet seriously was fun! I enjoyed that movie tremendously. :D :D :D Though some protege of mine said that it was like a musical, and though I think so too, but I thought the way those penguins dance and sing were pretty cute!! Especially Mumble! I so want a Mumble right now! And I totally love Norma Jean's singing. Also, that tap dancing totally dig! Woohooo! At least me waking up early (6.30am for the record)just to catch the 10.15am show at TAMPINES MALL was worth it. Besides Mumble, those Amigos are a cute bunch. Especially the one with the crown on its head. You know there's this part in the end where Mumble kind of flew down from the ice berg in order to chase the ship? Yeah. The one where he said something like, "tell mum and dad that I tried?" Yes, that line? I think the line after that, where one of the cute Amigos said, "We are supposed to tell his parents that he brought us all the way her just to see him die?" is really striking. Witty penguins, I must say.

Then on Sunday, it was time to shop! And shop! At town. I bought new shoes, because, if you remembered, both pairs of mine got stolen. I saw the exact same shoes which I used to own 3 months ago, and I kind of wanted to get that pair, but I had to move on. So, I bought a Adidas shoes. It's blue and silver and all. And we went shopping for more items. Even my mum said to my dad that he must work hard to keep his job because we need him to support our splurges. Haha. My dad sighs everytime he has to take out his credit cards. Yes people, that's my dad. There's this time where I bought my brother a pencil box, a new one, and I showed it to dad in front of mum. And my dad was like, "Why buy again? He (my brother) got many pencil boxes already whut..." And my mum was like, "But don't have this type." Haha..very cute, Mum!

Then, after shopping, we headed home, where some of my relatives wanted to go to my house because they wanted to see my parents, who will be leaving for the pilgrimage in two weeks. And one of them was Abang Is' mum, nyaii Pau. She saw nougats nesting beside the teevee, and a whole tupperware of nougats, and she scooped them and put them in a plastic bag. Cheydebahh..this is what I call 'self-service'. Not bad, not bad...

Oh, I forgot to add, on Friday morning, at exactly 7.35am, I saw Civil Defence people on the Red Rhino. They are totally hawt!!!

Okies, I think that's it then. I think I'm heading off home now.

And now I'll go, "Thank God the UN essay is three-quarter done." Phew. It has been one helluva roller coaster ride for me. But the best holidays I've had so far, apart from the holidays overseas.

Now, I'm sending out applications for those who are interested in joining me for watching The Nativity Story. Dad thinks the story is crap, but I'll watch it anyway. If you're interested, come clean my house for a week and I'll consider bringing you along.

Hi all!

I'm currently hibernating in the school library for another hour, since I have 'completed' the first bloody part of the UN essay introduction, amidst laughter from Christine, Yan Ming, and of course, myself.

And the amazing thing is that there's like no one in the school library except for me and this other guy from 3406. So, it's like very calm in here because we're all left to our own devices and that there's no one to peep at what I'm writing here, or even know that I'm blogging, and that, world, is a comforting thought in itself.

Come to think of it, UN research is driving us people nuts. Me included. It's like extremely hard to dig into all the confidential files, and extract information (not that I'm complaining, of course!) AND after that, read through chunks and chunks of words that make me go cross-eyed. Seriously, world, give me a break. Me and Yan Ming were like scanning through the whole 12 shelves full of UN stuff, and let me tell you, it was HELL. Not only do we need to read every single article there ever existed in those dusty files, but we had to squat and read through dozens of yellow paper stuff. Not funny, mind you. And to think that I want to major in Political Science when I get to university. Second thoughts popping in now. I mean, I love reading history, but big and thick books? Um, who am I kidding? Myself?

On another note, maybe I should, you know, get more in touch with the outside world, because, as it is, I live in this teeny weeny shell which spans not more than 5km in radius, and also, very dull. I need a boost, and UN might just be the much-needed break. And being more UN-proactive, in order to score well for the upcoming case studies which I prognosticate that we are going to be spending lots of precious individual time over, I HAVE TO READ. Yes, world, READ. It spells 'READ'.

Since I have spent quite a substantial amount of this entry dedicating it to UN and its many many problems, I thought that I should be light-hearted here. Hahaa.. IT'S THE FUNKY MONKEY!!!

Ok, where did that come from?

Firdaus cut his hair! Botak! Oh gosh, he looks so different. Hard to admit, but he looks quite good. Not that hot shot kind of good-looking, but nice to look at. Not bad. Initially, when I was sitting with Christine (she insists I spell her name this way instead of X-tine), I saw Farid entering the school, with this mat in white cap. And I didn't recognise that mat because I thought that it is perhaps one of Farid's friends. So, I was partially right. And I finally knew who that 'white cap' guy was. Firdaus. I saw them outside the staff room, and he saw me. He went all wide-eyed, perhaps because I had just cut my hair, and yessa, people, I look different. To a large extent, no?

I was like, "Ok, so now Firdaus and Farid knows I cut my hair. Oh goodness." Because I hadn't intended both of them to be the first peoples to see my new look. I wanted it to be Isyah or Farhana, see? Enough rants. Woah..enough is enough. Whatever.

It's 1310h, and I think I have to go off now. Basically, quite a fruitful entry, but I really need to get started on my research on the YOM KIPPUR WAR, THE SIX DAY WAR AND THE INDIA-PAKISTAN CONFLICT OVER KASHMIR.

And now, I'll go, "Ape seh UN...Buat susah hidup orang je..."

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This is posted on Friday, 8th December 2006, 12.05am.

It kind of freaks me out when I've got ideas exploding all over the place, especially when these ideas are uncalled for. Like the next thing you know, there's this BOOM sound, and there's like whole truckloads of ideas spitting all over the place. Haha. Sounds weird, I know.

Blogging in the wee hours of the morning is definitely not my thang. God knows what kind of things I will be talking about. Like now. I don't even know why I'm writing this down. Weird world, weird world.

Peeps, please do not SMS me or whatsoever because I won't be replying to any of your messages unless they are terribly important, say, assignments due on a certain date unless you want to get murdered by the tutor. Yeah, so, if you want to reach me, like for perhaps dance practices or group assignments, you can call me on my phone, cos I've got endless free incoming calls. ;D Think maximum usage.

On another random note: Jie and I made jellies AGAIN! But this time, it's pure chocolate jellies and some mango jellies. Hahah. Come on over to my house to try it, unless you are one of my besties, then will I bring it to school and share it with you.

till then, take care world!

You Should Drive a Corvette

You don't just like to drive on the road, you like to own it. You live to intimidate other drivers with your car's muscle power!

What Sports Car Should You Drive?

Haha. Anyone care for a ride? But I think the first ride would be with someone I'm very close with. Someone respectable. He would know I'm talking about him when he reads this. ;)

On some days, I find myself saying this, "Why hadn't I joined SYF?" Ok, let me be frank. I am kind of regretting my decision to exclude myself from SYF, and I have no idea why I'm still pondering over that decision. It's not as if it's going to change my life or anything, but I just felt weird, you know? I know I'm too late, and yeah, I think I have to move on from here, right? I can't stay glued on one spot for like forever. And I know that.

I came across this when I was doing the research, which is making me go crazy and red with fury everytime I didn't get the intended results.
"A popular Government,
without popular information or the means of acquiring it,
is but a Prologue to a Farce or a Tragedy; or perhaps both.
Knowledge will forever govern ignorance;
And a people who mean to be their own Governors,
must arm themselves with the power which knowledge gives."
~ James Madison to W.T. Barry
August 4, 1822

It made me rethink my thoughts and I decided that yes, I'm going for that beautiful A level cert with lots of A's and B's. No matter what. If I'm going to become my own Governor of my life, then I have to do something about it.

On a less serious note, I CUT MY HAIR, PEOPLE! And boy, do I look different. *beams*

I literally felt like Miss Santa Claus yesterday. I went to PS with Jie and bought presents for everyone at home. Yesh, that's what we did. Here's what we bought, after an exhausting 5 hours of shopping, plus, I had to endure the aching feet when I stupidly wore Charlotte slides instead of Timberland pumps. Haha. You dumb, Shakirah. Absolutely dumb.

So, returning to the list:
1) An Emilio Valentino collared shirt for Dad
2) Frito-Lays (yessa, the one which makes me allergic to) potato chips
3) Black hairband and socks for little sister
4) A handphone pouch for brother
5) A Superman pencil case for little brother
6) 2 packets of Jigs and 3 packets of Hot and Spicy seaweed for those little babies at home
7) Necklaces and hairbands for myself
8) Charm bracelet for Jie
9) I wanted to buy more, but there's not much time left, so off we went home! :D

I spent my day quite unfruitfully today. Made jellies, and watched the teevee, and went to BP Plaza to splurge on make-up and popcorns, and President fromage fondu, and seaweed, and more make-up. Haha. Quite fun, I must say, though crappy to a large extent.

Dad and nyaii are discussing about next Thursday's kenduri arwah. Apparently, me and my cousins are being mobilised to be the labour in the kitchen. Yawns. I knew I would end up in the kitchen somehow...

Went to Kak Ani's and Abang Zaidi's house to see their new baby. She was so cute, please...Her name's Nur Firzana. Nice name. She's the third child. The first is Muhammad Irsyad and the second child is Nur Iffadina. Nice names, right? Gosh, I can feel the maternal instincts. But, that can wait.

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Another rant: It sucks a lot when you want to help people, and they don't appreciate it. It really sucks, you know. And what really pisses me off is that when we send them a message, they misinterpreted it, and thus, causing we to get into trouble. Like hello? I really think the government should make every student do Literature so that they know how to read between the lines. Read between the lines, geddit? Even a monkey, who's got brains the size of a pea, knows how to read the lines. And dammit, she's a student at a very top school, so, apparently, they only know how to read things literally, perhaps. I don't know. But bloody sucky, I tell you.

Ok, enough pish. Highlight of the day: Me and Jie made marble Japanese jellies! And, needless to say, it attained a 99.9% success rate. Kudos to us! And we made it within less than half an hour, mind you. I couldn't help but feel so proud of myself. I mean, can you do it? Can you?

till then, take care, my fellow friends and fiends!

I should really take part in a Korean drama marathon. If there ever is one. I've been spending countless of hours on Youtube, watching Stairway to Heaven, even though I have the DVD. Hahaha...funny la you, Shakirah. I just am too impatient for aunt Monica to return the DVD to us so that I can watch it on teevee. That impatient, yah..

Ok, gotta go back to Youtube to continue watching my dearest Kwon Sang-Woo...<3

till then, miss me. >.<

Yahhooooo!!! Literally. I have completed all my Econs homework! Woah! That must be some feat. Oh, the sweetness of it all. Simply indescribable.

Ok, next. I had such a fun time laughing my head off, looking at other people's Friendster account. Look at their photos, man! It's damn hilarious, and even some depict stupidity. Thank God my pictures on Friendster are decent. Otherwise, I don't think I will be able to live the day when others laugh at mine. Mwahahahhahhh....

It can't be over. It simply can't. I mean, we started out being friendly. I regretted what I did, and the come-ons that we've been giving each other for months. Can't we just turn back and remain where we were five months ago? Like friends? I seriously am not ready, after what happened to me just a month ago. I don't think I'm strong enough to endure yet another disturbing relationship that ended in tears. Please, leave me alone. On another hand, where are you? My handsome guy on the motorbike?

That's so drama. But hey, whaddaya think of those lines? Are they real? Are they really what I'm going through right now? Or is it just an illusion?