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Written on: Saturday, July 26, 2008
haha kesian sia those in my class who have to go for econs remedial. cos its damn boring. and i get to escape cos i have geog.Time: 12:13 AM GEOG! WOOHOO! but still, you guys have my condolonces. i have been sick, was sick, in and out of sickness but i don't give a shit! i hate the weakness that comes along with being sick but i love pushing myself till i cannot breathe haha like what happened after pe just now. but it wasnt much. temporary only. i'm breathing fine now. and for some well thought-of reason, i can only sleep past midnight today. its damn leceh to explain, but if you wanna know you can always call me at 1800-FAWAZ. that's 1800 32929. and so now's the time to sleep. and i'm playing ihc touch on monday! but i'm so damn rusty! and i haven't played touch in years! i seriously SINCERELY am gonna pray to God so i don't screw up big time. and i'm gonna try sprinting tomorrow (read: today , cos its past midnight.) to make sure my legs can still move at that speed. eh actually can. but just try again ah. fun to run what. damn fast. fuster fuster (like yvan says) and now i sleep so darling, save the last dance for me. darling, save the last dance in the bank. HWOW THIS IS
Written on: Monday, July 21, 2008
WAIT CHECK THIS FIRST:Time: 11:41 PM this is my 102nd post. the previous was the 101st. and it was posted at 10.01 pm. HOLY SHIT! and btw 10.01 also spells lool. laughing out outrageously loudly. laugh out OH! loud. llamas on orange limousine. ok that's it. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. today i found out just how ignorant Akaash was (although i also found out that Mateusz thinks he's a cute cuddly bear. please stroke him the next time you meet him. he's the tall ANG MOH! in case you don't know yet. he's Polish. "OH NO! There's a thief! Quick, call the polish!" Amelina was eating, and she ordered foetus. and Akaash somehow hadn't seen that before, and he was questioning us all. eh boy, live in singapore 13 years and you DON'T KNOW we eat foetuses? not everyone ah, but its still fairly common. Syafiq Serena Sufyan Sadikin(eh four asses. SORRY THAT CAME OUT WRONG! sorry, serious but must leave it there cos its kinda funny). all testified but STILL Akaash was dubious. eh wait was Sadikin involved? ah heck. he's BB vice capt so it doesn't matter. in the end Akaash was: ok ok, yeah i get it but i'm NOT touching it. you just took it a step too far! poor boy never eat foetusus before. they real nice, hwow! and that's all for today, i have gotta be doing a work and a sleeping by the 12 hourth day. buy the language
Written on: Sunday, July 20, 2008
Friday was bahas, against TJ, we lost. doesn't matter, though. people still taking photos and stuff so they couldn't have been THAT sad. although haris was crying his ass off right after the thing, crouched in a corner against a wall. he was so sad he had to take painkillers. ok no ah he was just taking his medication, no crying. eh but not fair i thought at some parts the tj speakers made personal insults. and looks like Cikgu thinks the same cos she was telling us yesterday (after kompang, which i'll talk about later) that it was supposed to be intellectual! but why they make personal insults!Time: 10:01 PM nevermind we'll train harder next year and try again. whatever it is, respect to the four bahasers. i find it nervousating to speak malay in front of a large audience and there they were doing what they did. thanks to all the supporters who came down (i've got a list ah, HWOW.) and to those of you who wanted to go but couldn't, we all felt your presence. it was BLOODY creepy, btw. anwaar khairul syafiq syafiq2 taufiks arif irshah farish arina am nurul farhanah izza izzah husena nazlyna ani dian humairah fatin hab fads fizah hijazi in order of the bus and random memory and sorry if i forgot your name i really should not forget but sometimes my mind's a complete blank and i can't recall sorry again yesterday kompang good ah. maryam arina syafiq sadikin zul hijazi danial sufyan n nabhan demam. thanks to yall for playing NOICEly and maryam n arina for fixing the manggar and patiently walking a few miles.and why the hell didn't the GOH (kan't say who in case they chase after me) look at us, he found the floor very interesting. but after that zul and i went to check it out and it WAS very interesting. ho man how did we overlook that all our lives in rj. living in rj since forever ah. so AFTER kompang went to eat some almost crappy finguh food and main bola for 20 mins and lepak all that ah waste time like normal. then syafiq zul hijazi and i went bishan gym blahblah OH ya before that Cikgu met us talk to us long long about bahas and melayu and prizes and future blah and ok then we went gym ah. then went home for no bloody reason felt like shit after asar. tried to stay awake but fell asleep on the couch at 6.30 then my bros cannot keep quiet or lemme alone so i went to my bed slept till next day which is today around seven am. then after subuh STILL wanna sleep so bad but i had to stay awake later i sleep and grow fat then cannot wake up some more waste time seh. then still got madrasah but thats good for your akhirat and its fun so wth. oh ya yesterday on my way home something happened before and in and after i was in the lift. i standing there innocently waiting then from behind i heard a father and son approaching (i heard the steps plus i turned around in case you wondering if i have fusion hearing vision senses thing) then the following all in chinese but i translate for you son pa is this person a malay pa no lah he's indian s but look at his skin so brown must be malay pa no lah he's not. sri lankan. and all this time i kept quite, secretly understanding. inside damn angry ah wanna burst out and shout but skali paiseh etc. (arif this is why i say shuttup in the train serious sia. but coming from me hard to listen ah cos i whole day buat bising.) when provoked or challenged i always wanna be offensive but i've learnt and naturally react passively cos that's the best way. avoid conflict, paiseh, and messing things up. i hate being angry. can feel the syaitan trying to make me do bad things. so i want it to go away. better be cool than go hell right? then in the lift the father press 8 and i pressed 12 but the light for 8 not working and i knew so when i noticed i kept quiet. the son donno so he said in chinese again pa the light not on maybe you never press. and finally i spoke. yeah i the light is spoilt but i think you pressed. you want me to press for you again? and somehow i felt them paiseh. the father kinda stuttered in english ya press ready and pressed again. then skali 8 floor. pa out first then as the boy walk i said btw i'm indian (not angry voice) if got drummer then he'll play the tadum, CHANG! sound but too bad so i just enjoy inside. i damn happy with my reaction. in case you noticed my writing a bit different today cos my fingers n mind tired and my mind is like a blank but my eyes also hurt. maybe cos use com too much lately and also because i collated surveys just now and microsoft word wasn't very friendly IT SUCKED. and btw if its so damn bloody hot in singapore why don't you people walk around in your underwears. and the guys can go topless or wear singlet. and why don't they wear hot shorts too. don't stop at the slippers. 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THINK. and btw i'm really confused now and i dunno who to talk to cos i dunno if people will understand or just laugh or whatever. and somehow i keep wondering do people laugh at or with me. am I the joke or do people really feel happy around me. and sometimes when you know something you find out you don't know more and you get more unsure and when you ask people get annoyed. i wish i knew whether people would get annoyed so i don't ask the wrong things. but then who do i ask my unasked questions. maybe there's a way around it but i know whatever it is i must always turn to Allah for assistance and i know no matter what He'll help me. bye off to econs n more work. maybe i'll write like this too i dunno somehow my mind's getting more awake but i'm still thinking like this. i dunno. k now really bye. oh no. wait. i was looking for a new skin cos i think this one'sgetting old cos you have to click so much but i'm still looking and i haven't done the html stuff in awhile so i'll take some long time but i have to study even if i don't i must not waste my time so it'll probably take forever. and all mcs people please ALWAYS check your mail. it sucks when you don't. thanks. k now really REALLY bye and thanks for reading see you tomorrow or maybe another day emergencies
Written on: Monday, July 14, 2008
today while i was in the library reading with syafiq, an unmanned, unmarked spy plane crashed in the vicinity. keeping my calm, i proceeded to investigate the crash site.Time: 11:48 PM what was initially thought to be a messenger-spy plane turned out to be an ordinary reconnaissance plane, of the model 'Dart'. eager to return it to its creators (whom i presume are known by the name(s) Syafiq Taufiq Arif. note the acronym STA.), i performed a pre-flight examination of the vehicle. to my dismay, it had suffered severe damage to the nose which extended a little to the fuselage. i doubted it would make the return journey. i was not disappointed, then, when the plane rose feebly for a few feet before resigning to its fate; it was doomed never to return. we watched as it rolled and crashed into the wall, just short of the second floor of the library, before finally coming to rest ungracefully behind a magazine rack. upon further reflection, i realized the failure of its return flight could partly be credited to an insufficient application of its afterburners. alas, nothing can be changed. and since i'm here i just wanna talk a bit about the latest singaporean (un)trend of walking around in shirts, shorts and slippers. yes, everyone has a right to do what they want, and you can be comfortable. you are allowed to think of yourself first, BUT you must never forget that you are part of a COMMUNITY. that means every action of yours has an implication on others. its a humid and hot place, and you wanna feel good. i don't understand why some people can't just toughen up and get used to it, but let's just leave that for now. so you wanna dress comfortably. first, you put on a shirt. that's fine. but please, think if that faded, loosely-hanging, shit-coloured shirt looks good. it does? oh wow then, go ahead and wear it. next, you pick your shorts. here's where things get messy. there are lotsa types of shorts out there. from bermudas (which technically aren't shorts, right?) to what comes close to boxer shorts. if you've got sexy legs, go ahead and wear those hot shorts. no one would mind. but please, if you've got... well i think i shouldn't say what, you just imagine... then DON'T for God's sakes put them on. oh, its my problem if i look at you? then it must be your damn problem if you happen to look while someone's flashing. get my drift? and lastly, the slippers. they can look good, but not if you flop around and, i dunno how to describe it, but i see lotsa people who can't keep their feet ON the slippers. they just land all over the place. now THAT makes it look like shite. and when you look at the whole thing, it may not look very nice. its sloppy. sometimes disgusting. just put some thought or effort into your dressing and you'll be fine. there's no need to look glamorous; i've seen people in the shirtshortslipper outfit who look ok. or maybe you can wear a pair of shoes instead. come on, you can't be THAT hot. and something i noticed in the train today. i must have said it before, but i don't care. its the people whom people most commonly label as hooligans, rowdies, hopeless or whatever, that have the courtesy to give way to an alighting passenger. its those people who look all smart and dressed up that are deaf and have their feet glued to the ground. THEY should be labeled for a change. the first group doesn't deserve to be looked at the way they have been all this time. and my neck is hurting. only on the left. always, i dunno why. somehow i don't really like the way i wrote the first part of my entry. i'm afraid people may think i'm trying to sound smarter than i am or arrogant or whatever ah. i am not. i just wanna have some fun. and good charlotte just wanna live! and now i gotta leeeeeeeeave! hwow, i'm spiralling out of control. till next time (hwow thats TNT) miscommunication
Written on: Thursday, July 10, 2008
if you can hear a voice narrate this post, let that voice be low and soft, just above a whisper.Time: 10:41 PM during pw, a strange occurence took place. I. DIDN'T. PAY. ATTENTION. actually its damn common. ON TO THE STORY. it was 10.34 am, the sky was clear. the proceedings of this incident can only be understood via the aid of a professionally-drawn, highly complex diagram, henceforth known as Fig 1: LEGEND AN:ANGELINE AM:AMELINA TEACHER: PW TEACHER, ALTHOUGH SHE DID NOT TAKE UP THAT MUCH SPACE TABLE: FURNITURE WHICH WE OCCASIONALLY SIT ON the following takes place in chronological order, right after where i left of in the paragraph preceeding the legend. i was feeling bored. i noticed AN's (ok fine ah angie's) phone on the table. she was across the room, oblivious. i noticed the mentos box. almost the same size as her phone. with slick movements, i swapped the phone for the box. i took a quick glance across the room; no one had noticed. i said: "angie, is this your phone?" "um, yeah?" hastily, i decided to throw the phone. in my indecision, the phone travelled the resultant of two intended courses of trajectory: towards the floor and somewhere behind angie. due to my error and the unexpected lightness and unflyability of the box, the 'phone' went sailing right towards am. in shock and suddenly aware of the 'phone' hurtling to its doom, she reacted. and caught it. and it slipped. and she caught it again. had it been a real phone, it would have survived. my mouth went dry. prior to this incident, i was doubtful that aliens existed. my world was turned upside-down today. cos i saw one on my way home from school. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT. although i must have caused her a lot of unnecessary distress at that moment, a brilliant catch was made. and angie was still in half shock. and akaash must have exclaimed, for i heard a loud booming voice. jen wei was laughing. mrs lim was busy. the phone was safe.
i laughed. on to another story. the newspaper needs a new column titled 'the bizarre'. this article should have been there: here's a summary:
the time has now come for me to sleep. they must not know i am capable of functioning when mars is bright. it is my secret, and my burden forever. corrections
Written on: Monday, July 07, 2008
hahahahahahaha some people saw my bro's photo and had lotsa things to say. lol zul thought he was an *ahem*. don't wanna say cos its damn SKAREE. and amelina thinks he's CUTE. COME ON DEI! he's one sneaky dude.Time: 10:02 PM SO i guess i have to do his normal face some justice. here it is. (and btw my phone is FULLOFHISPHOTOS. that's what happens when he's supposed to do his homework and my phone's around. not like fauzan, who can do homework until damn hardcore. respek, bro. his homework was clearly in front of him. so was my handphone. BUT! now i'm saved the anguish of finding some crap photo as my wallpaper cos he's got a new phone. which is btw one model ahead of mine BUT its a long storyandtheimportantpartiswe'reallhappynow. like shrek. eh crap lah i had a whole lotta things to write about: the article on the WONDERBOY 10 year old sprinter the ' D's ' in shop names (see i read the papers.) and how comfortable my madrasah chairs are. and my run with zul and anwaar the other day. BUT! i have werk ter do. and the work ain't gonna do itself. i gotta werk it. sigh. SIGH. BREATHE. HYPERVENTILATE. sigh. ah who am i kidding. I LOVE WORK! |
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