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Written on: Friday, February 27, 2009
Oh my God now I'm starting to get damn nervous tomorrow. I've never sung on a frickin' mike before, let alone in front of so many people!Time: 11:42 PM K this is normal, I'll just have to keep praying I guess. BUT HOW DO I GO TO SLEEP NOW! i want to speak these words but i guess i'll just bite my tongue
Written on: Wednesday, February 25, 2009
a curious thing happened to me yesterday.Time: 11:19 PM first part is bracketed cos I just found it amusing that things happened that way. (i was walking to the MRT station, and decided to keep the rest of my wallet in my bag, leaving just that flap thing with my ez-Link card, cos I really don't like walking around with something stuck to my ass. in my school pants, at least. and as i kept it, i was imagining myself saying something like 'seriously i have no money, look!', waving my fraction of a wallet, in case someone comes up and asks for donations or something.) I guess it has to be made clear that I don't always donate to every organization cos I either don't like the way they ask me, don't like what they do, or whatever. sometimes I can't help but feel that some of these people are being dishonest. which brings me to the main incident. I was stopped by this person, standard, she asked me if I had ten seconds. ten seconds. PLEASE LAH wanna bullshit also pick a better number right? so I played along. then the looooooooong speech. summarized: hi, my name is ******** (notice the number of stars), blah blah blah no parents, no dunno what, I'm not asking for donations or anything, blah blah blah bookmark (?), it will help us (us? you said you were alone) then: PLEASE LAH I'M SURE YOU HAVE SOME MONEY RIGHT. and that kinda pissed me off. first you said no donations, then you ask me like that. and guess what! I did what I had imagined myself doing awhile ago! HAHAH! AND! she gave me this 'oh wtf what a waste of time' look, and I took it as a sign for me to try to piss her off. so I said something like wanting to get my club (hahah, you hear that guys?) to buy bookmarks, can I find you again here tomorrow? oh no tomorrow I'll be going somewhere else. so how do I get your bookmarks? oh you can call us (US. US?!) and we will see what stocks we have. and I swear she took like forever to ALMOST answer my question. and the whole time, she kept looking away: not interested already. good lah, show attitude some more. oh and the first speech, she kept looking diagonally: she was trying to recall her words. and she spoke super fast, I could have laughed. so guess how I ended the whole thing! I asked for her number, saying I'd contact her with my orders. she mumbled something and after I asked again, she said oh ok. my number's ********, ****. the **** is a name. her name. just like how Peter would answer a stranger's request for his number: sure you can have my number! 9236437823, Peter Piper. so she's got two names! a Malay name and an Indian one! interesting! but anyway I was done. dya think what I did was wrong? well, I figured it was pathetic of her to make her disappointment so blatant, and I didn't believe a WORD she said from the start. and unlike the other guys around, she had no tag. and where the hell were the bookmarks. end of the eww part. now I need to give a special mention to Yvan! cos I was given the privilege and great honour of experiencing his Healing Hands. he's damn good sia, and now I understand my other classmates' awe. respek, man. and here's a good chance for me to prove a point: he DOES FRICKIN look like Jean Claude Van Damme. observe: sialah why the photo so big k ah maybe not so obvious in this photo. what to do, I didn't even take it. nehmind ah I'm not so hardworking. oh and Mateusz looks a lot like Beckham when he gives his sialah-this-is-supposed-to-be-funny-but-cos-I'm-cool-I'll-try-not-to-laugh-though-deep-down-inside-I-know-I-can't-suppress-it-very-well smile. and Akaash looks like Anoop. eh shit come to think of it everyone looks like many other people. I bet I look like every other Indian guy anyway! hmm, it seems we're all based on a few face templates, or something like that. k whatever I can't be bothered I need to sleep now, cos I gotta grow. oh and I still don't understand why some people don't find the Wonder Girls hot. at least cute, right. eh AND they don't dress like they ran out of cloth of something. you gotta respect that. isn't it really obvious I need to get to sleep NOW clikkit
Written on: Sunday, February 22, 2009
Time: 2:17 AM art is in the eye of the beer holder
Written on: Saturday, February 21, 2009
this is another of those posts you might not wanna read.Time: 4:06 PM Sometimes I wish I could live for myself, without having to answer to someone for everything that I do. And it doesn't help when they can't be reasonable about it. LISTEN to me and don't let your biases change my words. I am not always in an easy position, yes I know I don't show it. I don't think I'm as good as people want me to be, I cannot always rise to the occasion. I will let people down and though it hurts me, I cannot always make everyone happy. I'm sorry I did not turn out to be the person you thought I was. And I'm sorry for myself for even entertaining such thoughts. AND WHADDAYA KNOW! I'm fine already! No, seriously. While typing this everything just escaped me, and now I feel great. AHA... I want someone to listen to me. Maybe I can't always see them, but I know that at least He listens. Oh gosh I'm hungry aaiiiiiiiiitee time to eat and growGROWGROW!!! Now that I've read this whole post through, I realized how retarded it sounds. Oh well its already typed out. Khairul and Khaliesah sitting in a boat
Time: 2:21 AM
well if you read Am's blog before this, you'd know that we had a worm in class today, blah blah blah. but what you don't know is that was not what really happened.THIS is how it all went: I was walking to school today when I heard a high-pitched voice call out: "Sir! Good Sir!' I stopped, and using my superhuman senses, immediately pinpointed the source of the sound: an inchworm, on the pavement! I squet (past tense of squat) down and smiled at it. "Dear Sir, will you be so kind as to assist a humble worm?" "Well, how may I help?" "You see, I am being chased by the Mob for a crime which I did not commit! They will not speak sense, and so I have no choice but to run!" I bought his story. So like all gentlemen, I knelt down and offered him my leg. He crawled up my knee and stuck to my thigh as I walked to school. Then at assembly, I thought it apt to introduce my new acquaintance to my classmates. But Akaash, being a fellow Indian, read my mind and greeted our guest upon my arrival. We all got along very well, the 6C crowd took well to him, and he felt much at home in our homeroom; ah the semi-irony! We all immediately decided to call him Khairul and made him a boat to chill in. Then we made him his wife, Khaliesah, and they had a nice time in the boat. He called me close and whispered some of his ideas, so I proceeded to decorate the boat with lovely text: From left to right: Khaliesah, Khairul's wife.<3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5m2B8pObL0U/SZ7295ZBm-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/pYblfOIx21I/s1600-h/DSC01822.JPG"> Khairul, lepak-ing one corner. Oh and you should know that he got bored of Khaliesah after awhile. I dedicated a section of my foolscap pad to him. * Alhamdulillah, today started off well, from the time I left my house. I enjoyed how my day went, and there were pleasant surprises at all the right times. Turns out one of my neighbours is actually a really nice gentleman, and its amazing, how much respect he earned in that short period this morning. I'm really happy. And during my alone time (sometimes I really enjoy being alone heh) I got to think over everything, and I'm happy with where I am and how things are going. God has a marvellous way of making things fall into place. Allahu-akbar. Now I'm thinking again. Do you know how it's like when your entire being is trying to convince yourself that you don't want something, when that small part of you, the part that is always true to your feelings, knows that you really want it? That you are somehow cheating on yourself by staying away. Well, its a really interesting feeling hahahahha wasn't that a great anti-climax. I must watch some Samurai Jack now. Oh and I need a glass of milk. the most FRICKIN blinding thing in my house
Written on: Thursday, February 19, 2009
Groken was a good boy. And like all good boys, he was walking somewhere in school one day, as it was during school hours. And he sort of bumped into Lukin.Time: 12:11 AM Lukin: Eh boy what see see! Groken: I didn't look at you! Lukin: Eh what bump bump! Want to fight is it! Groken: Oh, now cannot uh. I have a lesson now! Lukin: Shit! That reminds me! I have remedial now! K I'm going off. Groken: Ok some other time then. Lukin: Bye! Groken: See ya. aaaah no where is my solid ass eight hours! bye i'm gonna count dracula. geedit geedit? no really i'm going
Written on: Monday, February 16, 2009
Time: 2:01 AM need more sleep ): pening-sula, solved
Written on: Friday, February 13, 2009
Time: 10:48 PM Anson Onesiphorus didn't want to tell but he knew these things were never written down but could not be kept from prying eyes. he's been with his parents for so long but has he ever explicitly told them how much they mean to him. especially his mother, whom he knew would always be by his side, regardless. he never did something like that but no one knows what to believe, nobody knows what to to think of him; what is he. who knows? not him, i suppose. training in spy school never seemed like such an absurd idea before, why did it affect him now? there always seemed to be something getting in the way of him thinking like everyone else. he could not just get it or just accept it, not because it was hard but he decided to believe he was too easy on himself. he took the blame again, and who would see through that - no one, for sure. how was he supposed to live up to his older brother's invisible expectations and standards. they didn't want him to but he knew they did, and he did too. that he could not understand and made him his worse enemy, when he was all alone, left in the open for his insecurities to consume. the only time he was ever close to her was when they helped that kid during the camp; but all he did was cushion the poor boy's thrashing head with his foot. he never said much but he wondered if she knew how pretty she was. his friends had always been there for him but he doesn't remember saying anything about them. do they know that he'd do anything for them? anything? do they know that they mean the world to him? does his family know they mean more than the world to him? he wants to know he is accepted, it makes him feel secure. sometimes he knows, but he wants to hear it because he always seems to be able to cast doubts. and they should know better than to condemn, those things hit him very hard. it was only yesterday that he convinced himself that dreams are but past realities. he wants to say so many things but doesn't know the right words to choose. and that's why i told him not to keep it in, because it would hurt too much. funny, i still keep so much in me. i guess the preacher doesn't always practice his teachings. besides, its hard to sieve the truth from the pile of fiction; you'll never know which points you in the right direction. what do you want to believe? manadadadada
Time: 12:09 AM
i need to buy inkkkkdid you know that ( 6 ) was clickable i l t g b i d k w t d h !
Written on: Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Time: 11:56 PM maaaaaaaaaaampo
Written on: Monday, February 09, 2009
SIALAH CONFIRM READY SAK. AT FIRST IF YOU DON'T GET ENOUGH SLEEP MAYBE AH, LIKE IN MY CASE, YOU LOSE WEIGHT OR STH. AND I THOUGHT I GOT STRONGER FOR A BIT. NOW AH AFTER LIKE A SUUUUUPER LONG PERIOD OF INSUFFICIENT SLEEP I'M CONFIRM GETTING A HELLLLLLL LOT FATTER THOUGH I THANK GOD I HAVEN'T LOST STRENGTH. AND I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY SOMETIMES-MOSTLY-USUALLY-OKAHBOLEHTAHAN-KINDA THINK I'M GETTING DUMBER. AND IT DOESN'T HELP THAT IT ALL LEAVES ME SUUUPPPPEEEERRRRRRRR HIGH IN THE MORNING ASK SYAFIQ AH KESIAN SIAK DIER MUST SIT BESIDE ME ALL I THINK I'VE BEEN CAUSING HIS SHINT SPLINTS AH HE JUST DOESN'T KNOW IT.Time: 10:35 PM lol then suddenly normal font ready. went to see Haris just now, hope he gets better real soon. shouldn't be anything much, right? and Alimi dalah step doctor... 'ok hi Mr Haris i'm here to check your status... ok your blelhblehblehblhe' entah aper ah dier mepek... buat tau je. then he wanted to sit down next to Haris, and he asked: oh shit can i use your pillow? are concussions contagious, i dowanna get one. baik ah... and since Zul Syafiq Danial Khairul Saiful and God knows who, already know the Wondergirls dance steps... it means... it means! i must at least watch the vid. HAHA. entah ah the guys say they're damn cutehotstuffSIAKAH ttm without dressing like tak cukop kain. but watching it will be a super great challenge haha. shit i realize i wanted to sleep at 10. &@%$ a void-ance
Written on: Saturday, February 07, 2009
Time: 12:18 AM "don't you wish your girlfriend was raw like me?" ok now on to the real thang: she's just covered in meat, nothing sinister here. the queasy might wanna look away. haha what is it that i want Fawaz says: wish i knew!
Written on: Wednesday, February 04, 2009
i'm surprised at how long i've lasted on such little sleep and so much activity. see lah i'm so smart before doing work or anything, go and exercise, then get tired and end up staying up super late cos i work extra slow. and now? now i'm so shagged i've lost some basic bodily functions, i can't even open my eyes. funny ah, still can type.Time: 9:49 PM i noticed today that, when someone talks super irritatingly loud on the phone in public, and you stare hard, the person will tend to look around the whole place but always miss you. rather whenever someone does something stupid and you look, they'll know not to look at you. so that means they know they're being watched, right? so why avoid the gaze? look back! come on, its not like you're doing something wrong right? don't avoid his gaze? what? you're not doing something stupid right? oh. lol i had two paragraphs typed out, then i looked back and went wtf?! and now you'll never see the two paragraphs. crap ten gotta get eight solid ass hours of sleep when, tell me when
Time: 12:02 AM
good lah wake up now
Written on: Tuesday, February 03, 2009
its 315 am, and i'm frickin up. baik ah what a great way to test my body's flexibility.Time: 3:14 AM oh shit later got pe. oh no wait morning session; no stretchingttm thing. baik ah. |
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