Good things?

Thank you Ady, for mugging with me in the morning till late afternoon and later surprising me by calling at around 8pm checking to see if i’m back home and then allowing Hady’s soulful crooning to reverberate in my ears.

Thank you Cute Guy Behind the Counter, for accompanying me to get strings and talking with me when i’m all alone taking breaks between books, looking like the sad nerd that I am. And thank you for asking for my number haha..

Thank you Claire Piggy, for mugging with me from late afternoon till nightfall and choosing great books for me to read over the weekend. And please thank Moolah baby too, for allowing me to use his library card.

Thank you Kak Nur and Abang Jay (hahah new friends I made at the cafe), for all the laughter you guys gave, making my studying much more fun then it could ever be.

And a huge Thank You and Big Hug and Kisses, to a new friend i’ve made, Siva. Hoho.. Shit babe, i hope you’re reading this, cuz good things have been happening to me since we’ve started becoming friends haha. Thanks for the encouragements, frank talks and the tutorials. I really appreciate em all.

* * * * *

On another note,

As i stepped into the last cabin of the Boonlay bound train, i noticed the commuters looking rather shifty and in discomfort, either whispering to each other, or just looking down twiddling their thumbs, seemingly as if they were cohesively trying to avoid a common object.

As i stepped deeper into the end, I overheard muffled sounds over the music thumping from my headphones, a puzzling issue since my headphones are always turned on at full blast. I removed them, and then it dawned on me why the commuters were so restless and shifty.

Standing/sitting around on the butt of the train, was a family of 7.

The father, shaven head, chunky silver jewelery, a handphone draped around his neck playing music at full blast (which resulted in the muffled sounds I overheard). The mother, with her long ‘rocker’ hair, black lips probably due to excessive smoking, unkempt dishevelled clothes. The uncle, unkempt as well, slurring his words when he speaks (probably due to a handicap, assuming from the way he carries himself).

And the children. 4 in all. The eldest – a boy probably 12 years of age, but surely who has seen the pits of life, his loud boastful voice echoing in the silenced carraige, through lips black as charcoal, ciggaratte box in pocket. And 3 young maidens, innocent beauties wrapped in dull faded dresses which have seen better times.

I shifted my focus from them, and to the people around. Men in brisk suits, women in sharp blouses and starched skirts, educated. Books, gadgets in hand. Their eyes darting away, trying not to give accusatory looks, trying not to stare. And yet at times they fail, when the music suddenly gets too loud, or when the eldest started shouting, or when the 3 young maidens started giggling and pushing each other around, leading to the father or mother yelling for them to shut up.

I can’t help but feel emotional. I don’t know what to make of what I felt, and I teared. I wanted so much as to remove that look in their eyes, to shut the stupid music, to grab the children and tell them that they can escape from that cycle they are in now. I want to, but I don’t know how to.

They need to get out of the cycle. They can be shaped. They can.. but who’s gonna lead them? Sigh. It would be a huge pity if the young ones go astray… A huge pity.

* * * * *

My school’s creating a Yoga record tomorrow. Yes, that’s what we do. We make world records and build fountains, and then listen to the so-called principal whining about not having enough money and then proceeding to announce that he has hundreds of MOE complaints about himself but he doesn’t give a shit.

Alhamdulillah.

I know I am truly blessed. I have the family, (finally) the right group of company, the desire to study and the occasional heart-pumping episodes brought about by that smile.

Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah. Praise Allah :)

Dream A Lil Dream.

Out of the numerous times I dreamt of the ex boyfriend, it would be situations where we would have to meet up. And the interesting thing was, my subconscious mind always, always, depict him being late for the meet up.

How tragic that after more then a year of courtship, this is what my mind chose to remember. Wahahahaha. And I got my toned tummy back, thank you. Must be the mocha ice blended and nothing else for the whole day diet.

Ps. You’re not recommended to try the diet. It’s extremely unhealthy and did I mention you won’t be able to sleep well at night due to your mind refusing to shut down? It’s the caffeine, baby! Oh, and I won’t be liable if you decide to indulge in such stupid acts :)

This is your weekly fix.

It has no pictures, just words and nothing really entertaining. Cuz that’s how my week went hahaha..

I guess it’s safe to say, that I’m too stressed out with studies to the point that my whole life revolves around the library, with me in it studying or at least attempting to.

The entertainment factor of this blog will definitely go down to zero overtime in the period of the next 3 months and i will lose my readership (boohoo) but yes, I guess at this period, my priorities are definitely the papers that I would have to fill up very very soon.

I would continue blogging, of course, but it would just be shitty entries like these. I promise though, after the As, that I’d resume the style of blogging as I have been for the past few years.

So if you’re bored, you can just read through my archives both in fingersdontfing.com and chapterxtwo.blogspot.com hohoho!

Aaaanyway, enough admin stuff. I just want to squeal a bit here that the cute guy behind the counter approached me and we talked for around 15 minutes! Weeoowweeeoo! And yes, I now have a name to stick to that face :P

But but buttttt, I’m not really ‘crushing’ over him much now, so you all who managed to catch my love-struck mushy lovey dovey *pukes* poem (which I have deleted so those who didn’t catch it, DONT BOTHER) can please stop teasing me already horkayyy.

Alright then, its 9:23am. I got to bathe and get to the library soon enough before the kiasu freaks grab all the seats. According to very reliable sources, said kiasu people freaking ran up the escalators once the gates are open.

Sungguhtakglamour.com, yes?

Cute Knight Behind The Counter.

Ok.. The commotion is over. “Enough, no more. Tis not as sweet now as it was before.“, so says Orsino. (It was Orsino, wasn’t it?)

Hurhur. Damn, I suddenly miss reading Shakespearean texts. And yes, I have turned into a wannabe mugger, who, after 5 hours of pouring over school texts, will suddenly apparate on the second floor of the library only to return back to the cafe 15 minutes later with a good ol’ Economics book in hand (of which its contents does not really help with the A Levels papers).

And prelims is but a mere 2 weeks away, falalala.

It’s a new week.

[ Edited @ 11:16pm ]

Oh Goodness! I can’t believe I spent 11 hours at Jurong East library today studying! hahaha. Am having a humungo jumbo headache due to the caffeine overdose. Thanks Sangitah, Siva and Rad for being such awesome studying mates! Muacks.

[ /Edit ]

I have to say this week is rather blah as compared to the previous week, which actually equates to a good week as it indicates that I’ve had a lot of time cooped up at home, studying. Now now, isn’t Faddy such a good student? Hoho.

I’ve been trying my darndest to study and I have to admit I could have done better. I guess I have yet to get into the momentum.. And that I hope to achieve pretty soon pretty soon. Prelims is but a mere month away, darn it.

But yeah, overall im happy with how things are, I just have to make a few adjustments here and there and it would be perfect. I gotta pick myself up, brush away the dirt and just keep moving you know. Thing’s gotta improve from here onwards, InsyaAllah.

Enough with emo rantings. Lets get back to my weekly whiny updates :D

The plan to catch a movie (or in this case, 2) with Ady did fall through. I have to say although we did feel guilty for burning around 3 hours in the theatres instead of studying together, the superb choice of movies we caught more then made up for it. Hoho.

Also, we felt that we deserved it, as the last movie I watched was DaVinci Code, and Ady’s last was XMen3. That was SO long ago lah.

Click deserves a definite thumbs up. We were laughing all the way, and the last part where Adam Sandler died, the grrls in the cinema, which includes me, were practically sniffling and crying their hearts out. Hoho.. Ady was having a good laugh about it, that ass.

Tokyo Drift had such a shallow, predictable plot, but I guess the point of the movie was to amuse the viewers with the pimped up rides, pretty girls and superb drifting skills. Because of their great delivery in these areas, the movie was saved. We got some clips of the drifting scenes and no shit, watching them still gives me orgasms. HAHA. joking.

Between the 2 movies we did manage to get around 90 minutes of studying, which is dandy as I managed to complete an essay. Not bad la hor, considering we didn’t even plan to study in the first place. Haha.. and no, you shallow nuggets, Ady and I are just friends.

I spent the entire Friday afternoon and evening mugging at Piggy’s clubhouse (and i really mean mugging, cuz she’s having her prelims now), later retreating back to her room at night watching Dvds (pirated from China, no less) and just chillin’ together.

There were these 2 brats at her clubhouse, spoilt bimbos not more then the age of 12, who kept bitching and bitching and bitching. Omg. I swear if i could clobber them without any risk of being shooed out of the clubhouse and sued by their father, I would. If they’re already acting so bitchily at TWELVE, what more Twenty?!

Erm wait, am i being bitchy by writing that down? haha. Oh well. I seriously think parents should not spoil their kids too much. It just gives them a mindset that they’ll get whatever they want in life, by hook or by crook, even if it meant hurting another person’s feelings.

One of the highlights of the week was Saturday, whereby I attended a certain Economics Seminar at NUS. Woah, it was really very interesting, the things they talked about. And to add to that, the speakers were very engaging and not to mention hilarious, so i didn’t even sleep one second. How cool is that?

The Economics Major still remains on my plate of prospects, but the tedious maths equations that come with it makes the decision verryy difficult. Darn.

And Radhiyah baby rebonded her hair! haha For a couple of times, I would suddenly turn and go “Who the hell is this girl and why is she talking to me?” hahaha. Really different, I like the change. Thumbs up, baby!

After the seminar, I finally had a chance to meet up with a very very old friend (double meaning intended! haha) of mine, Aziz!

I’ve known the bugger since I was Sec 2, I think. Back then when IRC was like the coolest thing ever and I was still looking like the Alien that I was. Haha.. Oh and can you believe that my IRC nickname was “PuteriFerring” which translates into “Veiled Princess”? HAHAHA. Goodness.

Anyway thanks for the treats bro! I really enjoyed the long conversations we had and the philosphical banter you gave :) And no, you shallow nuggets.. Aziz and I are just friends.

On a different note, once, whilst waiting for Geog lectures to start, the JJC babes and I were hanging out in one of the classrooms just talking and chilling as we had back to back lessons before that. Very tiring you know, if study all the time.

The topic which cropped up was “When you were young, where did you think babies come from?” The conversation that followed was so darn hilarious!

As for myself, I forgot what I thought :/ But what I DO remember though, is that I was so grossed out when I found out how babies are really made.. You know, by parents having sex. Hahhaa. Can you just imagine that?! -dies-

So, where did you think babies come from?

Happy Birthday Kimmy + Singapore!

On Monday, not only did Peah and I buy matching waterbottles, we had a Jedi-like battle at ToysRus and ended up spending 1 and a half hours in there. Ah. The joy of not having to grow up.

Tuesday was spent in the company of the manggamas (indian minahs haha), running around the whole school taking photos as it was sports carnival day as well as the celebrations of National Day. We totally abandoned our designated areas and started walking to the track la, classroom block la etc. Tsk. Kids these days.

By the way, damn cute right Rono’s mascot (the bee)? So freakkiingg cuutee! And I don’t know why but i get the feeling the maroon pirate is Idza’s brother. Idza! Is he?

My house, Banister, got 3rd place out of the 4 houses. Hurhurhur. But then I myself didn’t sign up for any event so i gotta be thankful for those who did. Thanks guys! Oh and erm.. I was actually wearing the Owens house tee as i don’t have a Banister tee :P Talk about disloyalty.

After much whining about not being able to get tickets to the National Day Parade this year, Sangitah beti suddenly dropped a bomb (a good one, though) that she had 3 tickets to the real thing on Wednesday of which she’s inviting Radhiyah and I. Eat that!

We boarded a bus from Bukit Batok and endured a 45 minute journey in order to celebrate the 41st birthday of our nation, Singapore! Clap clap clap. 45 minute, you know. See how much our love for the country is? :P

The queue was so freaking long, it was nuts! Sang was saying “Eh.. How come we walk so long already? We are now at my house isit?” Siao.

Our seats were pretty good, and it felt so brilliant just sitting in a sea of red (loser Rad wore white), waving flags, screaming songs. Hoho! Actually, the three of us were the only ones screaming around our area. We were surrounded by small kids and nonyas lah!

I felt so bloody patriotic you know! Haha. When Majulah Singapura resonated from the speakers, the three of us sang like nobody’s business, chests out, cheeks puffed. Haha.. At school everyday have, don’t want to sing. Macam jakun gitu!

And I noticed that not many Malays actually got leading roles, quite sad ey? Is it because we really suck that bad, or because of tactical issues? (Rumour has it that it’s because the gahmen scared Malay officials are going to abandon Singapore and defend Malaysia.. cuz you know, there’s like the Malay word in Malaysia. Pfft)

The best part of the night was of course, the multiple fireworks! I took lotsa pictures but none of them turned out fine. Kwang kwang~ I think the fireworks cost millions, which, is pretty darn extravagant if you ask me. Imagine that money being put elsewhere. Oh well~

Hmm.. And actually i thought previous years’ displays were much more dazzling.

All in all, it was a great day minus all the queuing up, pushing shoving and the **** ahpek who cut our queue, ignored my diss AND rubbed his darn slimy sweaty arm against my face. AAHHH! Gross. -washes face with Dettol AND chlorox-

The second day of the holidays, Thursday, was spent with my two babies, Rhino and Piggy. We chilled at Piggy’s Clubhouse (I swear her condo is like SO damn nice), studied for a few hours, gossiped and laughed for the next few and smacked each others’ asses for the rest. Thats what I call happy times, baby!

Friday was blah. Got stuck outside my house for 4 hours due to my forgetful self (thus lack of keys). But i did manage to finish my novel of the week during that duration so I guess all’s well.

Dewa – Roman Picisan (Lyrics).

Saturday was pretty much captured by the song above :/ It was actually a matter of feeling numb and being ignorant but when I finally faced it, everything comes back, raw as ever. I hate this feeling, I hate being curled up in bed, just crying and waiting. Shit, I can’t go through another phase like this. Choosing between past, present or future.

Sunday was definitely the breather i needed to sort out my mind. Cikgu Hanita, the Malay teacher from Commonwealth Secondary, was kinda complaining that we’ve not visited her for a long while.. Feeling guilty, Peah Totot and I trudged back to school for the fair css was having.

It was nice, walking on the same lane I’ve walked for 4 years, soaking the same atmosphere, sitting on those benches, laughing at the same teachers.. I was glad I went there. And the talk I had with Peah really cleared much shit I had in my mind cuz of Saturday.

Anyway, Sunday ended really well with plans for the upcoming week. Like for example, the postponed movie trip with Ady (and gang?) on Monday or Wednesday as well as that certain someone asking me out on a date to Night Safari next Saturday. Kinda looking forward to that, since I’ve never been to Night Safari before.

But of course, plans might not fall through. I just pray they do :D

And for this, I guess God does love me hehehe. For every heartache He gives me, i get double good things coming back. Karma baby!! Ok, updates next week! Back to studying for moi :)

P.S I’ve replied all comments, aight! Keep em coming or no updates for ya next weekend! wahahhaa… (and seriously, you should stop visiting this site on weekdays, all 150 of you. I’m NOT gonna update on weekdays.. not.. not.. nottttt! I must stick to my schedule! I.. must.. study!)

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Weekend Celebrations Part 1. Dialup Killer.

I didn’t really get much presents (as in material things) this year as compared to past birthdays but I don’t know why I feel happier than I felt last year or the year before. Perhaps it was because I didn’t expect to be given presents neither did I expect to be wished. Haha.. Maybe the notion that the prospect of birthdays being a nothing-event as years pass could be valid afterall.

So getting such an amount of sincere well-wishes (most of them through sms and phonecalls) really carried me to nirvana, i tell you. Once again, thank you very much. You guys don’t know how happy you’ve made a society’s reject / uncool nerd like me feel. Kekeke *muacks!

Oh, and I got a couple of Cds, that oh-so-sexy watch for my birthday, multiple treats and 70 bucks, if you’re wondering what are the presents I got :)

I was supposed to be celebrating with Kimmy and Nassy on Thursday, but for some reasons Nassy had to attend another important event. So i thought it was left with Kimmy and I but when the taxi came to pick me up at my house, Besty Peah was inside too! Haha. I was mighty surprised and kept repeating “Eh! Kau pat sini!” like a gazillion times.

By the way, the cab we were in had cockroaches lah! Ok fine, we saw only 1 but i bet there’s tons more crawling somewhere. Damn disgusting seh. Kimmy and I were practically sitting on the age of our seats when that darned thing crawled all over the backseat. Luckily Peah and I had a truce that she’d protect me from cockroaches and I’d protect her from cats :D

I mean seriously man, for the amount we were paying (it was PEAK hours) I’d expect a good clean cab with a courteous taxi driver. Bloody taxi driver didn’t even know how to drive properly (kept braking and ignored our questions). Bleargh. Bad.. bad.. Must go complain.

Where we were supposed to go was supposed to be a surprise, but clever me already figured out way beforehand. Haha! I mean cmon, asking me to wear super formal and nice and having the event on a Thursday? Confirm Singapore Idol lah! Hahha..

We got pretty bad seats at the balcony as we entered quite late. (Oh btw, thanks AhBoi’s friend Adli for the tickets!) Nevertheless, we had a tremendous time laughing and waving like mad retards trying to gain attention from the Idols.

In fact, we were so zany that Jasmine waved back and Hady (YAY) smiled back at us! Wahaha. Hady wanted to wave but he was unsure who were waving to. Actually the funny thing was we were trying to wave to Hady but Jasmine yang perasan. Tsk. Haha..

Or maybe Jasmine didn’t perasan, but its US who perasan that she’s waving at us. wakaka. Who cares? I vote the former!

Afterwhich, the buggers brought me to Marina to have a meal. Initially they planned to get to Lau Pa Sat but as it was rather late and it was a schooling night, we decided to just eat at Burger King.

Kimmy was apologising for the Cocked-Up Surprise as he calls it, but hey, thanks bestmanfriend. I know you did your best and some things are just beyond our predictions. I had much fun nevertheless, you know!

The most hilarious part of the day were the cab rides, i have to say. On the way to Marina I was practically doubling over in pain trying to control my poop and we made rap songs using “Simpul Simpul Baju Tersimpul Taik Aku“, read random road signs in Malay-fied language, trying to make me laugh so I’ll poop in my pants, talking in bitchified accents, tickling each other and even responded to the AhPek driver when he was actually talking on the phone! Hahahha..

Once again, thanks guys for the great night. It was so super funny and I’m sorry i spoilt like an hour or so by being so quiet as i had to shit :P And sorry I had to go to Esplanade to do my business. I need a clean toilet with toilet paper, water, soap and not so many people lah! Very choosy, like that. Actually i wanted to go home and shit but seeing that they’ve already planned stuff and i really, really cannot tahan anymore.. You get the idea.

My Friday celebration with Pig and Rhino was postponed and has been reallocated to be after the Pig’s prelims. She apparently realised that her prelims are just a mere 2 weeks away and added to that, she had inflammed cheeks. Poor baby! You better study hard and get well cuz i bloody wanna meet you sooonnn!

So i spent Friday night behind my books as my aunty (who was supposed to treat me) couldn’t make it due to work commitments or something like that. Bleargh! Guess God just wants me to get some studying done as i’d be out the whole day on Saturday. Oh wells~ I did manage to kick off my Economics Revision, which is a good thing :)

Saturday morning was spent in the company of MCS (Malay Cultural Society) members for our farewell party, though i have to admit, the turnout of the JC2s was very very disappointing. Out of the numerous invites they gave, only 9 turned up. I’m sorry aight JC1s. Hope the presence of the kecoh JC2s *cough cough* are enough to make up for it :P

I could see that the JC1s put in lots of effort. There was a silat performance, games (which made me look like a fool, i tell you), free food, video presentations etc. There were even SIX balloons decorating the wall! SIX! hahahah.. ok fine, at least they put up balloons :D

They even made this collage cum card depicting most of the JC2’s photos as well as a metal wire thingy which spelled out our names. So sweet! With this much amount of effort put in, i really reaaallly felt bad that most of the JC2s didnt even make an effort to come. APA AH KORANG! Tak baik seh!

And then of course there’s the ‘official’ handing over of positions (although us JC2s have to admit we’ve already left that role weeks back HAHA!). The babe taking over Dana is Aishah. I have to apologise here that at first i thought she was not so capable as she looked so demure (haha), but after seeing her carrying out her duties and after that speech she gave, I’m sure under her MCS will be striving the upcoming two years! Marha Marha!

The new Ex-cos were also a mix of different cliques, so i hope stupid politics won’t get into any MCS things again :) And since i’ve already stepped down, i wanna clarify that it is NOT OUR FAULT that our Exco came from only one clique since at the beginning of last year, only US turned up for all the meetings…

And then after that, we headed to the canteen where we celebrated my birthday…I wish! hahhahaha. Ok we didn’t. The cake was meant for all the JC2s and although I hate to say it, yes Yanti, your cake is very very the delicious. Yum Yum! Thanks alot ey for baking it for us :D

All in all, it was a good farewell party. I had fun, thanks JC1s! Hmm coming to think about it, we didn’t even do any farewell parties for OUR seniors. ahahha. Tsk. tsk.

So I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in bed, reading library books and some notes so as to rejuvenate myself for the last celebration later that day with Peah and Nurul and later at night, with Anz. It felt good, just to be in bed reading and listening to chillout songs.

So by 530pm, I was already at Nurul’s house as the two planned to give me a makeover before we head over to watch the Fireworks Display at Marina, where I will later meet up with my bestycouzy for a supper treat. I was kinda nervous + excited over the prospect of getting properly made up and whatnot, kind of like a child wearing makeup for the first time. Can’t help it what! I never wear make up before hoho!

They spent the first hour or so trying to straighten my curly wurly frizzy wavy hair. It looked SO NICE i tell you, but i think my hair was too powerful for even Loreal and Maybeline as after an hour, the curls appeared back. CHET! Wasted.

After the not-so-succesful straightening incident, they just slapped on so much hairspray on my hair to keep it salvagable and then proceeded to put make up on me. It was so fuhnehh! It feels weird to have things on your faces, i tell you.

Feeling all happy and excited, we chilled around for a while as we still had time to waste as the fireworks would only start at 9pm. Watched Singapore Idol whilst criticising the sheer stupidity of the watchers in voting all the retards in, ate super nice food cooked by Nurul’s mom etc. So syiok man!

There was even a point of time, whereby after eating and all the laughing, that we almost didn’t want to go Marina as Nurul’s queen-sized bed was just to tempting. Haha! Waliew. Damn comfy man. I feel like getting a change in mattreses as mine is just too darn solid. I need BOUNCE!

So we boarded the eastbound train, merrily taking photos throughout the journey. heh! It took me a while to get used to the make up (even though Peah says she only applied the bare minimal) but i thought i looked rather girly with it :) Yay!

But but but… Things took a turn for the better when suddenly upon reaching Marina i realised…

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