oh boy, i barely know you. but would you marry me?



wuhuhu! havent been properly bloggin for a long time. i'll start with fri nite.

FRIDAY NIGHT
nite clas was fun. shairul & aidil copied my paper. cos i was "fast"? whatever it was all nonsensical answers. during break khaii was the major target for this foodfight. seri & i being the "innocent bystanders". poor baby. den after nite class me khaii seth seri iya qiqi & lihssie were getting high at the fitness corner. khaii & seth beat me at climbing up that pole. ok fine. my palms were sweaty! den i started "pole dancing" for khaii. hahaha. that was fun. den when goin home to the busstop i put on khaii's cap. piya saed i looked like The Hot Bastard. compliment or insult? so i started acting like some mat. jln sat2 & whistling at ugly girls. fun ok! hahaha. no wonder seri alwayes play-acted manly. it was fun. ok den queenie & i boarded the bus all hot, sweaty & breathless from laughing. skali! thge bus driver happened to be hot hot hot. dammit. hahahah. paiseh sia. my hair was flattened from the cap. quickly we tried to adjust ourselves & behave like ordinary sober people. fat hope. my voice was all raspy.it's been raspy all week due to IJ. damn. ohwell. if imma man, at least ima HOT man. =))

WEEKEND
studied. like fuck. had an emotional breakdown with khaii. stress, u see?

TODAY
met up with khaii, den seri. i'm feeling kinda sad. cos i'm going off to kuching tomorrow early morning at 4 or 5. i promised khaii to buy him a black hoodie. hey, its an investment worth it. cos i could share it. =)) i'm loving having a boyfriend of the same size. what is mine is his & ours. =)) seri was miserable cos seth is away. she said she felt like waiting at the customs for him. if i were in her shoes i wouldnt. maybe i would if khaii was gone for lets say, a few months? den i'd go all the way just to meet him. but seeing that seri lives a walking distance from the checkpoint, i guess it was okay.

oh & i just realised i have waaaay too many aspirations. i wanna be:

-a chemist ( i love chemistry)
-a physician (ok seri! i was wrong. its not physicist. yeah, anyway, i love science.)
-an interior designer (i love design)
-a politician. specifically, a minister for education ( i wanna change the sucky system we have here)
-a sociologist (hey, imma good listener & advice-giver kaaay)
-a lawyer (i love to act the way they act)
-a writer (writing has always been my passion)
-an industrial designer (like i said, i love design. i wanna be like philip starke & karim rashid)

yeah okay. may not seem much but believe me, when you're in singapore & the educational ruote is a long way, even achieving one of the above is tough. but hey, i'm not dumb enough to choose careers like "modeling" or "acting". cos i know i cant make it.

& iffah was funny just now. she was bitching about this guy who criticised bands like Me First and The Gimme gimmes and MXPX & such. he was a greenday/mcr/yellowcard fan. ok no comments. then he critisized another guy playing a guitar. so iffah told him to play for her if he'd thought he was that good. & he played Wake me up when september ends. which was fine, except iffah described it like..

"yg lagu green day tu ah..ape ah..err...i forgot the title. oh! yg na-na-na-na-na-na (in the wake me up when september ends tune"

fuckin pathetic ok! hahhahaha. i laughed my ass off at her. den she paiseh.


haiyo.


nas killed the drama at 6:30 AM on Monday, June 19, 2006
now i want to be buried in your backyard
and when the flowers grow,
just know you're still in my heart.
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