tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28246926442444124262024-03-13T21:13:59.598-07:00Songs and SalvationsThere is a saying that those who are intelligent are destined to be unhappy in life as they are constantly surrounded by idiots,like Sheldon. The rest of us just choose to observe, be humble and Freaking dance to the beat of what we observe, What do I observe? You just have to find out.
miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-72985333272373080962011-05-21T02:26:00.000-07:002011-05-21T02:54:41.979-07:00The world (as i know it)I love Malaysia, where else can you get good food, great friends and political scandals?<div>well, to be fair, you have those in other countries as well, but to me, the difference is that its not MY good food, MY great friends or MY political scandals (im sure i will have a few in the future)</div><div><br /></div><div> This love is tainted however. Tainted by perception and racial tension. before last year, i did not notice this. i did not know what an indian Macha was. i just thought that indians were indians and that they made good lawyers. similarly, i thought chinease were chinease and not "lala" and the malays were malays and not "rempits". i felt sad that this bubble burst.</div><div><br /></div><div> I was never one to judge a person based on anything. Race, religion, sexual orientation or sense of humour (im sure einstein could not crack a joke if he wanted to), but lately, i find myself looking at machas, lalas and rempits more often. A part of me thinks i was blind before and that i finally woke up. Another part of me thinks that society is blind enough to ignore the entirety of a person and quickly smack labels in people's heads like they label meat in supermarkets. "Austalian beef" , "indian beef, hell, we're even racially branding our MEAT now. </div><div><br /></div><div> Is it wrong to start smacking labels on a person's head the moment you meet them? </div><div>first we have to think of WHY society smacks labels on people in the first place. FEAR. fear of the unknown. think about it. if you were at a store shopping for shoes, then you spot one really unique pair that you think would match your new jacket. you are so happy to have spotted it. your hands shiver as you grab it, feeling the shoe beneath your palms. then the moment of truth comes. you turn the shoe over to check its price tag, only to find out there IS no price tag. suddenly, you lose all interest in the shoe and walk out of the shop. Deciding that the shop owner is a scumbag who cheats and you dont feel safe buying a shoe from that person, as much as you dont feel safe buying food from the foodstalls beside the streets in KL. No one can blame you...but those were still REALLY nice shoes.</div><div><br /></div><div> To me, i think its alright to label people as long as you have a correction pen to change and correct that label after knowing the person you labelled for a little longer. First mpressions cant be helped and i believe that they do hold some merit. However, dont let yourself tie another person dont with labels as much as you should not let other people label you. Dont judge another person due to their label, cuz for all you know, you may have "asshole" labeled on your own forehead! ;) i know i have "crazy, unstable and radioactive" labelled on my forehead, so i dont judge the dude at the LRT station who sings songs and dances with wild curly uncombed hair. mainly because i know he copied the hairstyle from lady gaga.</div><div> </div><div> in this fab country, we have a moto. "ONE MALAYSIA" loud and proud and upright. people think its stupid cuz they dont believe it will ever happen. especially not to a country which, geografically is not ONE at all! but i think it is possible. Not by forcing people to think of each other as the same, but to know that we are all different and accept as well as love that fact! </div><div>Just the same as how the majority of the society think that lady gaga is weird and a lil' bit nuts, but still listen to her music and support her! Have a little faith Malaysia. It will take ya a lllloooooonnnnnggggg way ;)</div><div>adios till later.</div><div><br /></div>miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-85559701993076170382010-06-01T13:14:00.000-07:002010-06-01T13:31:00.449-07:00past midnight rantingsGrowing up is never easy but i have to say i have grown in the past 6 month...wow, its already been 6 months.i'm not the person i was at then end of last year, i have changed radically. for the worse?<br />fuck if i know.<br />stories and decisions that made no sense to me before suddenly hold meaning, frankly, i'm scared shitless!<br />new emotions, jealously, hate, acceptance, longing, getting over the longing and writing about longing and getting over the longing. not just that, friendships now mean more to me than ever, i've started to get ATTACHED to something, that is debate. i actually care about it, and that scares me shitless too.<br /><br /> My mum is starting to annoy me more ( i was honestly wondering when i would start to get annoyed by her seriously in the ways the movie depicted, waited for it, didnt think it would ever happen...now i can feel all the directors of teen disney movies ponting and laughing gleefully at me) i actually want to be ALONE and think things over (as in ummi dont BOTHER ME!)<br />starting to listen to the actual lyrics of songs (i currently have the lyrics to "save yourself" stuck in my head....jeez thanks to the person who intro's them to me. this is ur fault)<br /><br /> I also learned a lot about the opposite sex, mostly that they are actually capable of having feelings and that not all of em are assholes just most. and most of the time they don't even know they're being assholes. and some know perfectly well but because of some reason i cannot fathom (which annoys me) they keep on doing what it is they're doing and play with you like a doll, i gues if you treat life like a joke, then you treat ppl like a joke, i just hope the ppl start treating the person like a joke in return. but what would that solve? ah. fuck.its not as if i was never a bitch before. emotions make you do stupid things, sometimes i wonder how something so illogical could be triggered by a perfectly well,organized and logical system like the brain that sends out hormones that scientists claim produce emotions.<br /><br />fuck it all. i'm going to sleep, and hopefully i wont wake up tomorrow in time for school.miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-16018288137184861392010-05-23T07:44:00.000-07:002010-05-23T07:56:41.548-07:00The rabbit holeI hate it when I say hello<br />And he smiles<br />I hate it when he makes me<br />Feel happy<br />I hate yo so much<br />But at the same time<br />I yearn for your touch<br /><br />Oh NO! not again<br />I'm falling, I'll hurt myself<br />Again<br />I don't want to pick up the pieces<br />Every piece I pick up<br />The wall comes back stronger<br />The more i break<br />The less time it takes to fix<br />I don't wanna care less<br />But i don't wanna be in distress<br /><br />Why cant you just<br />STAY the way you are?<br />Why can it just work out<br />And not end in a war?<br />Why cant i just fall and have you catch me?<br />Why cant i just fall and be happy?<br />But no<br />When i fall i hit the sidewalk<br />I'll be torn, i don't wanna talk<br /><br />Too many questions and no answers<br />I'm tired of asking<br />You're just wasting my time<br />You play around<br />You'll never be mine<br />And I'm tired of trying<br />I'm tired of searching<br />"I don't want this" cried my mind<br />But my hear isn't so kind<br /><br />The rabbit hole is deep<br />The rabbit hole is steep<br />So easy to fall in<br />So hard to get out<br />Nobody knows how deep it goes<br />All you know is that<br /><br />Your heart leads you there<br />You will start to care<br />You'll remember the smell of their hair<br />And when they're gone<br />You'll be the one in the nightmare<br />You'll be the one with the blank staremiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-67059378995928878052010-05-21T20:56:00.000-07:002010-05-21T21:11:58.798-07:00from another perspectivethere are two parts of this poem, form the perspective of two people.part one is from a teenage boy and part two is from a teenage girl. generally the theme is fucked up families.enjoy :) drop comments if you have any constructive criticism to drop, or just comment for the heck of it, i dont mind.<br /><br />Part 1<br /><br />Life everyday...living in fear<br />I try to run away<br />But somehow i end up back here<br />Who can i turn to?<br />Who can i talk to?<br />I try not to cry<br />I'm afraid to.<br /><br />My father fucked up his life<br />By having me<br />HE tells me everyday of this history<br />His pride is so big...he hates my mother<br />He hates that i remind him of his time with her<br /><br />As she looks at me, she remembers him<br />As he looks at me, he remembers her<br />So much of hate in one family<br />The evidence scars my body<br /><br />Part 2<br /><br />I never knew him that well<br />Maybe once in a while i see him<br />Thats all<br />When he died, I felt cold<br />I didn't care<br />But when they pulled the glass out<br />All i could do was stare<br />I tried to cry and some tears came out<br />But worse was my mother,for once she cried aloud<br /><br />The money was important<br />More important than me<br />They acted all kind<br />They made us blind<br />But when he went<br />It was plain to see<br />The family was rich with hypocracy<br /><br />I moved away, I stayed clear<br />I listened to the phone calls<br />They'll ask "why aren't you here?"<br />To which I nod and pretend<br />The words I want to say<br />Will only offendmiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-81206500603328375502010-03-14T18:37:00.000-07:002010-03-14T19:10:30.511-07:00Debate @ KDUhell, i have not written a word for a long time (including homework). so how did i find myself jotting down numerous word on topics i did not know shit about? debate. that's how. we were given 20 minutes of prep time. every speker has to speak for tops of 7 mins. so basicly we craped a lot. even through the haze of crap the CBN team managed to make it to the quarter finals but we had the bad luck to run into SMK King George v. we lost. duh. but for a first timer winning 5 debates out of 7 is pretty damn great. The whole time we were debating with KGv i was taking notes on how to improve my debating skills. shhhh. dont tell my team, they'll slaughter me alive.<br /><br />Apart from the debate anthics i found myself making friends with new people and reconnecting with some old friends (who has yet to return my fish), i met some kids from SMK BUD (3), some dudes from la salle and kepong. new old friends from SMK BJ (the SMK i was supposed to go to), some Asunta girls,some MGS girls, one girl form some school in johor that i met in the bathroom and some girls from CBN who i've known by sight but never really bothered to find out their names (i'm glad i did through).<br /><br /> As for the guys in debate. I have no idea why but i think that some gals rounded up all the funny, cool, good looking guys , shoved them into a van and drove them to the KDU debate. WHO ever said that debaters were geeks, must have been jocks... or blind. This was the only place where the guys were capable to make FRIENDS with girls instead of falling in love with them on sight and wolf whisling like a hyena whose balls are being chomped on by pirannas (i'm talkin about you St john, most of the jocks anyway).<br /><br /> We had weird topics, amongst them, should the USA assasinate Ahmadinejad,Should they give away free condoms in public schools, should homosexuality be included in sex education, should there be military intervension in sumalia (we debated that one, and i only found out AFTER the debate that sumalia does NOT have a working government), and the final debate between KGv and Sri Permata was along the lines of, religious sites are credible targets for war. On the gov site was KGv. They lost but to be fair, i thing they got a shit bomb and sensitive topic. They also debated with class unlike the Permata boys who were openly laughing at them and acting totally unprofessional.<br /><br /> hehe, i met my old school at KDU and decided to say hi to the team. Then,i found out that a certain old friend was in debate....i was like, WTH!!! oh well, fine. he was there the first day, but we were so busy that we only managed to talk on the 2nd day. i have not seen this good friend of mine for around 2 years i thing but i have known him since i was 9 (i think). it was good to finally see him after so long and we caught up. The girls of CBN were taking pictures of him (including the one where he was doing his dr evil, i'm-gonna-destr0y-the-world-one-austin-powers-at-a-time pose) i'm kinda afraid they're gonna put in in our school mag next year.<br /><br /> Over all i had a great time, despite feeling like throwing up before every single debate and having a poli-urea moment during every one of my debates (the feeling of wanting to pee which is trigered by being extremely butt-numbingly sphinchter-muscle-relaxingly nervous). I hope i'll be able to do this again for a long time. A little inside joke for my old friend<br /><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/kmc/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/kmc/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aORujCi6huU/S52WyuSr9SI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jzZGTSFF0S8/s1600-h/evolution+of+man.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 54px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aORujCi6huU/S52WyuSr9SI/AAAAAAAAAJE/jzZGTSFF0S8/s320/evolution+of+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448676922352203042" border="0" /></a>the evolution of manmiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-27455165571329274252009-06-11T04:27:00.000-07:002009-06-11T04:37:18.329-07:00Still nothing, until something,when there's supposed to be nothingyeah, long title...<br /> anyway, i'm not going to go anywhere, this entire two weeks of holiday (other than the place where i go everyday) which is not considered a holiday because i am studying (yeah i now...weird for me, i normally spend my free time reading story books) but this sunday, monday,tuesday, i'm going to Pinang!!! i'm so excited! plus, my mum says she's gonna do some soul searching, which basicly means... no facebook and blogspot 24/7! which means more net time for me!!!<br /><br /> we're planning to go hiking with aunty Vasanti and her husband. me, my mum,my mum's friend and my mum's friend's husband. Ass for my mother's swolen middle finger... she's going to have to pit-stop at Taiping to get a trusted orthopedic to look at it (also another one of her friends, the very sarcastic and funny uncle mohan!) who will probably have to extract the infected bits out of the nail... worse comes to worse nail surgery... i hope not.<br /><br /> In the last post (for those of you who actually bothered to read it) i said i would write a short story in my next post, as you can see i did not. but no worries... i get really inspired on holidays (that is, if i manage to stay awake on the journey to my holiday) i'll get back to you on that.<br /><br />i'm signing off. cuz i HAVE to change my layout, it hurts even MY eyes!miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-83744497652671573802009-06-09T19:24:00.001-07:002009-06-09T19:46:17.535-07:00nowhere and everywherethis i did not go anywhere but i did. i foolowed my mum to work, to ikano,to one utama,to MPH to the curve, the apartment,bank negara,kl central,pj then back to BJ where i slave in front of the piano trying to play a song by some less-than-popular-compared-to-bach composer who died before i was born or even thought of being conceived by my parents.<br /> <br /> so as you see i'm going somewhere, right here in the selangor-wilayah persekutuan path, you get soem fab veiws by the highways... you know, accidents,squables some danged politicians with police escorts trying to cut through trafic, the public pays their cheques by way of tax, they make us pay... in more ways than one...<br /> <br /> i'm mostly burried in books, both academic and fiction, so far in these two weeks i have finished, the riven kingdom, puppy love and am now reading hammer of god, the third book in the godspearker trilogy by Karen Miller. blah blah blah, mum mum has now gotten a swollen finger, her middle finger, and yet she still insists of logging on facebook and blogging... she calls me a sadist i call her a masochist (assuming i spelled it right...dont answer this)... she also stilll insist on cooking.... like cutting onions...with a freakin big swollen middle finger which hurts like hell.<br /><br /> i'm thinking of writing a short story on this blog soon...or later, depending on how long my mum's finger is swollen and how much homework my droid teachers give...and that exam in july...and bulan puasa... oh yeah...and PMR. its amazing how 3 letters can so utterly formidable (that is to say, a REALLY big pain in my donkey...ass) <br /><br /> i'm also getting the new i-pod chromatic, with my own money, i can't believe i saved enough, i almost changed my mind and saved for an i-touch, but its big, fragile, and i cant take it out for jogging or any physical activities without it being a pain. as for the i-phone, i find it a complete waste of money if you live in malaysia, too many functions that are useless, and whats the point of having straight axcess to the internet and i-tunes when most malaysians dont have a paypal to buy the danged tunes... you also have to pay additionally if you want one of the tunes you bought from the itunes store to be your ring tone, which is complete crap. waste of money, i'd rather keep my MP4/MP3 seperate from my phone/ MP3 . that way i can still download free music.<br /><br /> nevermind, i'm signing off. buh bye.miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-63106335781644492952009-04-15T05:23:00.000-07:002009-04-15T05:54:51.866-07:00killa sista!Jackson came to our school and gave a bomb of a speech, he brought the house down! he rocked, i got a free dvd for coming up with one of the 3 most original right answer to explain what a top students do to be top students... out of ...whats 35 eight times? oh yeah, 280 students, (only form 3's) i'm still feeling a lil' smug about it. alini and rhupa got the other two dvd's. then we had this exercise where we had to stand at the back of the hall and then each one of us had to cross to the front of the hall but each of us had to do it in a different way, no repeats, that means once one person skips, the other 279 students cant skip. i gotta tell you, i had to go first b4 the others use my idea. so i skipped, hiked up my skirt in a heidi way and skipped gaily through, i liked ash and nani's one, they did the wave all the way through, someone else did a piggy back, another did a bride over the treshold (thats how you spell it right?). <br /> <br /> today i had to do the paper run in school. the school paid newspapaper for the form 4's and 5's, to improve their language sincxe it is our nitch area, especially in english, you'll be suprised how many ppl dont know how to speak english in cbn, and they refuse to learn!! anyway, i got to school late today since it rained, so as a punishment, i, aazraa and shaza had to distribute the paper to the classes, which was kinnda confusing cuz some classes had to change classrooms cuz one of the girls broke her leg, kesian dea. but kesian me too!! i had to go up and down stairs to one end of the school to the other.dang, well, at least i got this week's fill of exercise. this year i am not rep'ing my school for anything athletic this year.damn, i guess i'm now the powerless female that men, i mean "boys" seem to fall for.i guess shawty did get low.<br /><br /> i'm kinda dissapointed that my mum decided not to go to singapore for the "nine inch nails' concert... cuz if so, she has to renew her passport. which will cost rm300 for each of us, and after the holiday we took in redang, we gotta save money. she's off in a jit murad show (he's a comedian) at god knows where with my aunt and getting home, god know when. weeee hoooo!!!<br /><br /> anyway i gotta go sejarah calls. i freaking hope i score high in sejarah... damnit....i deserve it. and you know what else i deserve?! to freeze my ass of in an airconditioned eskimo theater watching shopaholic! btw, aqil, that reminds me, i rad one of your other posts... the one about how many shoes you own?... you're not a shopaholic, but why the hell do you know how many shoes you own? i see my shoe i think "oh thats cute" and a put it on! same wit my pants and shirt n bag.and my brain when it goes down the drain. and fazzy!!! throw the boxfull of lipgloss in your room! MAC just came up with a new set! ok. i'm babbling...............<br />transformer 2 is comin out this year.miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-60685526051686037812009-04-03T03:08:00.000-07:002009-04-13T12:54:34.469-07:00CBN'ers or robots?ay yay yay yay yay!!!! i'm so busy! so busy that my blog has turned into a micheal jackson (soon to probably be Mikail Al Jackson due to the fact that he converted into islam), dark and forgotten. oops, i mean white and forgotten.<br /><br /> my book intake is now only 1 book per week due to the fact that i have to now read about how the Malayan Union battled the PKM flers and reduced chin peng's multi-chins to one by cutting down the food supply to the PKM flers through Min Yuen while watching Britney's new video (if you see amy) on YouTube (which by the way does not make any sense, who the hell is AMY? dont tell me brit is doin' a lindsday and turning gay?).<br /><br /> the school expect us to do so much, i stayed up until 3am in the morning from doing my homework. i started doing the homework at 7 (thats when i get home). i have my Wushu lessons (and exams), i've got my Agama kerja Khursus (at which i am losing marks due to the fact that i dont wear a tudung) and a bunch of other stuff that i don't remember. And on top of all that they expect me to go to the fishathon (a thon where you go fishing) instead of celebrating my mum's b'day (which she spent in the traditional true indian way by giving others presents on your b'day, i was on the receiving end)!<br /><br /> i can't believe how hard school is when you actually give a shit. darn PMR! but i have to study to get into science stream, because i have now decided i wanna be a doc (i cant imagine myself being anything else except a policewoman)<br /><br /> i'm back from my holiday in redang, for 3 weeks now and its hectic, as it is i'm only gonna get 2 hours of sleep because i'm writing this. oh well. about my holiday. it was fab here are some pix.<br />oh wait!!! i did not have time to transfer them to my LT. fishelydoodle dandy.<br /><br />oh well, SMK cbn had our language week this week, with drama comps,eloquation,poetry recitation,impromptu and so on. i almost forgot about debate (the form 5's challenged the afternoon session girls to a debate.. looks like the juniors bit their tongue when they actually got a chance to talk) LDDS now are recruiting future actresses for drama. i hope i get in, but plz no death scenes and no more bitchfighting models!!! i'm sick of playing those.<br /><br />our black rose performancde had to be put on hold cuz neither aliya,ash,amira,harshiah nor i have tiem. amira with her hockey,aliya n harsh on gym, ash and me on clashing timetables. its a wonder how all of us have time to be friends. of even scout out guys. ash and i still do sometimes. mainly cuz my taste differs from aliya's and fazzy's who both seem to like softies who dont know they're softies YET (btw fazzy likes dafi. need i say more?) but then again st. john does not have much to offer anyway, cept for one fler i scouted 2 years back who now turns out to be a master debater and makes all the girls go woo! and to think i spotted him 2 years ago. but anyway, no boyfriends. i've just realized there is more to life than falling in love(god that sounds cheesy)<br /><br /> anyway i gotta go, cuz now i've only got 1 hour and a half of sleeping to do... but first i'm gonna watch hannah montana on you tube.(yes i'm a disney junkie) i also like nine inch nails in passing and sweating through physical exertion (and i'm talking about sports) i hope i pass my wushu belt. there is just something about knowing you can kick ass of anyone around (that is if i pass the test). btw, i've also got intervensi, so those ppl who bothered to read this crap plz wish me luck. tanx.miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-37252338865325011112009-02-26T02:57:00.000-08:002009-02-26T03:59:33.574-08:00tick tock and its a day tikady tick and its a monthgod!!! my blog has been super abandoned ever since the new year the only post i have written was the tag post thingie. my sports day is next week... no wait! its this saturday and the school took it to themselves to apply really stupid precautions to the event. for example no male over 10 years of age is allowed at the stadium except for fathers, grandfathers and uncles... no cousins over 10 and no brothers over 10. and they want a full stadium.... WTH!!! we're having our sports day at bukit jalil this year, and since its really big, they wanted to make sure that its filled... but then, they go on and put stupid precautions like that. i guess thay're afraid we'll bring our boyfriends.... what the hell are we gonna do? make out in the middle of the stadium?<br />also, no handphones unless its to contact your mum, and no texting,no listening to music and no taking out your phone unless you want to contact your parents. no MP3's, no walking near the vip booth, when we clap, they only want clapping, no shouting or hooting, parents are not allowed to wear sexy cloathes, no sleveless cloathes, so they non-muslims have to cover up their arms even if its hot in the stadium.<br /><br /> they are even trying to control our parents!!! like school children, i know that the teachers are to shy to show their flabby arms in a sleveless but dont try and control our parents. its ridiculous. they want the stadium to be quiet during the speech made by the vip from sarawak (whose name rhymes with sarawak) but we are only allowed to bring children under 10 years old to the event... do you think the kids will shut up when the vip (who is sitting in the shade) gives a long and tedious speech while the 10 year old listen under the hot sun? i doubt it.<br /><br /> so , moving on, CBN held a unoficial prom with the VI (victoria's institution) and invited joey G to host it. and when the bill came, the girls and guys did not pay him. the girls who held it were the form 5 girls of last year and when Joey G called the school to tell em' to cough up. the school firmly said that they did bot owe them anything. the school also withheld the SPM results until the girls who organised it paid up.<br /><br /> its sad how far these girls would go to have fun... the school gave us a long lecture about these parties. but did not stop to think why these girls did it in the first place. obviously it was to have a FUN prom a REAL prom.since the school did not give it to them, they did it themselves, and without supervision... which is even worse. and the school has the cheak to lecture all of us under the hot sun (we assemble outside in the tennis court after recess) about something that they did not do. wasting our time. they can inform us of what hapened, not for 30 minutes (althrough i was happy i skipped sejarah) we jugak yang kene.<br /><br /><br />other than that i have not introduced you to my teachers.<br /> <br /><br />sejarah-althrough she teaches about event remembered from the past, i doubt i'd remember her if she were standing in front of me. she is utterly boaring. she comes in askes us to read a page. and when she explains it she reads the sasme page again.<br /><br />BI-very stingy with marks,loves formal writing<br /><br />BM- a good teacher... but utterly expressionless. she looks like she has botox, but she is nice.<br /><br />sivik- i think he may be gay. but he's married, he's nice.too nice. he gives me a toothache.<br /><br />science-strict,funny and taps our hands while saying "notty notty" when we have long nails.<br /><br />PJK- first PJK teacher who actually sticks to the sylibus stated by the text book insted of letting us play netball of badbinton or volleyball or tennis. instead we have to go up and down benches for 10 minutes non-stop<br /><br />seni- funny,cool, and fab at drawing<br /><br />KH- good teacher, a bit over on the details sometimes. pairs work shirts with batik long skirts... but i do love her shoes.<br /><br />agama-the only time she smiles is when she is making fun of someone and "memalukan" someone. loves making fun of people, never really teaches... mostly she gives us notes to do.<br /><br />math-i have no idea what she teaches... not good with teaching, but when you ask her 1 on 1 then only she makes sense. kinda blur.and a bit innocent.<br /><br />see what i have to go through on a daily basis?<br />as it is i've got wushu,chess,LDDS,piano exams,exams,PMR and tuition...oh, and findig time to have a life. i'm so tired that my me and my mum are goin on vacation at Pulau redang next week. just the beach,bikini's,sand,wind,canoeing and snorkelling! and hopefully some friends i can play with who will smile back at me. i notice a large population of malay guys tend to look away when i smile at them while most of the non-malay guys dont.i have no idea why, when you smile, it does not mean you have to couple, i am not trying to flirt with you, i'm TRYING to be nice, but you guys are making it real hard on me. whe the malay guys do smile at me, its that "miang" smile...urgh... shivers. the other day on friday, i was walking back home with my friend ash (she's a girl) we passed by these two form 1 guys(about a foot shorter than me and a FORM 1 kid), one of them looked at me up and down in a very disgusting manner and raised both his eyebrows 2 times,rapidly. i looked at him like...WHAT? ew! later ash asked me why short guys always seem to like me. i said, i dont know, they look up to me.<br /><br /> ash laughed.anyway, i gotta go hannah montana on you tube is calling (yes i am 15 and i watch hannah montana put it on the front page of the sun).miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-66718974845313138412009-01-31T20:01:00.000-08:002009-01-31T20:44:25.086-08:00tagged by aqil...again.<span style="font-family:arial;">Directions: Once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a blog or a note on Facebook with sixteen random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose ten people to be tagged, listing their names and why you chose them. Don’t forget to leave them a comment (”you’re it”) and to read your blog. You can’t tag the person who tagged you. Since you can’t tag me, let me know when you’ve posted your blog/note, so I can see your weirdness.<br /><br /><br />1 i am 14 (most ppl think i'm 18 due to my height as well as the way i talk after reading "the knights templar"<br /><br />2 i love hipster under pants because i have a flat belly<br /><br />3 my fav outfit is my bikini cuz i love the beach... and snorkling, i just wish that i'll be able to go diving one day and bundgee jumping<br /><br />4 i am a cheerleader who loves going camping,running,hiking and sweating. i have also tried firefox and rodeo bull, all the guys tried to beat me and the girls tried to show me up. 1 guy managed to and 2 girls broke their nails<br /><br />5 i dont like soapy guys and i have a very sharp tongue when a guy hits on me. i'm not interested.especialy when the same guys asks for my number from my friend. talk about pathetic. i want geeks who can carry out a conversation and makes me laugh! i'm gonna die a spinster.<br /><br />6 i read my mum's and my friend's minds (yes i'm talkin about you ash,faz,fat cat,sucjita and sonia) all my mum has to say is "get the thing from there next to the box with that patern on that document"<br />and i know that she meant "get the phone from the stairs next to the box with the wraping paper paterns on top of my greek myth document"<br /><br />8 i wonder why ppl wonder about themselves, like "i wonder why i talk" you talk because you have a mouth...duh. no need to reincarnate einstein for THAT.<br /><br />9 i once swore in german in front of the whole school and has said sex in class when the teacher was....is a male...lucky he was a sport.<br /><br />10 in the last two months i have watched over 20 movies including taken,house bunny,body of lies and bolt.<br /><br />11 loves english lit,world history and, science and math... my tuition teacher cannot out pun me, i always manage to out smart him when it comes to arguments, he'll just end up laughing along.<br /><br />12 doesn't give a shit what ppl think unless they are close to me. i hate losing friends unless they lose me (by betraying me)<br /><br />13 when i talk to someone about my problems, i want them to listen and not give "i'm older than you" advice... they should also comment when they are supposed to... like all females. guys out there remember. "listen" and try not to fall asleep<br /><br />14 loves watching "the nanny", "CSI", "hannah montanah","the suite life on deck", any documentaries on mummies,incans,mayans and loves greek myth.also loves to write and has gotten commended and distiction for two international english related comp, one of them is the commenwealth essay comp...<br /><br />15 has close friends who always seem to avade an "A" in agama<br /><br />16 dances while cleaning the house, i'll dance,dust,work out,sing and sneeze at the same time...aaaccchhhoooo.<br />sorry.<br /><br />taged<br /><br />marieneko<br /><br />ash<br /><br />faz<br /><br />debra<br /><br />petra<br /><br />sushi girl<br /><br />harshiah<br /><br />mao fong<br /><br /><br />thats it, the rest of you deleted you ur blog...<br /></span>miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-82815924662700552092008-12-28T02:44:00.000-08:002008-12-28T03:31:12.918-08:00countdown to suicide year.well,the holidays are at an end. i would love to say finally, but i cant.<br />only because i have not finished my homework.<br /> but other than that, i'm pretty glad its OVER, i got so bored that i carved a chunk of plaster that fell of the ceiling into a paper weight, and i changed the pattern of my scotch tape, i dont like plaids, not that particular design anyway.<br /> but there are good things for me next year (even if its PMR)... like...<br />hold on i'm still thinking...<br />nothing.<br />oh wait!!!<br />my mum redid my study room!!! it now has corner shelves and it stretches almost all the way to the ceiling, i have now more space than books (for the first time ever)<br /> but there was some trouble with one of the corner shelf (which happens to be a CD rack ) it was not stable and kept leaning backwards, my mum told me to stuff something behind so that it wont move anymore...<br />and being me, i stuffed all of the boxes used to package the bookshelves before and stuffed em' behind there (now thats what i call recycling!)<br /> and next month my mum's getting me an aircond (which is a big deal) since i have not been allowed an air cond before cuz my mum says it builds character and so on and so forth, and told me her life story before i dropped it.<br />my mum has finally decided to put the AC in my study room cuz before i never actually sat in it and studied (not even in UPSR year, which was why i was so suprised that i got all A's and tricked my uncle into forking 500 bucks)<br /> so my mum did all this to make sure i studied in my study room.<br />she spent a lot of money redoing it, which is why i am now starting to take my mum's threat of marrying me off if i did not do fantastic for my PMR...<br /><br />and i'm here screaming "SHIT!!!! I ACTUALLY HAVE TO STUDY THIS TIME!!!"<br /><br />and speaking of my study room, my mum and grand dad just came back from ikea after dashing in and dashing out for 3hours.<br /><br /> today is sunday and my grandad came back from IKEA shocked thast it is packed so late in the afternoon... hehe, he still ahs a lot to learn about woman and IKEA.<br />men, they never learn. i remember him saying "alah, dah petang dah, semua org dah balik "<br />yeah right!<br /><br />so i now have no books to read, so one night my mum came into my room and caught me reading "in the fifth at Malory Towers" by Enid Blyton and laughed out loud or lol.<br />she apparently found it funny that a girl who has read the da vinci code, angel's and demon's, pride and prejudice, loves Trudi Canavan would be stuck reading Enid Blyton<br />yeah, HAHA very funny!<br /> thats the price you pay for having a nice studyroom and floor to almost ceiling book shelf...<br />no books... ironic no?<br /> as it is my mum promised a suficient decrease of my book intake and suficient increase in my tuition next year, i have no books to read this year.<br />Boo Hoo.<br /> oh yeah, i'm also gonna cut my hair short so i dont have to bother with it next year (its so bloody anoying) but i have yet to actually CUT it yet, i've been waiting 4 almost a month.. i waited 2 month for the first hair cut...<br />i wonder how long i have to wait for this one.<br />but i am absolutely determined to make my hair look as if Edward Scissorhand did a number on my hair. in order not to have any distractions next year...<br />yeah i know i know, i being a teen girl in the 21st century, should not want to look ugly.<br />but i have always been weird (its only called accentric if you're rich) other girls go shopping, i go camping on an island near Pinang. go figure.<br />anyway, i gotta go, my still amazed grandad, my grandma and my mum are contemplating wheter my granma's kuih bakar is basi or not, they asked me to sniff it and not suprisingly, i could not smell it due to my nose that is acting like a leaky pipe, unfortunately, my nose cant be fixed by twisting it with spanar. unfortunately.miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-14051529825000537642008-12-18T23:17:00.000-08:002008-12-19T02:00:26.567-08:00beauty beauty on the wall, who is the stupidest of them all?so i was stuck in Kajang (again) and (as usual) i watched tv and laughed.<br />i turned on WHI (wanita hari ini) and laughed... they have beauty products called "cintaku acne" ...<br />right, my love acne... perfect name for a cream designed to BANISH acne... go figure, them there are products like ass firmers.... what is it? the gym??? nope, its a cream that burns your tush when you put it on, then they have whitening powder for medium to dark skinned ppl who want white radiant skin, weird thing is, the colour of the powder itself is not for dark toned ppl... so you look like a theater actress!!! so before you become white you have to wear powder that looks like powder?<br /> i thought that when you wear make up you wanna look beautiful... not like the phantom of the opera?<br /> so then a bride segment came on and i found out that the trend for bride's nowdays is natural...<br />then i look at the models and i see an inch of powder on their face which is obviously whiter than thair necks, lips dat beat Mulan's wen she was gonna meet her matchmaker at the start of the film and cheeks that looked as if someone slapped them a thousand times over on each cheek?<br /> if that's natural, then all the rest of us must look like clowns!!!<br /><br /> anyway, i'm stuck in holiday blues...i'm bored i miss my friends!!!<br />ash,aazraa,faz,nani,alia,sucjita,denise,vanilla,nicole,harshiah,sue jinn,debs and the whole family!!!<br /> cnt wait to go back even through the teachers are badx10 and i have to meet the seniors... plus i dont know if i wanna try out for a school team next year, i'm thinking olahrga or chess, cnt decide.<br />and i'm thinking of going 4 club interact but my mum said no... i dont know why she wont give me a straight answer. so the other choice is malay Drama club... i dont mind the drama...its just the malay part dat bothers me. and the rest of hte choices are crap.<br />buh bye.miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-5253600808782475362008-12-10T16:18:00.001-08:002008-12-10T16:39:14.182-08:00finaly i have seen Twilightso i finally watched Twilight!!!<br />with my mum<br />yeah i know, sad, a waste of sweet movies i tell ya!!!<br /> but it was worth it, i finally managed to make my mum like a guy.<br /> but...<br />there is a problem<br /> this is what she said "ooohhh, one thing i know is that i am DEFINITELY marrying a Vampire"<br />yup, my mum has found what she likes, unfortunately, its the wrong species,state of well-being, and ...interests.<br /> my mum always said guys are only interested in one thing... yeah right!<br />i'm sure Vamps have the same... INTERESTS as everyone else (everyone else who drinks blood that is)<br /> so anyway,<br />we went to one utama to watch a movie, but we came back (being as female as we are) with a movie,5 photo albums,2 baking pans,1 jelly mold and a gift wrapper (i collect those) but only the ones with nice paterns.<br /> so, despite what it may seem, me and my mum ARE female.<br />talking about females, most of us mature faster than guys (yeah!!! you guys argue you are stronger than woman anatomicaly right? well, god created everything in balance, fe has he, black has white, good means theres evil, so if a guy is stronger than a female, the law of the universe proves that females are SMARTER than men, so thats why it is balanced).<br /> to prove it, my cousin (or cow sin as i think of them when they start being prats) has a friend (a girl) who's boyfriend is a girl... did i mention my cousin is eight years-old?<br /> yeah, i guess the guys couldn't catch up so the two girls decided to get CAUGHT UP in things they dont understand. my cousin has no idea about her friend's preferences (look, i dont mind gay people, in fact i love gay guys!!! and i go to an all girls school, which means i walk past lesbians without realizing it, and even if i do, i dont treat them any differently) i am just scared that my cousin will be one, i dont mind, but my grandma is 71 years-old. do the math.<br /><br />anyway i gotta go my facebook is calling (well thats the story anyway, i'm dry out of things to say)miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-39058011578870806042008-12-07T05:06:00.000-08:002008-12-07T05:32:27.926-08:00soffar sogoodlast Thursday, i went to see this movie entitled, 'los and faun'<br />an Afdlin Shauki film, and dead funny if you pay attention to detail.<br />Era Fazira cannot at but i guess she has to be all pretty there in order to carry out the role of a millionaire's wife. go figure.<br /> anyway,on the way back home from one utama, i was listening to the radio and David Archuleta's new song came on the radio, "a little to not over you" i think, was the title (i know that last sentence is a bit off in grammar, but i'm too lazy to do anything about it)<br /> the first thought that came to my head was, "wow! David really does mean what he sings, i mean, really, the first single he releases after cutely winning American Idol was crush, with the lyrics<br />"but i know this crush ain't going away iay iay iayeah" and true enough, it never did, all the way to his next single"<br /> but it looks like sometimes you should be careful what you sing, like the plain white t's for example, their first release had the lyrics "hey there Delilah whats it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you do", very sweet words, but then in their second release they sang "hate is a strong word, but i really really really dont like you, now that its over, i dont even know what i likes about you"<br /> well, i guess Delilah had to much fun in New York City.<br /><br />but, i know that's not true, Delilah is still with the lead singer of said band... but it makes you wonder... there is always the begining and an end to everything.<br />there is always a first time for everything, including what you say.<br /> take for example Donald Trump, i bet he really enjoyed the first time he said "you're FIRED"<br />but for him, the first time he said that, he enjoyed it so much, he never learned to stop saying it...<br />maybe THAT'S why he decided to have a show called The Apprentice, so he could go on saying those words without firing everyone who work for him.there's a thought.<br /><br /> so talking about thoughts, my mum and I went out somewhere and i left my purse under my pillow, cuz i wanted it away from the window in case anyone wanted to steal it (god knows who would! its not like i have money in there, in fact sometimes i wonder why the heck i have a wallet in the first place?) but since my mum always told me to practice being paranoid from a young age so i'll grow up to trust no one except my pet and a fluffy pillow.<br /> anyway, when i went out my mum told me she took my wallet (god also knows how she knew it was under there... what else does she know about me? uh oh, time to change the locks to my bedroom)<br /> and a verse of a song just popped into my head, here it is<br /><br />I hid my heart under a pillow<br />away from the wide open window<br />where unwanted stealing hands roam<br />i just wont let them<br />take my heart as their own<br /><br /><br />i honestly do NOT know where that verse came from, yet another thing god knows and i dont<br />its begining to anoy me.miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-45501244699361657072008-12-05T17:21:00.000-08:002008-12-05T02:16:03.150-08:001 more stupid pix and more stories of boredom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aORujCi6huU/SRzXcmMar6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/iMq2x2AI3M0/s1600-h/IMG_3024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aORujCi6huU/SRzXcmMar6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/iMq2x2AI3M0/s320/IMG_3024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268322550405574562" border="0" />above,from left fiona,demonstrating the art of the full mouth,then debra trying to look scary but came out looking handsome,ash,the granny...i dont know what she's doing,then revathi,the only one who did NOT put on a funny face... then last but not least...well,least positive thinking is Nicole...doing her Jap Anime face.cute huh?</a><br /><br />hey so i am finally back (to those of you who actually noticed my absence) and i to those who did NOT notice my absence now know that i WAS actually absent.<br /> anyway, over the last week and a half, nothing new really came up...except maybe a few weird ideas and thoughts.... here are some<br /><br />society makes a point of lying to each other... for example... have you ever noticed a "FRESH!!" sign on a box of dried raisins?<br /> i mean come on! they are dried and preserved in a box for god knows how long!!!!<br />jeez, we're not THAT dumb....or are we.... i for one actually BOUGHT that box of 'FRESH' dried raisins....hhhmmmm, makes you wonder.<br /><br /><br />so i was watching the video for the song "dangerous" by cardinal official and Akon and noticed the bootylicious (yes,that word is actually a word...Beonce invented it and it went to the dictionary) model in the video....then i started to think about the stereotype model and realized that the universal idea of beauty (according to MTV anyway) is a big ass, big boobs,big hair and small everything else.... including brain.<br /><br /><br />to live your own life<br />and not to influence your life apon something<br />someone else has written<br />is to write your own story instead of taking another's<br />story and make it your own version<br />that is the difference between Harry Potter<br />and Barry Trotter<br /><br />i wonder if those students crying about miss Woon (on our last day of school)<br />were crying because they were so happy to finaly se her non existent backside (like mine)<br />getting left behind in afternoon session while we accend up towards morning session...<br />or they were crying because they realized miss Woon ain't staying behind but actually straping a floatation device onto our boat and following us up to morning...i stll wonder...<br /><br /><br />those were my random thoughts over the last week, there were other mixed up situations like last saturday when i reserved a book at MPH and when my mum picked it up, my name had somehow become "Meera" with my mum's phone number as the contact number... or when my grandmum said she enjoyed drinking goodyear (the tyre) instead of goodday (they milk)...<br /><br />oh! and today when she cium my hand instead of me her's... for those non-malays out there who are reading my blog, in Malay culture an younger person is supposed to kiss/salam an older person's hand as a sign of respect.... so obviously my grandmum kissing my hand made me feel old.... does not help that i tower over my friends..well most of them.... like when i bumbep into an old friend at one utama last saturday the first thing she said to me was "eh! Mia!!!" followed by "tinggi nye you ni" which is another way of saying, you are to tall and never gonna find a husband in Malaysia due to the fact that most of the guys here are midgets....compared to me at least... then again... why would i wanna marry now anyway? i have barelly started my life to have it taken away by marriage...duh!<br /><br />okay, enough blabbing, i gotta go and download some suicidal songs that my aunt wrote down and that i actually like....despite having been a cheerleader and a bookworm. rock songs...well...rock!<br />k ciau.miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-77145930246607821782008-11-19T21:19:00.000-08:002008-11-19T22:00:10.492-08:00i got tagged1.do you believe in eternal love?<br />no, i do not, because we do not live for till' the end of time, and if we did, what is the point of loving?<br /><br />2.do you ever think to much?<br /> me, all the time, but sometimes i can say things without thinking...just goes to show i think about more stuff than just what to say next.<br /><br />3.what was the most craziest thing you have done?<br /> i don't remember... i don't think the things i do are crazy... but my friends do so ask them.<br /><br />4. what do you see yourself becoming?<br /> i don't know why but i can't see that far yet, but i know what i wanna be, i wanna be someone who is crazy,funny,smart,accomplished, unpredictable,creative,fun and loving, i still have to work on the last part.<br /><br />5. who are the 3 most hated people or type of people!<br />-people who pretend they are someone else<br />-people who are close-minded and bitchy<br />-those hurt me,make me feel stupid about myself and don't care that they have... but i love those people to, for making me stronger... you know, like that Christina Argulera song... "make me worth a little bit harder,makes me that much smarter, so thanks for making me a Fighter" or something like that<br /><br />6.what was the most stupidest thing you have ever done?<br />when i was younger, i skipped a classes with my friend...when we got caught, we lied and said my friend's mother took us out of the school....when really we were only hiding in the empty classrooms on the third floor of the school, we got in more trouble then if we had told the truth...<br />that is one of the most stupidest things i've done....i cant remember the rest.<br /><br />7.what is your biggest fear?<br /> a friendship with a good friend turned sour and losing my i-pod<br /><br />8.fav drink from starbucks.<br /> any form of Frappucino...ice-blended<br /><br />9.do you find it hard to let go?<br /> of friendships and stuff like that.....yeah.<br /><br />10.what do you value most in your life?<br /> so far as my life has gone, i value friendships most,that and love...love for my i-pod,love for my fat cat (aazraa),love for my ash,love for my mum... you get the point.<br /><br />11.5 things you cannot live with out.<br /><br />-my music<br />-my books<br />-my oxygen<br />-my friends and future boyfriends<br />-my family<br />in no particular order<br /><br />12.do you have self confidence?<br />yes and no,i have enough confidence to speak in front of a large crowd,to dance and to act. i have enough confidence to wear a bikini,to speak my mind,to do crazy things and to tell people things straight to their face... but i do not have confidence to speak to a MALAY guy for the first 30 minutes... i say 1 word,they reply half a word....i tried!<br /><br />13.do you depend in makeup?<br />er...no, i hardly wear any, unless i have to dance or perform on stage, that to i let Aliya do my make-up...and Fuzzy<br /><br />14.do you care what people think of you?<br /> do i sound like someone who cares what the general public thinks about me?<br />no right?<br />but i do care of what those close to me think of me because those are the people that matter, those who don't know me can stuff themselves.<br /><br />15. 10 things you want in your man<br />-funny<br />-smart<br />-not egoistic<br />-does not wear to much jewelry or hair gel<br />-not afraid to say what he means<br />-someone who is not afraid to admit that he is wrong<br />-someone who is open-minded<br />-a guy that cares what i think<br />-a sweet guy who is romantic but not soapy<br />-a guy who is taller than me and does not care what people think of him nor me<br /><br /><br />okay, take one question from the selection above on your blog and add your own, then tag your friends and notify them by leaving a comment on their blog sayin "you've been tagged" or something along those lines.<br /><br />here are the people i've tagged<br />-ash<br />-fuzzy<br />-marineko<br />-sushi girl<br />-don sarcasma<br />-ma fong<br />-debramiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-64786238404637675652008-11-12T17:13:00.000-08:002008-11-12T19:03:26.830-08:00my overdue last day news and 'DATUK' Shah Rukh Khan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aORujCi6huU/SRuYey1GWhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_VKWxC9zRPs/s1600-h/IMG_3017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aORujCi6huU/SRuYey1GWhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_VKWxC9zRPs/s320/IMG_3017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267971843947911698" border="0" /></a>aazraa, oh no!!!!!! sushi went out of buisiness how will i ever LIVE!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aORujCi6huU/SRuUrn4-KWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-J1xCGeyobg/s1600-h/IMG_3014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aORujCi6huU/SRuUrn4-KWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/-J1xCGeyobg/s320/IMG_3014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267967666303150434" border="0" />the gang. aazraa aka fat cat is the one who looks like she is holding her breath cuz of the stink...that ash aka granny gave out...on ash's right is alia doing the middle finger to those who think Alam is gay... which means me and the gang... then there is me, pretending i have no idea who these weirdos are... behind me is fuzzy,looking sweet without realizing it...as usual, and at the top is nani...giving Sheikh Mussafar a good run for his money as she stares in to space...</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aORujCi6huU/SRuJoTEBGNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AVz998c93J0/s1600-h/IMG_2988.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aORujCi6huU/SRuJoTEBGNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/AVz998c93J0/s320/IMG_2988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267955514544822482" border="0" />nicole on left then sucjita...pronounced su.ji.ta and then fuzzy grimancing at the rock songs on the MP3.....well, her name IS fuzzy!</a><br />okay, so they decided to give SRK Datukship...<br />right, so it took Nicole David to win the squash #1 in the world title twice, to get Datukship and it took a few hair flips from SRK to get his???<br />the Economy must be really bad for the price of Datukship to be so low.<br />SRK is not even a Malaysian?!<br />oh well never mind.<br />so last tuesday was my last day in school... here are some pix......er.... they are up above. as you have noticedmiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-679665798641117442008-11-09T17:23:00.000-08:002008-11-09T18:09:24.851-08:00OBAMA and tarot kitsso OBAMA won!!! i'm still happy, even if it has been what? a 5-7 days?<br />but then at least i knew that he won when he did...<br /> so last Friday i was talking to my friends Dian about stuff when she suddenly proclaimed that she was tired, putting her chin down on the cafeteria's old wooden table (i'm not sure how old, but the school is around 110 years old,so the tables must be PRETTY old, i think they maybe older than my grandparents) with her hands flat down... then immediately her hands and chin shot out in the air and she said proudly and penuh semangatly said that "OBAMA ROCKS!!!" as she had put it,her face a mask of OBAMA rockiness. i was happy to discuss it because i have been following the Election (not that i have a choice, my mum forces me to watch CNN every other night,so i was forced to endure Sarah Palin's comments about the "real America",apparently New York is the fake America that just so happens to be one of the richest cities ever...so real America is poor? Sarah Palin seems to think so) so i looked up, full of joy! saying "yeah! i'm so glad that he won the Election!!!" and Dian turned to me with a Blur look on her face,she looked at me confused and asked.... he won ah?!<br /> i said..."yuh"<br /> dian was like "oh"<br />and we both endded up laughing and when we stopped she looked at me and asked in a serious voice, "so Hillary Clinton lost lah?"<br /> that made me laugh even harder,shaking the table (which i was worried would collapse...you know being so old and all).<br />i said yes she did...months ago... now McCain lost..<br />and of course...she did not know who McCain was.<br />not that i blame her of course.<br /><br /> okay, about the tarot kit, i have always wanted to learn about tarot card reading and so i always wanted to buy a set so i could learn... this was three years ago, i kept asking my mum for one, she said no cuz its stupid... coming from a lady who owns a copy of Linda Goodman's love signs (a book that predicts love based on horoscopes) is quite rich (dumb and unfair) so lately i have saved money for some reason...or no reason other than to just save money... so the week before i was in kinokuniya and saw a shelf filled with tarot card... so my mum wont buy me a set...but i have the money, so you can guess what i did. i would buy it behind her back (hey i was really curious) but the main problem was how to smuggle it out of the store after i bought it... i wanted to buy a kit and those things are big.. well big enough to be noticed by my mum in my bag.... so i needed a bigger bag... but how do i carry one of those without raising my mum's suspicion to what may be in it?<br /> she gave me the answer (unknowingly) she propossed we go jogging at the park near KLCC... sure!!! perfect!, because i have this high sierra mini hiking bag... i mean mini, its half the size of the school bag but designed as such that it can fit the same load. i brought that along, but left it in the car as my mum said we would come back to fetch her purse cuz she's too lazy to carry it in her fanny pack. so we jogged (me waiting for my mum every 100m as she refuses to let me out of her sight) and we ate breakfast at Domes...she did not suspect anything. so then we ate and then went up to kinokuniya and waited for it to open (it opens at 10am) so we waited and my mum asked me to take pictures of her to put in her blog...she made me take them again due to the fact that i'm horrible at taking pictures... and the fact that i could not wait to buy my tarot set (who am i kidding? i'm horrible at taking pictures) so it finaly opened and sincxe before at Dome's i asked my mum to look for a book titled "free software fo dummies" since i cant remember where it was and she was the best person to look for it cuz she has photographic memory... she fell for it and looked for it..while i sneaked off to the tarot card section and picked one (the cheapest one that just so hapens to be a tarot kit for teens and it cost me RM 74.76 which is the cheapest) and hurried to the counter to pay... my mum could be anywhere (even if she is looking for the book in another section, she might decide just to ask the info counter which is near the counter i was paying for the kit at...but at the same time i cant pay at the other counter cuz thats where the book was... yes i knew where the book was...smart ay?) so i hurried and i probably looked a little hurried... like a James Bond with out the "shaken" martini, or the girl to womanize. so i paid and pretended nothing hapened... we bought books (as usual) and headed home (after having lunck with aunty sonia) so i asked the tarot card questions and it said that in the past and present my love life sucked, and in the future there would be roadblocks and i'll have to let go and if i do i'll be happy... the present card was the king of cups in reverse position... which means there is a selfish egoistical guy in my life... i dont know if in reality it is true... but from my friends foint of veiw... HELL the guy in my life is egoistical...from my friends point of veiw...did i mention they hate this man which is supposedly in my life? (those of you on the inside will know what i mean) and ash, when you comment dont write his name...miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-40465581876625804482008-11-06T17:17:00.001-08:002008-11-06T17:38:43.120-08:00toned down twisterso the plan was that today, our class was supposed to play twister for PJ, hmm, no such thing, i found out yesterday that pn lalita banned it...why? because the day b4 that nicole brought the Twister game to school and a couple or ex-prefects did the Twist. so the teachers apon seeing the kids having so much fun with twisting and streatching, decided to ban the game, i've already told off Nicole... yesterday (i did not come the day b4) but i think we can still bring it 4 PJ cuz its counted as a sports game (or an advanced streaching exercise), plus my PJ teacher said yes, and so we are still playing Twister for PJ, so it came around into a full circle...thank god its for the better.<br /> <br /> so the reason i did not come the day that Twister got banned was cuz i was visiting a near death aunt...was because she is now dead. she died yesterday at 1pm...exactly when visiting hours start...<br />she had liver failure,she could not breath, the anzymes and minerals in her body were unbalanced and she died of auto-immune (her body attacked itself)<br /> i attended her funeral last night, but i did not cry, frankly i did not know her that well, and when i visited her the night before her funeral night, i knew that she had slim chances to live, so i sorta prepared myself... and so did the family, but that did not stop them from crying...<br /> unto lighter things, this morning my mum caught me wearing her white strapless simease (i think thats how you spell it, but in other words simease means singlet without the straps) great, we were already late and she was already in a shitty pie mood,and she noticed the simease...<br /> its not my fault!!! mine were dirty and the ones that i washed over the weekend went missing!!!<br />and i was going to give her back (but not tell her cuz she'll say no and i'll end up wearing a shitty pie dirty simease) i wish i could wear my pinafore but i am malay and its friday...plus there is agama today so i have to wear my baju kurung (in our school come agama time we are all FORCED to wear tudung) so i cant exactly wear a tudung over a pinafore... i have done so before and i discovered that most ustazas enjoy making fun of students and enjoy humiliating them... i think the word is sadist..or is it masochist? it sure as shitty pie ain't optimist (is that how you spell it?)<br /> anywho, the point is i hate my agama teacher this year... at least last year the teacher was nice and actually teach us something, this one just gives us notes to do...miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-41371465322799285362008-11-04T17:21:00.000-08:002008-11-04T17:36:33.845-08:00jealousyjealousy... hhhmmmm, i bet you all know what it feels like, that twisting bitter feeling in your gut, the feeling that makes you feel like tearing the person you are jealous of into tiny little pieces to be tossed to the dogs.<br /> i do, but i try not to let it influence my actions towards a person. i know that jealousy is bad but is there any possibilities that maybe it might come in useful?<br /> think about it, we have this particular emotion, what do we do with it?<br /> some use it as a tool for revenge,some become a tool of revenge but don't even realize it, some ignore it and some simply show it to the world without shame.....<br /> like my friend in school, she got all A's and yet she still beats herself up (mentally) because someone else has higher marks than she has... she feels jealous of the person and uses it as a tool to actually do better, i have another friend who is jealous of other people's friendship and tries to steal friends away to attract attention, one might also be jealous of a friend of coupling with an ex-boyfriend and that jealousy parts their friendship and lay waste to their once golden friendship...then the best friend found out why her friends broke up with the her ex and the two friends be friends once again...<br /> but why are some people more prone to feel jealousy than others?<br />is it genetic?<br />is it upbringing?<br />is it something to do with your horoscope?<br />or is it a mixture if 2 or more of these elements?<br />and should we use this jealousy to gain? or do we ignore it and be jealous free?<br />or both? depending on the situation?<br />i have no idea why i'm writing this down in the first place!<br />jeez now you know how nuts i really am!<br />k.bye...miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-27380133903958660982008-11-03T17:05:00.000-08:002008-11-03T17:21:25.239-08:00Prefects day ...this yearso, this years prefects day started off with a puff, but ended with a scream...literally.<br />first came the performance from the prefects.... in my opinion, only Mei Jen's piano piece was good amongst them, then came the solo freestyle dance competition, they needed 2 form 1ns and 2 form 2s for it, sonia n needia went up, but it was supposed to be me or Ash on account of the front of the 2N & 2A classes were cheering for me and Nani, who was on the stage suggested someone from black rose to come up, Ash, she did not one to, because she could not pick the song, if she has to do a solo, forget it! its either 2 of black rose, all of em' or none at all!<br /> thats the same reason i did not go up, i do not want to be stuck dancing to some crap like...well some crap!<br /> anyway, Black Rose wanted an open floor, so we went up the stage and requested for one, Nani was like, FINE!!! and opened the floor.<br /> the Black Rose danced together to some of the songs... others were boaring...but when "so what" by pink played... we all started jumping and singing "nananananana we're all gonna get in a fight!!!" and we all jumped and sang and danced, when miss Woon came up to tell up that open floor time was over we protested, but no.... we could not.<br /> so after jumping and all we went out of the hall to class dancing an after jig when a solemn voice came up on loud speaker saying "pelajar pelajar, sila masuk dewan dan beratur dengan segera" we ignored them and went on until the third call, to which i looked at Ash in a mid-jig and went "pffttt" and went back to the hall to line up in an orderly line and took orders from papan (we call ms Woon that cuz she is really, really,really thin...she's thinner than me) in a hall only a few minutes ago was filled with the sounds of "we're all gonna get in a fight"<br /> true enough, we did, but ms Woon was fighting an always losing battle.<br />imagine, she told us to keep quiet when we were cheering for the prefects.... what does she expect one clap per student? go figure.miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-57510758794368251102008-11-02T18:10:00.001-08:002008-11-02T18:30:08.181-08:00end of the yearso the form 3s has had their PMR, signaling my turn to not have a life.<br />but so what?! the last two weeks at CBN are all planned out! this week is the netball tournament!!! today (monday) is the prefect's day, we have all the prefects performing, its supposed to be a surprise but since its today and all the senior prefects are in school, there's no hgarm, the reason to which i know this is because alia, who choreographed our black rose dance came teacher's day... did it again with the junior prefects dance... black rose was supposed to help so i was there... but i dont think i helped that much... ash helped with the smiles, nani helped with the teachings and i did...but very little, alia helped with the steps and me and ash did a free style dance in front of the prefects.... junior and the senior... the only reason they paid attention and started dancing was when ash fake smacked my butt...HEY!!! its an all girls school and i and ash are good friend. dont call me a les either!<br /> anyway this wednesday i gotta go to the public speaking thing... they filmed us on thursday and friday speaking and acting... a good public speaker must master 3 things and do them congruently, they are visual,vocal and verbal... so we worked on the vocal/verbal for the first day and worked on the visual on the 2nd... visual is what you see, the facial expression, the hand gestures and such... so on the 2nd day, the teacher made us do some ridiculous actions to essentuate (is that how you spell it?) the story line... i had to act like tarzan... loincloth and all. and the other half of the froup had to act like the hungry giant from "jack and the bean stock" fee, fi,fo,fum and all... so you can imagine how ambarassing the tape would be... so we are all turning up on wednesday in the pink dorm to laugh at ourselves and each other, or at least i am... most wont even turn up due to ambarassement... the one thing i am immune to.... well, in most casses...<br /> next week, we are gonna play twister on PJK, i'm the AJK so i get to organise it.... other than that, next week we are going to prank a teacher into opening the drawer in their teacher's desk in our class to reveal the (probably) 20-year-old dead rat... i'm not kidding!!! there is a real (real dead) rat in that desk... complete with cobwebs in its hollowed belly... hmmm... mayb we'll prank en ruzailan....or en. azra.....maybe the PJK teacher.... hehehe, the posibilities are endless!!!!miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-24275187950926406192008-10-30T17:42:00.000-07:002008-10-30T18:14:07.937-07:00bulliesI'm at the library of my mum's morning work place at BANK NEGARA.<br /> it was a normal day albeit a very cheerful one. I went up to the M floor (i have yet to find out what M stands for and probably another week to spell it correctly) to put my stuff down at my mums office before coming down to the Ground floor to the cafe, in order to buy myself some breakfast.<br /> after all this, i went up to M and took my stuff and headed towards floor 1 to the library, when the lift came, it was reasonably crowded so i frowned... then a voice from behind the lift said "don't worry you can fit in"<br /> and when i was in another voice replied to the first one i cant really remember because i was so angry at what she said... but it was something like "but it must be hard,with that fatty in front there" and they laughed like the bitches they ARE. i looked to my right and there was the said lady, she looked at me so sad, almost crying and said "sorry" i looked at her as best as i could (she did not look me in the eye) i said "its okay" by this time the doors were already open and at my floor...<br />i regret to say that i got out... it was so fast and i really only got terribly angry a few steps out, thats when i looked back and saw the door half closed...<br /> i was so pissed that i banged my card onto the sensor in front of the library door. i am angry at myself for not doing anything about it, bullies like that deserve to be stood up to due to the fact that when you do, they start sobbing because the only reason that they act like byatches is because they feel bad about themselves and put other people down because of it.<br /> the lady was so sad, but she should not be... she is smart (she works in Bank Negara), she is kind and she should know that she cannot allow herself to be bullied just because of her weight!!!! and those WOMAN who humiliate her, i pity you, someone like you must not have much of a life if you are busy sticking your nose into other people's buisiness, i do not CARE that you work in Bank Negara! brains is no use if you are going to waste it away on remembering and nosing into other people's life and i dont CARE that i am just a school girl at least I live my OWN life without bothering others who have not done anything to bother you!<br /> and to any of you Bank Negara workers who read this, please tell your friends in office to read this and them to tell their friends to read this...<br /> there is a bully amongst you ruining anothers life with insecurities, i'm sure you all are busy, but please try...miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2824692644244412426.post-4712707666061839542008-09-17T19:47:00.000-07:002008-10-30T18:28:58.996-07:00i've house bunnied a lizard!!!!i have turns a normal green lizaed (cicak) pink!!!<br />do you wanna know how???<br />well, to tell you the truth what i did was not that great, this was how it hapened...<br /><br />last monday when i was breaking fast, we made a jug full of air bandung and by the end of the night there was only a small portion left. so i was so tired that i just left the bandung there instead of stuffing it into our fridge. so the nest night, we bought sugar cane juice instead and needed a jug to pour it in. so i took the bandung jug down stairs and poured the contents into the sink and along with the pink bandung came a pink cicak!!!<br /> its head was green and its body stained pink. i called my mum who laughed. i've got a few pic but they are in my mum's phone and my mum is to lazy to re install the nokia thing on our new laptop (our old one went pop) so i guess i'll put the pics in when we get the time to re-install it.<br /> but what i found most ammusing was that looking at the pink lizard, i remembered my friend faz. she absolutely loves pink and is obsessed by it... at the same time she is also terribly afraid of lizards... she once pured an intire bottle of clorox onto her feet to kill a lizard perched there (poor lizard) so i really wondered what would be her reaction when she saw her most loved thing and her most feared thing combined.<br /> yesterday i did and all that came up was<br />"ew" which was her only comment...hhhrrrmmmpppphhhh<br />after all the pics, all she can say is "ew"....typical<br />anyway capoiera's b'day just passed...it was yesterday. i wished despite formerly being absolutely furious at him for the carnival incident....er...i'm not gonna tell about that again, you can read my previous post from august if you wanna... but keep in mind the jerk is forgiven.<br /> i told my mum and she was like "hah! there you go" she's smug cause she thought the whole quarel is dumb... i dont really think it was, well, not completely dumb at least.<br /> kay,i gotta go b4 my mum comes. ciau!!!miahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16547537442461376681noreply@blogger.com5