Far Out

Changed the font at 2 in the morn so that it looks like their website's font.
I know this borders on lunacy (:

I think I wrote somewhere in one of my previous entries about not being able to wait for Sunday? Ha, Sunday's come and gone and I'm glad it didn't tarry.

The volunteer event on Sunday was a bit of a bitch. Ok lah, maybe not the event itself but some of the people who were present for it.
Applause is due 'cause I handled the occasional trying periods with much cool-headedness and a sense of poise and rationality that's not very common, ya know?

Of course, there were some slip-ups like
"Shit. Crap. Aww screw it, excuse me but fuck lah, I lost that guy's I/C!" or
"Eeeewww he looked like this 5 years back and now he's like this? BWA-HAHAHAHAH!" or
even "Heheh what were his parents thinking of when they named him?"
(digression : his name was sth like "Buang bin Sampah" which, in Malay, literally means "Throw bin Garbage" No offence, but Godforbid should I name my son that)
but of course I didn't say those kinda things out loud, their larger than life companions were sure to sit on me and squash me out like things that are/supposed to be squashed.

Anyway, the part where I lost some guy's I/C gave me such a scare, I'm sure I could have had a fit or a series of spasm or something like that if I had pertinent health problems.
This huge man came up to the registration counter and told me he forgot to collect his I/C after filling up some forms so he came back to redeem it.
I replied, "Sure, I have it here somewhere, just hang on a sec" but 10 mins later, the damn card was yet to be found. Naturally, I got so kancheong, I think I almost made the other peeps who were registering and surrendering their I/Cs to us a lil scared.

To make matters worse, the guy's wife (also a chubby tubby herself but I daresay she's slightly bigger than her hubby but I can't be too sure - maybe she's just very very VERY pregnant) started scowling at me and my cuz and paced around quite a lot (which made ME scowl 'cause heaving all that weight around took up a lot of space and was causing a lot of inconvenience to the people present there)
and she also dropped less than subtle hints about the replacement I/C costing $100.
Fortunately, the card was recovered in due time. I wouldn't have known where to get 100 bucks within that span of time, otherwise.

And there was another wee problem (but this time it didn't lie with me!).
So this man registered for the anti-smoking challenge thingy and procedure calls for I/C and $3 registration fee that all participants must produce at the registration counter. The guy fished out his I/C but sheepishly said that he didn't have $3 on him as he didn't know there was a registration fee in the first place.
My senior then said that she'll close one eye for his case, and waive his fee. The guy's face brightened up and he continued with filling up his forms.
Not long after, he sauntered to my counter again and sought for clarifications. "So this thing starts at 10 and will only end at 4.30pm ah? Wah... So looooong..."
Then came the biggie - "Got free meal anot?"

You piece of toooooooooooot.

The rest of the time went by without any significant glitches that it got dead boring.
Took some shots, most of 'em were pretty dumb.
Uploads later, most prolly.

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Gave Shar Ian's poster cum very very belated b'day card (sorry babe!) today.
Got a blessed preview of MUSE at the same time too.
SCREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAMMMM!!!

Went to TCB with Shyqah (the cuz) to give our passport photos and collect our allowance from Kak Erd. Before that, I had to wait for Shyqah for 30 mins la - tardiness must run in the family. Wanted to be pissed at her, but I made her wait that long before, so I guess this must be what you call karma :/

Will be going to the Night Safari with the cousins on 3rd Feb, hopefully! :D

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Headed for town after going to the Clubilya office. Had a late lunch at Delifrance at Paragon where I bumped into one of my seniors from sec sch. Together, our incessant babbles made quite a riot, and one of her colleagues told her to "stop bothering the customer" LOL.
Went to M&S to get some chocs and just a wee bit of shopping - yet another reason to be happeeeee. (:

Got out of Paragon to head for Kino. At the traffic light, I bumped into Yvee (or maybe the other way round, I think she saw me first). I mean, who wouldn't...? I was in the fucking fugly school uniform, I looked like such a tard. I swear I could have blushed black there and then la, it was sooooooooooooo paiseh to be caught in sch uni in town. (I had no choice, I was pressed for time! GAHHH) On a Friday, no less! Yvee was laughing - I suspect it was because she was in a cute outfit with her boy by her side while I was in prison garb while my cuz was dressed just nice for a laidback Friday afternoon.

Intended to browse some stuff at Ralph Lauren, but the uni made it almost impossible for me to even consider stepping inside the store.
Why oh why did I go to town in sch uni, why oh why?
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I hate commuting on the MRT during peak hours.
There should be a fine imposed on people who stink.
Or better still, people with B.O shouldn't be allowed on the train.
I was caught between a woman (who stank a wee bit) and
a Caucasian guy (who stank quite a lot 'cause his armpits were being ventilated hehe... eeewww)

I must have went home smelling like them so I stayed away from other passengers on the bus home and headed straight for the bathroom to scrub, soap and deodorise, deodorise and DEODORISE.
One can never deodorise enough.

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I can make the golden child happier.
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment, I am happy.

I missed watching MUSE perform live.
So did he, and she.
He's a dickhead.
She's a dickhead.
I'm a dickhead.

We're all dickheads.

(But he's the biggest one, he had the moolah.
Noble act, forgoing the concert together, but quite uncalled for.
You could have gotten autographs for us, you wanker!)

Went for lunch at JP yesterday with Eunice, Sharlene, Hajar, Germaine, Xinyi, Isabelle, Josephine and Vithiya, simply because we couldn't take school food no more - Canteen grub just sucks big time. It felt good to be eating while chatting nonsense with the girls, from prejudice against B.A.---- to whatnot. Xinyi seemed a little off though, but maybe she was just tired out from OGL duties. The Shar and I had to leave earlier though, we had a really really really ridiculously important appointment at Kino!

When we reached Ngee Ann City, we headed straight to the toilet even though the mags were calling out to us. Guess Nature calls louder, haha. On the way to and from the loo, we passed by the various boutiques there and suddenly talked about prom dresses for some reason. All the talk of prom made me just want to get the A levels done and over with, I just bloody can't wait for the end of this year. Already, school is a drag in January.

Anywayyyy after that, the Shar and I stormed Kino in search for the precious Kerrang! issue that features the sexiest men in rock, hoho... I could swear she almost hyperventilated, as though she couldn't breathe when she saw that poster of Ian. This girl is already on obsession level 3245205, for sure. I, on the other hand, chanced upon this poster mag which featured Panic! and Jensen Ackles. Didn't buy it though, 'cause the posters don't do them justice!

I think I caught the 'fickle-minded' disease from Eunice. I took ages to choose a pen, and then a pen colour, then notebook brand, and then trying to decide if I should get some stationery for the sister too. Sharlene got bored and yawned for like every minute and a half, though she insisted that she yawns a lot in airconditioned places. I don't recall her yawning that frequently during lectures and tutorials though. Hm.

Stopped by Topshop and left with some free postcards, of which one of them featured our school logo! Shall scan them sooooooon, perhaps.

So after going to Borders where we checked out yet even more magazines, we went home. Made spastic faces at this cute little boy, who attempted funny expressions in response to our bored asininity. GOO GOO GAH GAH - Shar's exit point numero uno from Lit lecture.

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Eunice wants more episodes of "Ask Uncle Watkins". Up for that, Missus Wat-sisname?

Volunteers are a nuisance, but only the MRT/bus interchange type that swoop in on you effortlessly, even though you go to lengths to avoid them.

The "Hi, this won't take much of your time" type.
More specifically, the ones that go "I just need 30 seconds of your time". (this line was used on Eunice and myself just this afternoon)

Liar.

The volunteer took up more than 3 minutes of our time!

Aaaaanyway, story goes somewhat like this -

Farhana (me!) : The older bro is the hot one!...cult anime... Jensen Ackles!

(Eunice nods politely all the while, methinks she's trying not to look bored. I like yu-nees-se!)

Both of us get off the bus, chatting away with some laughs in between and head for the control station so that Eunice can top up her concession pass.

Short volunteer girl : Hi! We just want to ask you a few questions, this will only take 30 seconds. *really big grin* (We should have seen it as a sign)

Tall volunteer who seems to be a mute Malay boy : *mouths something to us*

Eunice : Whaaaat?

Girl : I'll handle this. First, let me ask you a few questions.

Me : Uh... okay, sure.

Girl : Are you friends?

Me and Eunice just looked at each other. We probably had the same thought at the time -
Whaaaaaat...

Me : Nope.

Girl : Ahaha! (such an affected laughter. I don't think she found us funny)
We are a group of volunteers from...blablabla...

Methinks : Shit.

Girl : blablabla... Did you know that these poor kids live on $10 a month? Do you think you're able to survive on $10 a month?

Eunice and myself : No... (thinking about the $10 class fund we had to pay last week, it's just quite unheard of, lah)

Girl : Well, these kids live on 30cents a day... blablabla... With just $4, you can help them to... With $8, they can... With $10!...

Me : Uhhh... (looks at Eunice) We'll take the $2 one.

Girl : Oh, okay. (I swear she looked really disappointed at wasting gallons of saliva and whoknows how many breaths of air talking to us.)

In the meantime, the boy whom I thought was a Malay mute tried to strike up an audible, friendly conversation with Eunice.

In Mandarin.

Boy : Are you from Westwood Sec? You look like you're in sec 2.

Eunice : No! I'm from JJC. Year 2.

Haha, you should have seen the flabbergasted look on Eunice's face! Priceless.

And that was part of our day.


ps. I was kinda taken aback that the boy thought we were from Westwood. Yeah, I know. Commomwealthian superiority rearing its arrogant, pompous arse. Can't help it.

I spent a good part of my afternoon exchanging lame jokes with Dina, the junior I had and still have the most fun with without taking my clothes off (haha i'm being pun-ny again).

This must be what girls do when they're bored.

No, wait.

When girls are bored, they create an alternate reality where they live with their most gorgeous and absobloodylutely fudging hot husbands who are in the music industry. This pair of husbands sometimes exchange bad jokes, hoodies, hair cream, but never wives.
*I wish.

Anywayyy, lame jokes were shared and she even let on about her parents' love letters when they were in the courtship stage. Darn, I miss that girl and our chats on our way home from school and higher mt.

#1
Dina says:
want to hear to short jokes and one long joke i learnt yesterday?

farhana likes boys who'll be pretty for money says:
sure

Dina says:
well, you have no choice arh right..

Dina says:
joke, joke, joooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooke!

#2
Dina says:
a vampire went to god to ask for reincarnation into a creature loved by humans. he has an angel in mind and he wanted wings and to be as pure and white as snow. however he confessed that he still loved blood. god granted his wish and turned him into a sanitary pad.

More lame jokes the next time I can't find something to blog about, besides homework.
Who blogs about homework, anyway?

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*My subconscious is lying! I have no desire for the pistols piercing eyes hot Welsh accent dippy eggs! Yeah, none at all. Of that, I'm sure.

Shit.

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School hours are shorter now = More time to sleep at home
Hoorah!

Speaking of school, how come my school didn't make us go for class photo shoots last year?
Blardy useless school, lah.

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Getting my allowance for the sessions soon enough.
Will be $10 richer.
Paltry, you say? Not at all.
Volunteers aren't supposed to get money for volunteering anyway.
I'm a paid volunteer!

Eh, Sharlene! Are you gonna buy Kerrrang? I wanna buy Rock Sound already, that Kino lady said the shipment will arrive somewhere around this week. Woohoohoo!

I wonder how often Mr Dore goes back to England. The mags there are so much more triff than the ones here.

Yeeeeehaw!

Finally, man. During my previous attempts, Blogger wouldn't load the dashboard page and I couldn't publish anything, sheesh.

So the New Year's here again and I've made different lists for different things I want to see being realised this coming year.

Wishes to/for

1. Dye my hair
2. That red iPod where its purchase will help in the fight against AIDS
3. Get decent grades for PW and MT
4. A credit card so that I can purchase stuff that can only be found online like that
5. bagaboo bag
6. Panic! At The Disco boxset
7. Exclusive singles that can only be found on iTunes like P!ATD's acoustic EP
8. Mr Shankar as GP teacher
9. Since we're on this already, let's have a replacement for Math too
10. Oh oh and a decent Geography tutor!
11. Please.
12. Boxers
13. The new album by Panic! At The Disco which will be released this year, hopefully
14. The last installment in the Harry Potter series ("YES, like finally!" and "Shit noooooo... NO MORE POTTER!)
15. Brendon Urie
16. More Brendon
17. Heck, Brendon all year round!
18. And maybe a life-size Brendon doll, which prolly is shorter than Shar's Ian doll (awww shucks) BUT will come equipped with life-like features which the Ian doll lacks HA HA HAH! (and a barely audible "Heh heh, my nights will never be the same again!")

*More details on 18, please refer below.

New Year's Resolutions!

1. Pluck up the courage to wear a dress
2. To actually wear the dress outside of the house
3. Not to lose any of my stationery
4. Not to lose my sanity during critical moments (mugging with Mira and sending/fetching Kika to/from childcare)
5. Complete every piece of important homework (Econs and maybe Geog/Lit, depending on mood)
6. Get to reading all the Chuck Palahniuk books I haven't read already
7. Prove to people who would listen that lying is NOT the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off and that you can catch tomorrow, provided that you have good shoes which, contrary to popular belief, will save you this time
8. Save enough money to go on a cruise with my best cuz!
9. Oh yeah, and getting good grades in school of course. Duh.
10. What else what else...
11. And anything else I should set my mind on accomplishing which I can't think of right now because my mind is in a coca-cola and capri-sun overdose-induced high

Boy do I like lists. I should do this every time I grow bored mindless in impossibly mundane classes like Econs lectures and sessions with the principal.

Moving on from lists. I wanna show off my dolls!

Sharlene, eat your heart out!

Just Brendon ( I am so pun-ny)


Beach Brendon, otherwise known as public viewing-friendly BrendonBrendon doll with apron (View here)

Uh-oh. I think Yvee will prolly have something to say about those dolls and my "so-called" obsession.

Happy new year, one and all!

p/s. They're just dolls.

pp/s. Really.