Far Out

And in more ways than one, too. :D

Speaking of which, Sharlene owns!
Lookee here what she made (or rather, 'bought') for me.









Chocolateeeeeeee.

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Oh yay I'm meeting Shyqah again tomorrow and again on Sunday!
(and maybe again on Monday. Maybe.)

Shucks I can't think of a proper ending to this spur of the mo' post.
I guess this is

The end.

I found this the most hilarious street name ever, though crude humour is something I usually don't appreciate.

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Today I returned Dina her DVD 'Jangan Pandang Belakang' which was a horror movie so scary, I pictured Cik Pons with flowers in their ratty hair and with a minah attitude, saying

"Amachiam, brudder? Gua hari ni cuti ah, pegi check dengan Mr Chong ah kalau dia ada appointment. Kalau takde, korang boleh chiong sama sama!"

The ending to the story got me rolling my eyes exclaiming "Corny, siaaaa!" which aptly describes the closing scene. Got corn, literally.

No link whatsoever to the previous paragraph but I just HAD to add this:

"I don't know why, but I just attract older guys!" - Dina
True enough, I noticed a tubby old man cycling up and down the road near Dina's back gate like, frugglepillion times with his grandson at the back, mind you.
Dina seems to like it though, which just goes to show how bereft of attention she is.
:D

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This page is dreary and lifeless, which is a gross misrepresentation of my true personality (I happen to think I'm lively, animated and funny like hell)
This site needs a revamp!

Maybe a change can be expected in this blog soon, soon.

Till then, I'm off to prep myself for the MILKrun coming up this Sunday where of course, more camwhoring and general world peace will ensue.

Laterrrr.

Saturday was absofuckinglutely fantabulous.

Morning was spent with my cousins (Kak Pah and Shyqah) and some volunteers at Clubilya to attend a sharing session on the threat of terrorism.
My cuz and I kept laughing and exploding into curious snorts at one of the speakers, who refused to look at the audience and kept reaching for his books. Nervous dia over, seh.
Oh, and one of the volunteers from another organisation was cute and a very articulate speaker. I asked my volunteer relations exec to recruit him, and she did give it a thought.
She looked around for him and saw him with a girl who has been within 50cm radius of him. Then she said, "Nah I don't think so. The guy's with his girlfriend (oh, that explains it!), which will make it very leceh (troublesome). I wouldn't want them always sticking together."
Darn.
Oh well, there's still _______, right.

The afternoon was spent in town, where Shyqah and I went from store to store checking out the various sales.
We talked about how we'd love to beat up a certain fugly-as-hell uncle and how we didn't like him from the start and blah blah blah.
Oh, we can be awful bitches at times but moving on to cheerier stuff.
The Mango sale was one of the best sales there! Jeans going for as cheap as $30! Awesome, I tell you.
Best of all, the cuz and I will be going back there again!
Google!

Then at night, the whole family on my dad's side had dinner at Changi Village, which was fully sponsored by Shyqah's mum.
Naturally, we took up a lot of the tables as we were quite a huge group and it was a riot, but it was all in good fun.
Or as Joe Gargery would say, "Wot larks!"

After dinner, the dads went off to fish and the rest of us were left to our own devices.
The aunties chatted(about the fugly uncle HAHA) and snacked, the younger cousins ran around and made a bit of a ruckus while Shyqah and I attempted our hand at night photography.
Obviously our artsy fartsy tries flopped, but what the heck, it's a start!

Emo, kia!


Once in a while, I give in to the urge to act cute


She made me do this, I swear





At around 1am, the dads packed up and we left promptly. That marked a day full of family fun, what with my morning and afternoon spent with my cuzzy just doing our thing and the night spent with the relatives. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Sweet. (:

Today I went out with Dina, and it was awesome.
Say it with me in a mat accent, "auh-semmm".

The first thing that struck me was that Dina didn't change. She was mugging for Chem while waiting for me. Which normal person mugs for Chem while waiting for a friend? Which?!?!?!
Oh right, I forgot. Dina's not normal.

Accompanied her to the National Skin Centre and while waiting for her turn, we decided that I could pose as her half sister should the doc ask who I am, and Dina would just play along. Our conversation went something like this:

Farhana: So can I go in later? I wanna see!
Dina: Dunno. I think can.
Farhana: I could say I'm your half sister. I'm the child from your father's first marriage. Ok pe.
Dina: Yeah and what if my mum comes with me the next time, and he asks about her 'first daughter'?
Farhana: Your father's gonna get into trouble ah?

Anyway, the doctor almost believed us, and we would have gotten away with it had Dina not told me to stop lying.

Doc: Oh who's this?
Dina: She's my half sister.
Farhana: Hi.
Doc: Really? Which school are you in?
Farhana: (refusing to say "jayjaysee") JC.
Doc: Both of you in JC?
Farhana: Yes I'm 1 year older than her.
Doc: Half sister. Really ah? (looks at Dina, then me, then Dina, then me again)
Dina: (turns to me) Eh stop lying lah.

Dr Mark Tang (it's easy to remember the name of someone cute teehee)is a very nice doc! He told us to guess which JC he hailed from after Dina probed about his academic background. The only hint he gave us was "I came from the best JC ever."

"Hwa Chong?"
"No."
"Raffles!"
"No."
"National, then!"
"No."
"Innova!"
"Eh stupid, Innova's not even around during his time"
...
"AC?"

To which the doc affirmed it, but ACJC not the best whaaaat.
Their 'The best is yet to be' means they'll never be the best right?
Because the best is yet to be, meaning it hasn't happened in the present, and even in the future, they'll still say "The best is yet to be" which means the best cannot be (them).
(Okay ignore that, I've no idea what I'm talking about too)

After the checkup, we had lunch at BK where it was agreed that Dina can never never ever bring her boyfriend (or anything remotely close to a human who can be attracted to her) to a fast food joint for a date. Oh yes, and I'm still meat-free!
FRIENDS NOT FOOD - Remember that.

Kino was fun, simply because Dina was a total country bumpkin (or like the Malays call it "Jakon") and had never seen a mini pen in her entire life. Apparently, she's never sniffed scented glue before (Mmmm... glue.) but that's okay, after today, she will be no longer a noob when it comes to stationery affairs.

English songs were Malay-fied.
"Payung pa pa yung yung"
"Wee belong to-geh-derrr"
"Po-lar-res"

Finally, we went home telling each other ghost stories.
More on that another time 'cause I'm too lazy to continue now.

"Nazri, kau bawa balik siapa tu?"
Boy turns to find Dina squatting with a leer on her face.
"Siak ah, apasal kau ikut aku balik! Aku kan dah cakap, aku tak nak berkenalan!"

The end.

Great Expectations is a well-written book after all (wahwah now I sound like I'm a qualified literary guide and my book reviews are taken seriously by people)
but most importantly,


CTs are over!!!

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Yeah that's about it.
Tomorrow, meet up with Dina.
We're going to have buckets of fun. (:

//edit
Actions speak louder than words.
Let's see if I'm proven right tomorrow.
By the way, your constant communication with me is driving me nuts.
It'd be nice if you could just buzz off for a bit, thank you very much.
There. I'm done.

//edit 2
Well well.
I didn't have to wait for tomorrow after all.
Piss.
>:(

Have a nice weekend, all.

Topic 2 of Econs notes is staring at me with an accusatory glare. If it could speak, it'd probably say "I'll be coming out in the exams. Why won't you even take a look at me???"

In my distressed state, I would then reply "You're gonna announce that you're gay during exams?"

Ha ha ha. Pardon my bad attempt at making jokes.
I don't know what's gotten into me.
Must be you lah, Dina.

I figure this should (notice the key word) be my last post till the common tests are over.
The first paper is up tomorrow - GP.
No sweat right right right?
Pray they'll ask questions on Britney.
(But how to be objective about her? Okay maybe not.)

Aaaanyway.
Archaeology's gonna be the next hit sensation.
If you didn't know this, perhaps you haven't heard of the next Harry Potter, who's gonna be a boy archaeologist.
So I googled 'archaeology' and looked at pictures of skeletons and cracked crockery, but mostly skeletons because I guess that's what archaeology is mostly about, in my narrow bimbotic mind.

I mean no disrespect to the people long gone, but their skeletons tickled my funny bone
(omg I'm so pun-ny)


(Taken from AOL news)

Is it me, or is the skeleton on the left trying to touch the middle's goodies?
The middle dude seems positively tickled, can you see it/him trying to stifle a giggle?
I can almost hear him say
"Aww stop it! People'll see!"

I'm sorry for the guy on the left.
In a last bid attempt to find his true sexual orientation, he grabbed middle dude's goodies (what else do you call that?) and found that he liked it (I've never seen a skeleton so gay, as in happy but I wouldn't say no to the other meaning too) but too late since they're gonna die anyway.

Right.
It's been a rather incoherent post but I've done what I should have done long long ago.
I've procrastinated long enough already.
My academic pursuit will start very very soon, I promise.
Wish me luck for the tests.
Voodoo hoodoo magic will be fine, I'm not particular so long I pass the tests.
If you want hair or snot, I'll be happy to send it to you.
You'll know where to find me.

p/s. Okay maybe I was kidding about the voodoo stuff. No black magic for me! Maybe if Harry Potter's reading this, he can send me those quills that write the right stuff. Yeah, those will be a safer bet.

After what seemed like monkey years of studying, I gave myself a much-deserved treat and went online.

Watched 'Heroes' (again! :D), gazed fondly at my boyfriend(s)' pictures and read celebrity gossip blogs.
The following image tickled me no end, yet at the same time, left me a teeny wee disturbed.





For the benefit of those who can't see the print, it says

You'll Never See It My Way, Because You're Not Me (Thank God)
Britney is asking her most die-hard fans for some assistance in order to name her upcoming album.

Possible Album Titles:

1.Omg Is Like Lindsay Lohan Like Okay Like
2.What If The Joke Is On You
3.Down boy
4.Integrity
5.Dignity

This is a joke, right?
Right?

My elders have always told me, time and again, that education is the best way to a bright future.
So I study my ass off, taking note that

-a Mohorovicic discontinuity is the junction between the Earth's crust and the mantle where Seismic waves are modified (I didn't refer to the notes! =D)

-negative externalities refer to costs borne by the third party who are not directly involved with the consumption/production of goods. (I checked the notes lest I make a fool out of myself)

-Sylvia Plath's depression makes for intriguing poetry

-don't step on the 50% landmine for the viewpoint continuum for GP!!!

I laboured over academic concerns because it was drilled upon me that good grades are the ticket to success and plus, it just looks better on the cert. (I'm all for visual aesthetics!)

Then I saw that most ridiculous thing on the Britney Spears website and just thought
"Bloody hell!"
I was surprised, which is quite a mean feat considering her 'Look Ma, no panties" and of course, the infamous hair-shaving incident. Her wacky antics led me to believe there's nothing this girl-woman can do to take me by surprise.

"Omg Is Like Lindsay Lohan Like Okay Like"???
Funny, look who's asking.
And oh, the irony of lumping "Dignity" and "Integrity" into the same list.

All this is happening and I am cooped at home poring over hydrologic processes and balance of payments.
Which brings this question to mind - "How does whatever I'm learning right now (market price determination) help me in choosing a possible new album title for Britney? This is what the real world's asking!!"

It's a tough call, and I'm torn between the first and second choice, but I'll have to go for the former.
It just sounds so absurd.
And think of all the hype it would create!
Hooray, entertainment for mere mortals such as you and I.

p/s. "Dignity" is the name of the new Hilary Duff album. Can 2 artistes share the same album title? Won't that confuse buyers?

pp/s. Maybe she's gonna get people to think up of titles for her songs next. I'd get a decent grade for exams if a question like that was posed to me.

ppp/s. I keep thinking that if the title "What if the joke's on you" is chosen, she'll put up recordings of herself giggling and laughing, confirming that yes, the joke is on us.
Worst part is, she'll get money from sales of the CD and it might just debut on the top of the Billboard charts.
I don't underestimate the power of die-hard Britney fans.

I swear, everytime I go to newfoundboy's blog, I feel like strangling some moron who happens to cross paths with me because nfb didn't update. Last update was what, feb? March?
Update update update lah!
(And then I think, if he updates, my heart will probably give out due to sheer idunnowhat feeling)
Pfffffft.

GP - General Pondan!
Hahahahahha I wonder what he does in the army.

Went Pirating on Tues with Mira and Shimah but didn't get to take any pics because Mira had to leave in a hurry to catch some men who were falling from the sky. Apparently, it was raining men at CCU.
Or was it UUC?
Something like that.

Mr Chocolatey Voice is getting engaged this weekend!
WHY, SYED, WHY.

Okay, so far, I have done zilch revision but not all is lost!
I feel guilty, isn't that something!
Maybe this guilt will push me to do some real studying.
Academic studying, and not JRM or JRA studying hehehe.

Gaaawwwddd 3h of Geog later at 2pm, that's like hell on earth.

That's about it of my rambling.
Later, folks.
I'm off to watch the finale of Supernatural Season 2 (which I told myself to watch only after I've done studying for Geog timed assignment but temptation is too strong over a weak mortal like me)
Mmmmm Jensen.

"Who votes for that? My mum?"



The other J in the Hugo Boss ad

As I write this, the father tries a falsetto in the next room:
"I.... Can give you Gatsbyyyy... Gatsbyyyy... Gatsbyyyy"

I'd rather he give me more money, it's the GSS (or Great Singapore Sale for the uninitiated) and I've not much left to spend cause I blew my money on Ben & Jerry's ice cream and some other stuff besides. Plus, I've got to set aside money for the mother's birthday gift, tomorrow's study date with Mira, and apparently I have to treat someone once school reopens, right Mat? Right.

Aaanyway. Something funny (at least to me) happened today and it took place while waiting for the lift. My neighbour, a Chinese teenage girl, greeted me as I kept pressing the dratted 'Up' button (how difficult can it be for the lift to come down from the 3rd storey to carry a girl who wanted to go to the 2nd storey??? Sorry, I digress)

She: Hey, long time no see.
Me: Uhh.. Yeah.
She: So... How's school?
Me: Good, good... Having holidays now.
*The lift door opens and we get in. I press '2', she presses '17'*
She: Ok, this will sound a bit weird (insert nervous giggle here) but I actually just wanted to ask how you got a flat tummy. It looks good under your skinny tee.
Me: (eyes widen in shock)
*The lift reaches my floor, and I step out.*
Me: Uhh... I suck in my stomach everytime I'm near people under 50.
She: Haha, that's funny! See you around!

And before I could say "No, seriously!", the lift door closed and I just waved at her dumbly.

Man, people place so much emphasis on a slim figure.
I need to go vegan.