Far Out

The mandatory econs remedial class on every Monday that stretches from 1430 to 1700 can be quite an anal retentive, not to mention rather dreary. It's not as if I don't bother to pay attention, I do make an effort to take notes and listen but at times like these, the mind just shuts down to such academic pursuits.

So I succumbed to temptation and....

Exchanged malay poems with Hajar
Never in my young life had I felt such a strong Malay can-do spirit or rather 'Melayu Boleh!'
(Of course, this high could be attributed to coffee and hot fudge sundaesssss.)

It started with a painfully lame pantun:

Pecah kaca, pecah gelas
Sudah baca, boleh balas

After which, Hajar replied with a:

Tak ada apa yang patut dikata
Pergi mampus lah Farhana
(HAHA tak menjadi, siot.)

Ibu sibuk menggosok baju kurung
Hendak berjalan-jalan di bandar
Saya tengok muka awak murung
Action marah ke, Hajar?

Bila lapar makan kerepek
Pergi zoo nampak kerbau
Pantun kau semua merepek
Aku malas nak layan kau

Tonton cerita hantu rasa seram
Kalau lemah semangat boleh tergoda
Kalau Econs dah nak 3 jam
Tak kan tak nak bergurau senda?

Pergi cari si Cikgu Bedah
Minta 20sen beli gula-gula
Bukan tak nak bergurau senda
Aku tak suka pantun ni semua

And with that, Hajar ended a fairly satisfactory (IMO) round of pantun exchange. Never before had we giggled so much during Econs and felt such a strong attachment to our culture and language.

Melayu boleh!...
(buat bodoh sua...)

That's how the Esplanade looked like to me, aerial view.
Thorny jugs.

Anywayyy, I digress.
King Lear was simply awesome, though some parts made me really drowsy. I think I even dozed off somewhere in Act 2, till I was given a pleasant surprise when Edgar stripped off his clothes. Dang, Edgar's bod (or at least, the person playing him) is not half bad.
Edmund, on the other hand, is HOT. And his kissing scenes with the 2 female baddies! (I thought the one with Regan was sexy though Regan was not sexy, ha ha.) Gloucester did a fine job producing his 2 boys, I tell you.

Moving away from aesthetics, the sound effects that were used throughout the play was magnificent and the sound of thunder was very convincing, it had me jumping out of my seat the first time I heard it. Oh yes, and the hanging of the Fool was just so cool. The fact that his character died is tragic, yeah, but the way he hanged him was rad. Also, Sir Ian Mckellen as King Lear was splendid, in my opinion. I thought he was really funny in Act 1 where he sets a love test for his daughters, and the part where he went mad. Otherwise, he was a bit of a silly old geezer at other times.

So yes, that's my take on the play for you.
On to the silly stuff!

Dinner at Breeks

Group pic at BREEKS


I like how my hair looks glossy in here (:


Looking at pics in Calven's handphone. Nothing naughty of course haha


Act cool only...


Them girls


Them guys. Pssst, Calven looks ridiculous trying to look murderous or whatever it is he's trying to do haha


Just trying to make the pic look better :D

In the toilet during intermission

Shar and I, doing what we do 2nd best in the toilet HAHA



Because I saw you


Meena doesn't fit into the collage, does she?

And that's about it, folks.

p/s. Tell me someone got the pan, pen, pin, pun.

Alriiiiiiiiiiight!

The King Lear play - tomorrow!
Can't wait, can't wait.

Apparently, Sir Ian Mckellen who will be playing King Lear will NOT be appearing naked in Act 3 Scene 4, unlike how it's supposed to be in the play for Mr Dore said that he will be covered by a loincloth of sorts. I don't know why I'm feeling like I've been let down, but seeing a grown old man stripped completely of his clothes seemed like an interesting prospect to me.

Kidding!

Well, I'll be back with pics of tomorrow's shenanigans, hopefully.
Till then, be good.

Being with my kid (as in my tutee, not my biological child duh duh duuuh) has taught me to look back at my life and put things back into perspective. I've always thought that I had a high level of awareness and that I knew how lucky I was to be me but as it turns out, I was a really self-absorbed and ignorant fool back then.

I have nothing of her incredibly acute sense of awareness to the surroundings.
I remember being an Ugly Betty in back in Sec 2 (and I still am now!) and blissfully oblivious to whatever was going on around me and whatever that was said to / about me or anyone else in general.
I had knee high socks and very unglam hair and a permanent dazed look fixed on my countenance but those were happy days because I didn't care.
People could say anything scathing to me and I would be left none the worse because I didn't care.
I guess my upbringing had something to do with the don't-give-a-damn attitude because my parents sheltered me from negative influences (bad company, etc) and have always told me that I'm perfectly fine the way I am (a cliche perhaps, but I think they could be right)

My kid, on the other hand, have gone through much obstacles and hardships.
She's been involved in things you usually see in dramas and she's only 14!
Furthermore, it doesn't help that she's physically well-developed already. Heck, I was like an airplane landing ground. A fashion runway. A washboard. A piece of paper. Okay you should get my point already.

In spite of our very apparent differences, we click well, which is amazing.
Maybe our familiarity with each other can result in something good for both of us.
Already she makes me see what I've been taking for granted.
Well, that's gonna change (:

It's been a dynamic week where I attempted to push myself to test the waters, stand out on the edge of the earth but it's all good now(:

I was offered a free ticket to watch Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix though unfortunately, I had to turn it down eventually because the Mum deemed it a treat that I did not deserve, especially after the appalling common test results. It was a tough decision to make, but I agree with my mum 'cause after all, Mum knows best.
However, I did get to spend time with Shimah and Midah and it felt fantabulous just spazzing out like that. On a sidenote, I foresee an additional member to our study sessions. Key word "foresee" and not "hope", ohkayyyyy.

My weekend (which included Friday the 13th) went like a charm.
In a nutshell,

• Got free tix to Harry Potter movie (let's ignore the fact that I didn't watch it in the end)
• Cute guy approached me for help and directions (YEEEEEEEEEHAW!)
• 3 hours of good times, man, good times...
• SMS-es that were awesome pick-me-ups and dare I say it, pick-up liners (:
• Cheesy pick-up lines that were darn hilarious; Consist of polar bears and palm readings
• Parent-teacher meeting that went by smoothly
• Lil cousin's birthday party
• Finally spilling the beans on 'Mat Pantun' to the cousin who knows his corny mannerisms better (No thanks to Shyqah who laughed a lot during the whole time)
• A butterfly necklace from HK from Shyqah!
• Lame-o poems from the daddy-o (I'm starting to fear that I inherited my sense of humour from him

Easily one of the best comics of my time

In other news, I've discovered that adopting a no-holds-barred approach when talking to a person who dreams, thinks and understands gives me a feeling of liberation like no other.
(I say that because good friends don't always understand what we're trying to convey and their responses can be irritatingly mundane and abysmal, but heck, you're also my good friend even if I'm not yours. Oh gocks, that sounded rather pathetic, somehow.)
Sure, it may all sound like crazy talk but what the heck, I got a kick out of it. For that moment, it's as though we were 8 year-olds playing Grown-Up, shedding our 18 year old skins, not taking into consideration the less-than-glamorous aspects of adulthood like paying the bills and going to work and carrying ourselves well in public and being responsible and all that jazz.
A form of escapism, if you will. Or perhaps detox for the soul.
Of late, it seems that there's been lots of black thorny bits latching on to me, like minuscule gremlins that are a product of disappointing interactions with friends/family or simply terrible academic performance or perhaps both at the same time, and getting them all out in the open came as a relief.

So I enjoy having good lengthy chats with you till the wee hours.
So I dare to ask unbelievably silly questions sometimes.
So I find you kinda attractive.
All these things that would have normally embarrassed me, did not in the end because I've learnt to see past the superficiality of these matters.
I liken it to the experience those people who first realised that the world is not flat after all - what a heck of a relevation.
I'm still tingling from the after-effects of the conversation and I wonder if you think it's as rad as I think it was.

Labels: Musings

I failed General Paper. Fact.
I
Failed
GeePeeeeeeeee.
Ain't that the saddest shit?
OMGZ maybe even the P speaks better England than me hor!
Aiyo, sianZzz oreddi.

Now I dread Parent-Teacher meeting that'll be taking place this Saturday.

"Farhana participates actively in discussions held in class..."
These discussions are however, usually not related to the topic at hand.

"Farhana does show that she absorbs what is being taught in class..."
That is only because she had to tell the teacher what he/she last said to make sure she was paying attention after all, after being caught talking to the classmates beside her.









Now, I just wanna study, sit for the A levels and be over and done with it.

You see, over the weekend, I've been thinking a lot.
So much so that I've been thinking about getting married and the names I'd give my children and which schools they'd go and how I'd look like at 50 'cause Anita Sarawak has a fantastic figure for a woman of 55, dammit!

I got too carried away with my thoughts that I even integrated my friend into my whole idea just because I thought he won't be repulsed. I reasoned that being a companion with whom I've had some serious discussions with and a person who should be well-acquainted with my oddities that manifest itself anytime and anyplace, he wouldn't just go 'Fuck you'.
That'd dent my ego and bruise my feelings.
Well, it seems my unease was put at rest, cause he didn't mind! However, I foresee major disagreements with his parents. That's one thing I'll have to note down in my little black book of prospective husbands under 'Possible Problems'.
I mean, I have a right to naming my children whatever stylo name I want and preferably, I do want my parents-in-laws to be happy with the name I've chosen, which is Muhammad Ryan if it's a son and if it's a daughter, uhhh... I haven't thought of that yet. I guess my prospective husband can name her, so long the name sounds good.

Oh yes, and I want my firstborn to be a daughter!
I read somewhere that a larger percentage of good looking couples produce girls as their firstborn, that's why.
(But if I get a son first, I suppose that's okay so long he's got model-worthy looks and is real smart when he grows up. Besides I haven't thought of a name for a girl.)

My personal craze for naming children carried over till the next day, which was Monday.
In a bid to stave off drowsiness, I asked some of the class boys what they would name their children.

Farhana: Eh so what would you call your kids?
Simon: I'd call my sons 'Ezekiel' and the othee one... 'Lucifer'!
Calven: Rizunik (or some equally weird-ass name for a boy)

At this point, Simon and I burst into what-the-hell kind of laughter because Calven's suggestion was purely absurd. Calven was obviously unaffected, because he went on to tell us what he'd name his daughter.

Calven: I think I'd like to name my daughter... uhmm... 'Tangela!'
Keith: *eyes widen* ...but that's a fucking Pokemon's name!

Yeah, and Keith was right. I took the initiative to google 'Tangela' and got this.



Calven's offspring with a mop-head, the only thing that'd take him

Then I asked what could be the most gay name given to a child ever.

Simon: Calven.

HAHA I thought that was brilliant. Then, someone exclaimed 'Ashley!', which I thought was just pure genius. Hah, inside joke maybe, but some may make the relation back to a certain classmate of ours.

So as a result of those questions, the 2.5h make-up Econs lesson passed by much faster than expected but I did devote time to the Econs and in my defence, I did take notes when Ms Lim was talking and read the model essays so there.

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Apparently today was "Let's Make Fun Of Farhana" Day.
Suffice to say I think my classmates made a complete fool out of themselves, but whatever man, at least he's not Keith, Sharlene, so I'm fine with it. HAHAHAAAAAAH.

I thought more about growing up and getting married again but that's alrighty.
What's disturbing is how much I noticed his presence or lack of, whichever applies.
It's repulsive, the things I'd agree to for him.
GAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWDDDDD!



No need to look so shocked people, it's probably just a phase which I'll probably snap out of when I. Get. That. Study. Date.
Shimah, ARE YOU TAKING NOTE?!?!?!

And only a handful number of people wore green on 07.07.07.

Singaporeans can be so disappointing at times.

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Go to liveearth.msn.com for more info on how to combat global warming, a little step at a time.
We gotta be our own Captain Planets!

Anyway, I'd blog some more but pics are yet to be uploaded and I'm too lazy cause I'm a bum who'd rather watch the live earth clips of various artistes over again.

Be good till I come back.

Okay I dislike the design of this page too.

Fickle, fickle.

Note: Must design new one with colour schemes blue, black and white!

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In other news, Paolo Nutini will be performing for Live Earth!
And I hope to catch his performance on teevee, if not at Plaza Singapura.
I'm thinking they should have some sort of schedule made easily available for fans who want to catch only their favourite artistes and not make them wait for hours so that they have to endure the performances of singers who are less favoured.

In my case, Akon.
I swear I tak leh angkat his whiny, nasally voice.
How the fuck did a voice like that become so sellable?
So marketable?
It's not as if his face is Greek god gorgeous! He's like, so so very old!
And his songs?
"Smack that, all over the floor"???
Ohmygod, his face has "cannot make it" stamped all over it, his lyrics are just nonsense and sometimes crude (double standards, I know, seeing how I love 'Closer' by Nine Inch Nails), his voice sounds like William Hung on helium (cause it's so high pitched and whiny and most of all, just grossly INCOMPETENT) and I just dislike Akon very very very very very very much.

Right, now that's out of the system, moving on to things that really matter.

Like this one over here!



Meet my new boyfriend, he just doesn't know it yet

Good vocals (Simply soulful and good breath control, so CHECK!)
Good songs (CHECK!)
Good looks (CHECK CHECK CHECK CHECKKKKKK.)

Now, if I had a boyfriend like Mr Paolo Nutini here, I would feel much less ashamed of being a spinster (if ever things turn out like that for me, GODFORBID). Think of all the stuff I could say in response to kaypoh aunties!

Auntie #1: Farhana, got boyfriend?
Me: No, but I once dated Paolo Nutini!

Auntie #2: Farhana, you're in your 30's already. When are you going to get married?
Me: Dunno, but I once dated Paolo Nutini!

Auntie #3: Farhana, help me set the table
Me: That's too trivial for me, I once dated Paolo Nutini!

You get the picture.

Till then, you mortal civilians!
I'm off to save the world before bedtime.