Far Out

HAPPY
BIRTHDAY
DINA!



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All I wish for after A Levels would be some private time, just me and my Hindi movies, almost all of which would star THE Shah Rukh Khan :D
There'll be Mohabbatein (sucky plot but awesome songs. Oooh, and cute guys!),
Main Hoon Na (catchy Hindi ditties and hilarious parodies),
and the all time favourite KKHH (such a beautiful tearjerker).

This is probably my fave song in Mohabbatein where SRK plays a bespectacled music teacher who plays a mean violin. I think that's simply hot, but then again, the whole specs and skinny sweater get-up totally reeled me in cause I'm such a sucker for the preppy look.



The following video is like, ohmygawd the most romantic scene ever can!!!
I think I will totally swoon if some tall dark handsome man did that with me.
Dancing in the rain somemore, sighhhh.



Hindi movies are the shiz. Don't you wish your lives (okay maybe just love lives) were like theirs? So colourful, so vibrant, so imaginative, so perfect and so..
UNREALISTIC.
Hahaha whatevvv, hindi movies are still da shiz.

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Thank you to all who've wished me a happy birthday (and kept me awake at the ungodliest of times - 6am??? Haha I jest I jest)
Being 18 rocks so far.
It's a curious sensation to walk past a 7-11 and think "Heyyy I can legally purchase a pack of fags" when I see the cigarette counter. Not that I want to, of course, smoking is vile muck, yeckkk. It's just a milestone thing, ya know?

Breaking fast with Shimah was fab, we should do it again!
(And on a day when you don't have to rush for a date with Fahrin cause I jealous of Fahrin ah, babe. Okay, I'm kidding! Heck, even I think he's good looking too.)
Uhhuh, my cousin is cute and he's a nice guy (nudge nudge wink wink)!
What can I say, it runs in the family :D

Me: I wanna go on the DHL hot air balloon some day!
Shimah: Orang boleh naik balloon tu ke? (People can get on the balloon?)
(few mins later)
Shimah: Eh got people getting down the balloon!
Me: *thinks: omgBIMBO*



Good company, good times (:

Is it of any surprise that I'm pissed off with yet another person?
My my, isn't she angsty.

Again, I could succumb to temptation and rant, whine, curse at the subject of my wrath but naaaah, kalau asyik marah nanti cepat tua, which literally means that if I get angry all the time, I'll age faster. Is that backed by scientific studies?
Gee, honestly I don't know, but no way in hell am I gonna risk ageing because of something that shouldn't be as important as the prelims.

Lines before Hari Raya? Omgomgomg that just won't do! I need to look youthful and schoolgirlish as ever, and get all the money packets I can get without having to flash my EZ link card (I swear, some relatives of a relative can be like anal bus captains sometimes) and wearing my jayjaycee school uniform (EEEEYUCKS I'd much rather be wearing SA or AC uni just because they're more aesthetically pleasing or RJ because it's RJ, duh!)

Speaking of ageing, here's a public service announcement.
I
WILL
BE
TURNING
18
IN
2
WEEKS!

8TEEN!
^_^

MegaWowz huh.
I am pimping my birthday for all it's worth, you people better sit up and take notice and get me stuff or ask me out or something. Yes yes I know it's a cry for attention, no, make it a most desperate-whorelike plea for attention that I would grab your interest if it were tangible and could be grabbed/groped/whatever.

Will it tug at your heart (purse would be better...) strings if I told you that

-I'm going through a rough patch in my life now
(No, you doink, no one I love is suffering from some terminal disease, it's just prelims. I just like to dramatise mundane events.)
-the significant him remains totally oblivious and starting to seem real dumb and naive to me
(You're probably reading this and you don't know it. Amazingly daft of you, for someone usually so astute. Oh, do I detect suspicion there, some doubt? Gooood.)
-some people I call friends are being total inane fuckers(Pardon my French)
(Nothing new, I suppose, but still.)

Ahh I thought so. Obviously not. Oh well, no harm telling.

Of course, the birthday mood is slightly dampened by the fact that it's during prelims period but at least there's no paper on my birthday! And only Econs case study and Lit paper to go after that. Not such a bad deal, eh.
And and and it's on a Friday!
Fri-yippee aye yay-day.
TGIF! Godsent weekend!
Okay Farhana, stop it you zany alien you.

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Bit of twit talk here: I hearts hearts that midnight to very early morning convo! Luuuub you dahling hunnybun sweetiepie cookiecrumble iceblendedmochawithwhippedcream!

God, I just made myself hungry and I despise myself for having used such incoherent and nauseating language.

Seriously though, the chat was awesome, you're a dear, and the only thing better would be... HAHAHA I'm kidding (:

"She's freaky and she knows it!
Dum dum dum dum dum... Hey!"

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Ugh, here's to quickly ridding myself of the parasite that latches itself to my dreams and thoughts and other intangibles yang sewaktu dengannya.
Stupid MSN convo dream.
Damn you and your single-minded-enthusiast charms of which I'm such a sucker for.

Hey I'm still able to laugh and cringe at what I just wrote!
There's still hope for me!
Kaykay here's to another 5 years, loooooool.
(Omg my left eye just twitched. Positive or negative sign?!?!)

That orange adidas jacket looks good and so does that orange Topshop boxers hahaaaah.
iLike, iWant!
I have sporadic thoughts and I suspect I'll have sporadic dreams later.
See ya.

Firstly, I think it's real hypocritical of you to go to her friend to snoop around and satisfy your sordid curiosity for all that should not interest nor concern you in the very least. Who the fuck do you think you are, some Hollywood paparazzi working for the tabloids? Do you get paid for blabbing about it to the whole world (which, if you didn't know already, can be just one person with a helluva big-ass mouth)?

Oho, I see what you're trying to get at. Gossip is your clique's currency and from what I hear, you're no longer everybody's likeable girl-next-door. Awww pity. This kind of news would just buy your way to the top, huh?
Revolting piece of scum.
You're a sorry excuse of a _________.
I wish I knew exactly what I could brand you as; Shakespeare makes it so effortlessly cool for Kent to hurl insults like "Son and heir of a mongrel bitch; one whom I will beat into clamorous whining if thou deniest the least syllable of they addition".
See, Shakespeare not overrated, he is that good. Oh but I digress.

So you called and you asked - all these must have been done with the intention of finding out the truth right?
And then comes the punchline like a really rotten joke - "For what? I can't be bothered."
Oh, but you've obviously bothered enough to call her friend up.
What kind of warped logic have you subscribed to?
Moron, you repulse me.

I've never had to deal with you directly because my social circle rarely intersects with yours (Thank God!), but you trying to butt into my friends' lives is simply uncalled for and certainly unwelcome.
I wish I had magical powers so I can perform the Bat Bogey Hex or better still, that jinx Hermione did to Marietta who snitched on Dumbledore's Army and had ugly livid spots arranged to form "SNITCH" on her forehead.
Yours won't say "Snitch" of course, I've yet to find an adequate insult for you :/


When push comes to shove.

Ugh, that'll be enough of you for now.
Any more, and my blog may need n rounds of exorcism.

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Oh dear, this is a frightening development I've had to deal with.
It's bad enough that I like you, and what's worse is the absurdly long period of time where my common sense called in sick and let infatuation take over its job.

Good God, I miss you like crazy.
My iTunes plays songs that remind me of you.

"Looking at you
Holding my breath
For once in my life I'm scared to death
I'm taking a chance,
Letting you inside"

(And this is probably the point where Simon laughs his head off, muttering "Girls. The things they do/say when they're in love"
and Umar launches his "That school kind of guy ah... normally like that. Hypocrites! Jerks! Etc!" pep talk and warns me of "That school kind of guy" ad inifnitum
and the PWC just smack their foreheads, mumbling under their breaths "OMG Bimboooo")

Oh, whatevv (:

Shimah and Sweetheart are undoubtedly numbah one in my social life, please.
They're real and concrete and fo 'sho!
I'm not as asinine as to blow away my friends for something/someone that might not be.

I'm gonna see where this takes me 5 years from now.
Realist: You'll laugh at your own adolescent idiocy. You'll regret giving up your youth just liking one boy, who's not that hot by most people's standards. Besides, he probably doesn't like you, who are you trying to kid here? Yourself, obviously.

Optimist: Pish posh. He's hot (enough for you)! He's smart! He's nice! You'll so totally get him and I'll cheer "Score for Farhana!"

As you can see, the war wages on between the two sides that reside in my cerebral spaces - My insecurities are laid out for all to see.
Hmmm.
Perhaps I do think too much.

p/s. Looks set to be a Pyrrhic victory for the Realist.
(Alamak! I'm so random, can.)

pp/s. Oh darn it. Skali she thinks I like another guy then he knows then maybe he was liking me but now he thinks I like someone else then I get no chance, how???
(Walemakz. I think too much, lah. But still, mampos I nanti!)

I need sleep evidently.
Goodnight all!