Saturday, February 12, 2005
testing.. testing.. one 2 tree.. wao.. long time no blog sia.. hmm.. apparently moz of my posts start like diz.. albeit d mono sak.. hahax.. niwaes.. im not relli in a gd mood.. neither m i in a bad mood ar actually.. hmm.. dunno wad to post abt.. maybe i juz extract a bit frm here and there.. hmm..
A few days ago...
decorated class.. more or less done.. dat bloody prassatt din evn help ar.. i came back afta sembayang jumaat n he was walking out like nobody gives him a fcuk.. hmm.. den again, NOBODY in his/her right mind wud wanna give him a fcuk.. hahax.. niweas, i entered class.. it was still 'under renovation'.. went out of class n called dat bloody prasatt.. damn him ar.. den he still got cheeks (hmm.. buttcheeks maybe.. haha) to tell me chris n d rest nvr assign him anithin to do.. fcker.. n i was like shouting at him to get back in.. but niwaes, he left.. bloody, black, bas3rd.. woa.. im not being racist here.. all intended towards prasatt..
A few dayz ago oso..
had an arguement wif prassatt.. more or less.. dunno y ar.. i think sumtin abt d dart game in class.. after skooll.. i was playing darts wif zenzel n greg.. it was a magnetic dart.. but hanling put thumbtac at d tip, so bcums a more or less proper dart.. den 4 d dart board he stole a cork board from physics lab n drew d target.. hahax.. reminds me of 1c/2c.. niweas.. i dun coup softboards or testubes or pendullums nimore ar.. juz coup mirrors.. small ones.. hahax.. niwaes, while we playing darts, prasatt oso wan 2 kaypo2.. each time sumbody misses n d dart drop 2 d floor.. he quickly rush up to try n grab d dart.. notice d word TRY.. n i kip shouting at him stuff like "oi! hands off d dart u *....*.. dun dirty d dart!" hahax.. geddit? niwaes, he got fed up afta a few times den he start to try to fight back.. notice d word TRY (again).. hahax.. niweas, here's d convesation/argument/wdv..:
pra: Shuddup lar.. at least im better den a mat(intended towards me) rite?
me: u? haha..(laffing)
pra: wadever.. at least im better den a mat rite(notice d repetition man! he's runnin out of words evn b4 i start!) wad do you call a mat in a ferrari? a car theif.
me: wa wa wa.. veri.. haha.. prassatt trying to taunt me
pra: wadever, mat! wad do u call a malay in a ferrari? a car theif (repetition again! hahax.. but i starting 2 get pissed.. he insult me, i dun care.. but dun get my race involved man! i mean, getting ur race insulted is damn insulting, but getting ur race insulted by a pile of SHIT? way oover d limit man!)
niweas, i wanted 2 juz shout out wad was in my mind leadi.. but i got lots of bitchy, insulting phrases to choose frm.. but i was choosing carefully, trying not to get any racist intonation wdv.. niweas, greg cut in ar.. n he said:
greg: wad do u call prassatt in a Ferrari? Shit. wad do u call prasatt in a merc? Shit..
n he ranted on an on abt prassat=shit jokez.. n i was like laffing n rolling on d floor sia... hahax
ydae..
*curse* ydae was SUPPOSED to be kenal suai for PBMIR.. it was supposedly frm 9 am to 5 pm or sumtin.. niwes, i cudn make it in d morning.. so i told afzhal n naem d day b4 dat i coming over after sembayang jumaat, coz got urgent projectwork to do(which was true!).. niweas, it was sum english pair work ar.. me n greg did it together at my hse.. niweas, like i said, it ended a bit late.. so i skipped sembayang jumaat, den took a taxi to skool wif greg, cost abt 12 bux.. 10-2 split.. but.. when i reached skool syafiq n adly was laffin at me ar.. wadahell.. first i tot sumtin abt my pe shirt or sumtin, coz i tucked in juz in case got prefect ard.. den when i tucking out dey khairul saw my stud belt.. n he was like wa wa wa.. n i was like w d v.. niwaes, rupe-rupenyer, d kenalsuai finished BEFORE friday prayers.. damnit man.. wasted 12 buxz.. actually 10 bux, coz greg paid d other 2 bux.. niweas, my point is not abt d ten bux ar.. bloody hell... dey cud hav told me dat d thingy da habes rite? but NO, dey din.. by d time i got there, oni got adly, khai, syafiq n farish playing their pathetic soccer.. i mean, wadahell.. dah lah bilang pasal d kenal suai last minute.. 10.00pm d nite b4! bloody hell.. n de rest were informed on monday or sumtin.. dats wad i heard.. n den i told dem i coming late, d least dey cud hav done when dey finish was SMS me.. i mean, its like 5 cents! i mean, do dey still regard me as part of d PBM? itz supposed to be persatuan budaya MELAYU for crying out loud! MALAY cultural society.. im still a malay okay, evn tho i technically m a javanese.. d last time i remembered, when i wanted to quit, dey dun let.. now, dey treat me like shit.. fck ar.. im not being emotional or atnh ar.. but when i smsed afzhal when i got to skool, he say not his fault.. fck ar.. n den.. hmm.. lemme c.. wad did he say? "Fuck e mat talk ar! Not my fault right? I didn noe can end so early".. sumtin liddat.. im like Wadever man! damn lame ar.. juz coz i put 'dok', 'sak' and all dat crap duzn mean im a mat man.. evn if i was, not his prob rite?oh yar.. i happen to hav a carrabiner-did i spell it rite?- on my bag ar.. n adly was like claiming "semangat ar tu.. ikot-ikot aku.." wadahell? speaking of ego man! when da HELL did i ikot him? hahax.. i found dat carrabiner or wdv in d malay rm last yr or last2 year, so i juz decided to hang it on my bag.. n i hung it there coz my otherwise i cudn hang my chain properly on my bag.. sheesh.. hahax.. heck care.. i m i, aku adalah aku, mere ek mere.. hahax.. crappin..
niweas, got 2 upcoming BayanA performances.. 26 feb.. 2.00pm at NUS, night at canberra.. lemme write d juara chorus.. damn funky.. as usual..
Di langit jelas kelihatan...
Bintang-bintang berkelipan...
Dibayangi si sang rembulan...
Ditemani kepulan awan..
Jangan biarkan bersendirian,
Bintang-bintang berkelipan,
Capailah ia, gapailah ia,
Untuk dicapai...
Selagi terdaya...
strummed the guitar at 2/12/2005 03:39:00 PM
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Happiness is not a tended rose
Amid the prescient beauty of a garden:
Perhaps one senses soon some gate may close;
Perhaps one senses soon the earth will harden.
Years come and go like waves upon a shore,
Violent or peaceful with the wind.
After one has given up on more,
Love waits within the heart, its passion thinned.
Even in a passage void of light,
Nether windings black with rage and grief,
There are waters sweet with lost delight
In which one finds a strong, serene belief.
No happiness can overcome life's pain
Except one love, and let love give life again.
strummed the guitar at 2/10/2005 10:49:00 AM
