green is beautiful

this is so bad, really. my latest piece of artwork.

what i did during reading week part 2

i bought this from ebay. internet shopping will take over the world one day (:

most awesome selipar jipun ever.

izza managed to obtain a fat but cute stuffed owl

*interruption*

"ITS A FUKIN DOORSTOP MAAAAAL." lmfao.

a very stressful study session and my hopeless attempt to pout. epic fail you could say.

they were studying ketones and shit while i was studying vanity through izza's mirror.

the poster says it all.

what i did during reading week

two lovely ladies i love. x

happy birthday to nawawi bolhassan

outcomes

• pasta, gooooood.
• didnt go for seminar, awful.
• milzam's birthday, acceptable.
• hair, too annoying.
• shopping with izza, fun as always.
• wafiy, even more annoying than hair.
• peace on earth, never achieved.
• x

this was on thursday 11/01/10

i woke up at 6am today.

decided it was too ridiculously early.

dozed off again.

woke up at 8. hell, still too damn early.

slept again.

10ish. fucking fuckit why can't i just stay in my dreams?

woke up.

saw some stressed out bitch who looks like she needs to pee.

oh it was just my wall mirror. double fucking fuckit.

you know whats annoying?

i sneezed like a million times today.

well not literally a million times.

but it felt like a million times.

i hate.

i had no facial tissue so i had to keep taking toilet roll from the bathroom.

wiping my nose with what was intended to wipe butts.

pathetic.

note to self: buy tissues.

there are no fancy hotels to steal from in Canterbury :(

ah-chooo!

fff-

ah-choo!!

-uhhh-

ah-choo!!!

-akk this cold -.-

lecture at 11am was cancelled due to heavy snow.

there was something wrong with my kentmail today so i received the message saying lecture was cancelled well past 2pm.

but thank god i didnt went.

it pays to be lazyy.

would have looked like an idiot if i went into Rutherford Lecture Theater 1 all alone.

sweet dull memoirs

again i caught myself staring into empty space. wth am i doing?

sometimes i wish i was back in brunei, sitting on the corners of those dirty pavements that were so unfriendly to our white school uniforms.

relishing that familiar smell of brunei despite the humid heat and dust that surrounds me. looking at the cars zooming by, some with their windows down, rnb blaring more than sufficiently loud.

a slight turn of the head at the sound of boys playing street futsal nearby. shouting unnecessary abuses just for the sake of the game.

just love it when the day turns orange and soon a deep crimson in transition to the magrib period when you can hear that familiar azan in the distant mosque. children running back inside obeying the call of babu.

a very much welcomed text message inviting you to an easy on the wallet trip to pasar malam, where the smoke from the ikan salai intoxicates you and savour the scents of kueh melayu and satay.

across the road, a few dull puddles here and there, in a country blessed with equatorial rain all year round.

awkward corridor

AKU KAN MANDI WA MANDI.....!!!!

a stroke of pms

i have been plagued by people with little or no sense of maturity at all. i go about doing my own shit and these 'adults' splatter their childish anger on me as if i am the daughter of the devil. thankyou for the professional attention. therefore, i would like to dedicate a song to you guys for being so awesome in my book.

when i grow up i wanna be stupid

when i grow up i wanna blame others

when i grow up, i don't actually grow up

but act like a child...

be careful what you wish for cause you just might get it..

in the arse.

go fuck yourself.

and another shoutout

and i miss you aiez j.

happy birthday atiqah ismail

30 01 2010

i love you

x

(sorry i stole the pic from facebook, you do what you gotta do)

shoutout

THANKS JILL (: (: (: