Friday, December 31, 2010

ooh la

oh yeah, duit dah masuk. oh yeah, im gonna shop till drop

eh tak

im gonna spend the money wisely. you can count on me. tee heee

and oh, before i forget, ive been meaning to talk of obsession, but, as im really in rush, touch few on that ok kot. ok, i am sick of everyone's current obsession, "Khairul Fahmi". yeah, he is a great footballer, and has this great huge sexy shoulders and so?  i don't loathe him, i am cool with him. but im sick of his insecure gf, his fan who talk about him all day long in fb. pejadah. kalau ye bernafsu pon, tak boleh masturbate diam-diam?

keji.

ok. its, shopping time! tullllluuuuuuu~~

Thursday, December 30, 2010

on the other side of misery

right at this moment, i am not suppose to be here, because i supposedly should be in class, Linguistic 2 (Syntax and Semantic). hee, well, its obvious enough, that i am not going to class, which i regret the most, because i overslept, and the fact that i thought the class starts at 10, was merely a myth and eventually the lust for sleep has gone and so here i am, blogging and ranting.

i'll be doing William Shakespeare, finally, for this semester. i am so excited to meet this 500 year old man and i know, its going to be tough, man. the assignment task has been given to us, in which we have to create a blog that rants about this man. the other task is to stage a scene from his play, which i am into of doing it, but for the sake of group members, i digress the thought. so, the blog, has not been set set up yet, still thinking of some cool names to be made as title and once i manage to do that, i'll share the link.

the whole thing bout my minor course, that i ranted about in the previous post, has already settled. hoorah! apparently, we still cannot take the subject that we were supposed to be doing (script writing, which i really want to take), however me and friends are opted to take one the major paper of communication school (promotion writing) to convert it as our minor, and the lecturer has agreed to accept us as her students. ho-yeah! Thank Lord.

as 2010 almost comes to the end, this is the moment that some women goes wild by just seeing the big red, bold sign of SALE. i really hope that the pt will be banked in today, because i am really in need of new-undecided-things, that are way cheaper at this season. don't worry, i'll be at my best behaviour to buy only the necessities and i'll do whatever it takes to restrain the lust of promotion items. the past has taught me so much, that shopaholic is not cool.
okay then. an entry without any harsh word, which doesn't sound like me. like it?

good day, everyone :)

Sunday, December 26, 2010

drowsily wander in the wake field

i suppose to have a long good sleep after almost 24 hours of stay awake yesterday. i should be on the bed tug in the blanket, as my room is cold enough to make my friend sleeps soundly and not yet awake.

i should be aren't i?

when i slept after subuh prayer, i should not be off from bed at 9, because i should still be wandering in the slumber land, throwing the baggage i have on this shoulder. i should be hopping vigorously at the wheat field that is so beautifully painted or indulging myself with imaginary drooling foods. i should not online and blog and whine, blog, rant and whine.

these have to be put an end, tell ya, not good for your gallant soul.

maybe because i am so 'runsing' until i lost the appetite to  drowsily sleeping. 'runsing' with the minor subject that should not be clashed with the core paper. and i am in the final semester, what? need me to extend just to take that fucking paper. eat my faeces, ass hole!!


another reason could be, bcus i am used to wake up early back at home. 

alas, i should be optimistic. every problem has solution aite. look like i have to arm my gut with the most convincing persuasive speech to compose to you, deary lecturer.

let me entertain

end of my holiday, back in Penang after 15 hours travel of many pit stops. am now at my desk, lit by the study lamp while listening to a friend's snore, trying to find proper words to cuss and to whine about the shortest break ever. obviously, there are helluva lot of things to rant about, and i have to narrow the all shitty days to find the shittiest day to be enunciated it proudly in this blog a.k.a the rage bin, cuss storage, the nothingness land. or perhaps, i could just hastily throw out everything, scatter the fury little bit her, another bit there. better, that way eh. 

welcome, welcome and let me schmooze you with my dark tale.

which i won't tell anyone actually, not even spill it out in this blog unless it is inevitable and irrevocably spilled when i am off guards or drunks by madness. for many reasons i try to keep it as my biggest secret, apparently this has became the root of my greatest fear and that, of course, is a whole lot misery life i have.

no, i am not being molested, sexually abused or to some extent paranoid of men. no, no, not belong to such miseries. mine, is less tragic but sadist enough to make people treat me well, or the opposite of polite.

if there is a heavenly refuge that is specialized to some psychotic with bad family history, i am gonna register myself in, forever. i am tired of drama but i am left with no other option that is to keep it, though it hard to swallow.

life is fucking unfair.

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Saturday, December 4, 2010

flu to everyone, eh.

i am not feeling well. had sore throat and a runny nose. because i am not feeling well, i acted like a jerk, real jerk that i secretly believe that people see me as an arrogant loathsome bastard. i don't want to talk to anyone. i just want to talk to the micro me who controls the macro 'moon' and the mini moon sits in the frontal lobe with an excessive large monitor plugged by my two eyes to control my behaviour, my action, my devilish manner and so i am thinking, which one is the devil, the mini or the giant?

rationally speaking, this is not me who did the writing, the thinking or the talking. this is not me because i know myself more than anyone else and so this is the Moody Mad Eye, in version of moon, handsomer and prettier than the HP version. after lots of thinking, i came out with two theories of how i've becoming the mad moon, 1st) i am not feeling well, and 2nd) i am about to reach the brutal period of PMS. so what i did, is brutally discarded all the conversation with friends. with a straight line on my face, i offer no mercy.

and that is so selfish! i know.

i just arrived from Langkawi, last night. had a program for three days there. the program was great, beneficial to the future sake of every final year student. we had a session of mock interview, and i just want to say that i did great. i am confident, i am extraordinarily charming, energetic, and i am too awesome to be described. SUPERBLY AWESOME. suffice to say, i am positive that i will be successful one day. even though, at this exact moment, there are a lot more to work on myself, to improve the academic, upgrade the awesomeness, and annihilate the angst little by little, but i believe that soon i will reach the glory of awesomeness.

as souvenirs from Langkawi to family in Seremban, i bought chocolates, and i brought maladies too. miahahaha.

hah-chiewwww!!