Togetherness

August 22, 2008

More like hungerness. Eh. Hungerness kepe. HUNGER LA DEY. ENGLISH FAIL. Whatev. Now that EXAMS ARE OVERRRRRRRRR I actually have time to READ/SHOOT/READ/JOURNAL/JOURNAL/SHOOT/SHOOT/SHOOT/SHOOT/HAVE A LIFE/HAHAHHA.

&do lots of catching up with you=)

Especially you.

*aherm*Nabila Huba*aherm*

Oh yea. Attachment. HAHAHAH.

Balls.

Time now: 2:15am. I am hungry as balls.

I’m serious when I’m hungry. Only Atiah understands =( UNLIKE SOME PEOPLE…

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Sick to my stomach

August 15, 2008

Dude.what happened to you :\

Studying with Sabrina brings out the worst in me. Worth repetition.

Idk, man. Everytime she picks up her phone to reply to a text message or to answer a call, I get this stabs of jealousy, a frightening characteristic I never knew I possess! It’s like everytime her attention gets to anything else but me, or her bio textbook(can’t compete with Martini; her paper is next week), I get severely pissed off.

This is not the time, man. This is not the time.

You know the feeling. Like your chest gunna tear open &send your heart soaring into the sky. Your body gets as light as feather &you’re floating. It’s scary; you wanna hold on. You’re not ready. But it’s freeing. Cause you know, it’s only gunna get sweeter from here.

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Bad taste

August 2, 2008

Why so bitter, Mister?

Marques Houston - Circle

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I baked some spaghetti today. It turned out crunchy. (Sorry, Rash!XP)

I want a photoshoot with the whole class please? Yes, inclusive of our very sexy mentor Andy Ong. Please please please please pleeeeease!!!!!!!!!! I promise I’ll leave you guys the fuck alone after that. Hahahahahahaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I swear I’ll miss every fucking one of you.

The one I call mother

July 28, 2008

Just so you know I am THIS close to calling the child abuse line, MOMMIE.

The hell. The one I call mother.

Lazy Saturday

July 26, 2008

“Are you a lesbian?”
“That’s right.”
“That’s hot.”
“Ok.”

Who that silhouette of a small, skinny dude by the elevator belonged to anyways. Heh. (Cheers to my bad eyesight.)

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When you were here before, couldn’t look you in the eye
Just like an angel, your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather in a beautiful world
I wish I was special, you’re so fucking special

You know how when you see someone, &then your heart skips a beat? You choke on your own voice. You’re not even sure that you’re breathing &your train of thoughts go all haywire. &then she’s gone… You forgot what you were doing before you saw her. You took a moment to find your ground. Your friends are waiting for you to come back down. Damn, such extraordinary moment, I thought I’d only dream of. But it happened to me today.

K, so in summary..

June 30, 2008

Today yours truly was strangled by The Insane Woman. Haha. Hai, no matter how much she loves me, Kama can never be, has never been, a fan of my ‘fro. WHYYEEE. WHAT DOES IT TAKE FOR YOU TO EMBRACE ITTTTT. Ceh, macam p.

July is gunna be a bloody one. Trust you me.

You people had better not be up to anything stupid on the 5th of July. Seriously. &seriously, you three are creepy acting all chummy with one another like that..

8)

OMG. I thought I’m daring(what’s with writing so openly), BUT CLEARLY AISYA FARID IS CRAZIER. (Kama &Zaf go, “YES YES.” Never have they agreed on anything so fiercely.)