reach forward, bend backward

yes, i promise i will study with you this weekend. i promise i promise.

some teachers just know how to get on my nerves. especially on that one who seems to be doubting my abilities. I'll show him. I'll get a fucking A for GP. then we'll see who has the last laugh. the new indian muslim stall in school sells awesome briyanni. hehe.

if your love letters are a bit smashed, blame the bus driver. i fell down in the bus.

thanks for the company. :) sweet.

and if you leave me, you leave me broken shattered i lie

i miss feeling high. thanks for the surprise yesterday. it made me feel good about the day.

mr paul chow is a weird man. don't ask me why. he was picking on marcus and 10 minutes later, he asked,' by the way, there was a boy named marcus in this class, right?' and we all started laughing like idiots. thanks ah.

make me smile and squint my eyes in the bright sun. and laugh until i'm breathless. hug you till my arms are tired. run till you finally catch me.

i'm just a shot, then we can die.

clap your hands say yeah!

i need to run long distance more. but then my ankle would be in agony. pishposh.

i miss someone really really badly. and to you: thanks for understanding what happened eons of years ago. and for patiently waiting for me to forget that guy.

i want to play handball. i miss handball. can all ex bbss-ians come together for a handball tournament? or can innova start teaching handball? i miss handball.

i dare you to tell me to walk on fire

would you? i love badly drawn boy. i think the songs are nice. and the videos are quirky. and i love goose. british mode is cool. especially that 3d thing.

talking to him was relieving. because i realised that there are a lot of pentup frustrations that were bothering me. and a lot of questions. but he seemed to be able to ease them out. i don't know how. i don't care. thanks a million hun.you're the greatest. i'll miss the conversations ok?

dear ms hilton,

i don't think you can ever have the best guy in the world. hawhawhaw. so good luck ms hilton, looking for the next best guy. (cue: evil laughter)

someone thinks that i'm rich and spoilt. i am not spoilt. i do know how to use an ez-link card. i do not expect to be chaffeured everywhere i go. actually, i prefer to travel on my own using the public transport system, even if i'm a bit selengeh sometimes with it. so bear with me. just because my parents have steady jobs, i am not rich. just because everythingin my life is paid for, i am not spoilt. i do not demand my expectations to be met. just because i'm willing to lend that person $15. seriously, i don't care about the money. you need the books. so just take the money and not worry about your education! if i've lent one friend $170 to buy a graphing calculator (which is a hell waste of money) it's really no big deal. even if you don't pay me back, i don't mind. unless you want to get punished by your teachers. accept the money! please. for both our sakes. sigh.

i hate arguing. so let's not argue anymore. it's killing me. world, say hello to the political delegate from pakistan for singapore model united nations. jonathan brother will be germany. we are meant to meet at any event that has to do with history. hahahaha!

shaky hands, butter fingers

coming back to school after a drug-filled break, is, well, enough to make me have withdrawal symptoms. i spent the day nursing shivering hands are wobbly feet. not good zafirah. i'm losing control. talked to an old friend. and we're ok. after so many little arguments over stupid insignificant things. we got our emotions out of the question. because friendships involving emotions are high-strung and tend to end badly for me. for both parties. that's that.

i'm becoming more and more in love with floorball now. because of the fact that we have many j1's who have joined. what's more touching is that there are girls from the class that i became ogl of. (go o732a!) lovely. spotted little brother once last week. and found out that we are both selected for this year's singapore model united nations. (SiMUN) haha. i think it's fated for the both of us to join anything that is history-related. hope to have fun with you little brother. it's been a long time sinced i contacted him. i wonder how the new mi campus is working for him. i can type very fast.

for once, i did something right. for once, i don't feel like a failure. even with a crappy essay, zafirah has miraculously managed to get a band 1 for her history international history essay. if you don't know what it constitutes, let me read the band descriptor:

- must be relevant to the subject
- consistently analytical, not narrative
- facts support the analysis
- well linked.

claps for me! haha. i'm being so lost today. even my closest friend noticed that i was not myself and beyond help when he chatted with me today. lost. empty.

goodnight. goodnight

shaky hands, butter fingers

coming back to school after a drug-filled break, is, well, enough to make me have withdrawal symptoms. i spent the day nursing shivering hands are wobbly feet. not good zafirah. i'm losing control. talked to an old friend. and we're ok. after so many little arguments over stupid insignificant things. we got our emotions out of the question. because friendships involving emotions are high-strung and tend to end badly for me. for both parties. that's that.

i'm becoming more and more in love with floorball now. because of the fact that we have many j1's who have joined. what's more touching is that there are girls from the class that i became ogl of. (go o732a!) lovely. spotted little brother once last week. and found out that we are both selected for this year's singapore model united nations. (SiMUN) haha. i think it's fated for the both of us to join anything that is history-related. hope to have fun with you little brother. it's been a long time sinced i contacted him. i wonder how the new mi campus is working for him. i can type very fast.

for once, i did something right. for once, i don't feel like a failure. even with a crappy essay, zafirah has miraculously managed to get a band 1 for her history international history essay. if you don't know what it constitutes, let me read the band descriptor:

- must be relevant to the subject
- consistently analytical, not narrative
- facts support the analysis
- well linked.

claps for me! haha. i'm being so lost today. even my closest friend noticed that i was not myself and beyond help when he chatted with me today. lost. empty.

goodnight. goodnight

not for the faint-hearted.

It's been a long time since I updated. The blog is dead. But who cares. I'm writing this to please myself. Being friends with Yanni does have its good points. I tend to be numb to people's criticism and negative remarks and retorts. You say all those things. Maybe it's because you don't know me well enough to figure me out. You can write and entire hate entry about me. You can announce to the world all my bad traits. I couldn't give a damn. But before you get all high and mighty about me, take a long look in the mirror and realise that you're not a saint yourself either. So don't be self-righteous and use me as an epitome of all the evil in the world. The worst part is that you had to bring him into the picture. I don't need your opinion about how he looks. Because you don't even know us. You don't even know my personality. You don't even know the first thing about me that will help you survive one day with me. So shut up. I know. My blog, my views. Your blog, your views. But let me remind, little missy, you're the most shallow thing that ever walked the earth.

what a way to start the new year. thank you. School starts tomorrow then. cheers.