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Thursday, December 24, 2009 @ 11:16
Adios Amigos If you're even remotely interested, then CLICK HERE. If you wanna stay here then have fun reading the archives! And if you're a random person who doesn't like me, or rather people like me, then go ahead and use my tagboard as an avenue to churn out all your pent up profanities if it makes you feel better. And after doing so, don't forget to leave a link to your blog. I mean, anyone in their right mind would definitely expose themselves after attacking someone verbally behind their computer screens. Here's a tip if you want your vulgar statement to be more impactful. For e.g if you want to type fuck, don't just simply type fuck because it will just come out as **** on the tagboard. Take 'shiqah for example. It's good that she spaced out the f u c k but the other words just came out like *****. How am i supposed to feel offended when i can't even read that, right? So it'd be better to space out your words or maybe add fullstops in between each letter and if you want to make a greater impression USE CAPITAL LETTERS. Compare fuck you and FUCK YOU! See what i mean? Forgive me for being so vulgar in this post. Monday, September 28, 2009 @ 13:07
Twilight Omens in my life When i received a message that Geog lesson today was cancelled i was ecstatic. After spending my Sunday clad in baju kurung and trotting around in high heels in the sweltering heat, i needed plenty of sleep to compensate for the drastic loss of energy. This morning Shahilia called and she said the reason why Geog was cancelled was because the Geog teachers were having an emergency meeting. Apparently we did much worse for prelim 2 that they had to come up with an urgent strategy to help us get decent grades for A levels. I had no idea we were in such a dire state. I'd like to think i did better for prelim 2 Geog paper, for the essays at least because i knew i screwed up the DRQs. Boring stuffs aside now, its been so long since i've blogged. I've missed out on a series of interesting things that have been happening in my life! Like the multitude of ordeals i had to go through during Ramadhan, the day i turned 18 and the array of peculiar and scary dreams i've been having. I didn't even get to say Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri. Ok so now i've said it. So anyway, the reason why i'm here again after such a long time is because i don't want people to think that i've died or something. I know i've been really reclusive and non-existent as of late, i have no idea why. Actually i do have an idea why. I'm suffering from MCS! MCS = Middle Child Syndrome. I've been researching on it and its a condition whereby the middle child is a social recluse and prefers to be alone. So that's it, sounds so much like who i am. I'd love to tell stories about my Hari Raya experience but there's not much time, my Geog homework is waiting. So i didn't really socialise with my relatives(as usual) but it was still interesting nonetheless. One of my granduncles, who was in a coma for the past year, has recently revived or ressurected or whatever you say for someone who has woken up from a coma. When i came to his house, he didn't recognise me so he asked who i am. I said i was Nadiah and he was like "Oh Nadiah! Wah you so big already ah!", i just laughed nervously because he was quite freaky and i was a bit scared. Then he suddenly said, "Do you know that i died already, and i came back to life?" What a way to start a conversation. Saturday, August 01, 2009 @ 19:41
This is Ridikulus! On Wednesday i fell when i was "diving" so now, whenever i sit on hard surfaces, the bone of my butt is in agony. And "diving" here is a code word, so it is not its actual meaning. Therefore, you may not know what it means here unless i put it into context. But of course i will not do that because if i do, my secret will be unveiled! Hence, thou shall remain unenlightened. Then at night i had a very peculiar dream. I dreamt that i met up with Voldermort. Me: I would like to be a Death Eater. Voldermort: Are you sure? *saying with a tone of concern(surprisingly!)* Me: Erm..i want to but i'm quite scared. Voldermort: Oh that's not a problem. You can watch the other Death Eaters train while you make up your mind. While i was watching the Death Eaters train, my dream changed entirely so there was no conclusion there. On Thursday, i fast to pay my fasting debt from previous fasting months. But alot of things angered and annoyed me. Actually it's only one thing, but that one thing annoyed me repeatedly. Of course, when one fasts, one can't eat nor drink, thus one tends to get hungry. And a hungry man is an angry man. Same goes for me. A hungry Nadiah is an angry Nadiah. But the thing about fasting is that one has to control his/her temper. Therefore, i had to suppress my anger and could not curse if anything annoys me. Unfortunately, i was already annoyed in the morning when Umbridge asked me to pay up my school fees. If she had asked me nicely, i wouldn't have bothered. But she complained about me not paying up the school fees as if i were a bane to her existence. Anyway, it is certainly not my responsibility to pay up, it is my parents'. So her efforts in demanding me to pay the school fees is undoubtedly futile. Its like a student vehemently demanding a teacher to change the A Level syllabus. If i ever do that, she'll probably shrug and say "No choice lor. You still have to take A levels like that lor." But of course i maintained my veneer of composure and did not utter a single swear word, although there were undercurrents of wrath and indignation. I really felt like Avada Kedavra-ing her! But then the magnanimous side of me begins to surface and i wish that she has a happier life. There are so many levels on which people can be annoying; there are short-term and long-term ones, tolerable and intolerable ones. But hers is extreme and i guess there might be a reason for it, though i do no wish to venture into it. On Friday, i got up at 4.30am, planning to fast. But my instincts said no, so i didn't fast. Then i switched on my recently-resurrected computer and to my shock and horror; the computer screen was blank, though the cursor of the mouse was still there. I had no idea what went wrong so i switched it off and switched it on again. I chose the safe mode to see if it will work. And it did! But that's what i thought. So i typed my testimonial, plagiarising a few bits from my O levels one. Halfway through, i wanted to save it because i feared at the thought of losing it along the way. I moved my cursor up to save it, but again, to my shock and horror; I could no save it! I was too consumed with dread, i don't know whether to scream or to cry. I felt like hitting the computer with a hockey stick. I felt like throwing it down from the tallest building in Singapore and go down along with it. After staring at the computer, i recovered my tranquility and decided to re-write whatever i have typed on a piece of paper, which was a waste of time. In school i couldn't stop thinking of my computer problem. The computer had just been repaired a few days ago and it was alright until i switched it on that morning so if anything goes wrong, i'm the most likely culprit. I kept thinking: Dear Allah, please help me. I know i have not been a good Muslim, instead of praying 5 times a day, i pray like 3 times a day but please please guide me through these challenges and enlighten me on how to solve my problems. I really don't know whether i should tell my father about the computer problem, i'm afriad he'll flip! Besides, as an almost-18 year old, i think i should be matured enough to take on my own problems. Accompanied my mum to the hospital after school. While waiting for her turn, i watched the TV even though it was quite useless because i couldn't hear a thing. Then there was this advertisement on Happy Nurse's Day which made my day because Haizad the cute nurse/Suria actor was in it! There's a DVD sale at Causeway Point, the one Shahilia told me about and i decided to look through it, in my attempt to search for V for Vendetta. I browsed through and all i could see was Korean and Chinese DVDs and a few English DVDs, some of which with Chinese subtitles. Then i got lazy to look through so i just went up to the cashier people. Me: Excuse me, do you sell V for Vendetta? DVD girl: Huh? *looks at me in blank incomprehension* Me: V for Vendetta. DVD girl: Err..Huh? V for what? Me: V for Vendetta. *I don't know whether my voice was not clear enough or whether she's just retarded* DVD girl: Oh no, don't have. DVD guy: But i got V for Veronica (then DVD girl laughs) I didn't kow how to react to that. I was torn between a) faking a laughter, b) asking him whether that was a joke and c) asking him whether in that case, does he have V for Vagina as well? But in the end, all i did was: stare at him sardonically and said "Oh, okay." My font size is too small and its really getting on my nerves but there's nothing i can do about it coz Blogger is fucked up at the moment. Friday, July 17, 2009 @ 14:28
The Gate Revolution I know the school is trying their best to mitigate the number of H1N1 cases and ensure their students' safety and what not, but closing the side gates for the entire day after 7.50am is just not practical and it is really getting on my nerves. The school's location is actually quite convenient; there's a bustop right outside and it's close to the main road. But this convenience is obsolete without the side gates. It is the damn side gates that makes our(students') lives easier! And by closing the side gates, we are forced or obliged to walk by the main gate which is not exactly near the main road. It faces some wannabe teletubby hill, without teletubbies, and the sun is not some adorably irritating baby that chuckles every now and then. The sun is just horridly hot and irritating most of the time. I don't mind walking the long distance, but the sun is just too much to handle sometimes. And even though there's a bustop outside the main gate area, its only for bus 900A which is specially provided for us, the Sports School people and maybe the Innova Pri kids. Of course, for the bus company, it will not be productive efficient if they make regular rounds to that area since most of us will be in school and there's no point in making the bus drive an extra distance. Because of this, the bus only comes round in the morning and the afternoons, probably at about 4 or 5pm. But what about us who end school at, say, 2pm? The sun is still up there and excruciatingly hot at that point of time. And without the bus making their rounds to the main gate area, that leaves us with no other option but to walk the long way in the sweltering heat. I do know that the sun is good for us, but that implies to the morning sun! After that, the harmful UV rays dominates and then we'll be prone to skin cancer! So what's the opportunity cost here? Is it worth it to expose us to skin cancer just to "attempt" to mitgate swine flu? Maybe i might have exaggerated a little bit about the skin cancer. But really, i don't see how closing the side gates will stop swine flu from spreading. Someone in the school has already been tested positive. Oh, that just proves how effective this closing gate regime is. If they close the side gates to stop outsiders from coming in, i see no point in entirely locking it. The side gates have already been intelligently constructed to be locked from outside while the people in the school are able to open it. So why can't we just stick to that? Even if the school doesn't want to unlock the side gates at all times, they should at least arrange a few designated timings to unlock the gates. At least this gives the gatekeepers a little bit more job to do. And this may also prevent students from climbing out of the gate. Though i don't see why we can't climb out of the gate. Its different from climbing in because 'climbing in' would mean that we're intruders who are breaking into the school compounds. But in this case, we're already in the school and we're climbing the gate to get out. Maybe climbing the gate to get out makes us seem like prisoners escaping from jail. But technically, we're not parallel to Mas Selamat here because we do have the right to exit the school after our classes end. Its just that the 'climbers' choose a different way to do that. Yes, climbing the gate is risky. We might fall and break a few bones. But that's life. There's a risk to everything we do and there's nothing we can do to evade the risks. So what can the school do to stop the students from climbing out? They can start by opening the damn side gates! Usually, i'd feel slightly wary about teachers reading my blog but in this case, i really don't mind. Read all you want, at least you'll know what we students have to go through and what we're thinking. We are the ones who witness firsthand the atrocities of a bad system. Ok maybe not that dramatic but i hope i got the point across. And if this message does not reach the school authorities, i guess my friends and i will have to meet them personally and speak our minds. This is quite fun actually, its like starting a revolution, though not as significant. Monday, July 13, 2009 @ 17:52
I have a pro(m)blem And the seventy-five dollar question is: TO PROM OR NOT TO PROM? p.s. Bitches! We need a decision and a masterplan fast! Monday, July 06, 2009 @ 18:18
TV: Terrible Vaudeville Last night as i was re-reading Brave New World in the living room, the television was on, my dad and sister watching War of the Worlds. Don't ask me why i was reading in the living room whereby the television was an obvious distraction. Oh this reminds me of a quote i learned during GP lecture; "Television; a medium. So called because it is neither rare nor well done". My eyes were darting through the pages of that sci-fi dystopian novel "The principle of sleep-teaching, or hypnopaedia, had been discovered." The DHC made an impressive pause then i looked up at the TV screen and Tom Cruise was hiding in the basement with Dakota Fanning and this fat old man clad in a singlet. They were hiding from the evil aliens which invaded Earth, those bloody aliens. Then this serpent-like alien came into the basement, searching for human flesh and the fat old man clad in a singlet(i think i should just label him FOM) wanted to slash it with a hammer but Tom Cruise didn't want to attract attention so he screamed silently "No no don't do that you sonofabitch, you'll just make him angrier and then he'll kill you, you dumbass!" then Tom Cruise motioned for the FOM to come over, mouthing "Now come over here, darling, come here" so the FOM came over to his side and then my eyes went back to the book and the Director made a sign of the T of his stomach and my eyes went back up and Tom, Dakota and the FOM were hiding behind a mirror so that serpent-like alien won't be able to see them. At first it worked but Dakota's stupid leg had to slide over the floorboard and the alien sensed some movement so i got scared and went back to the book and They thought that the hypnopaedia could be made an instrument of intellectual education and i shouted "Argh fuck it!" in my head, that is, so i put the book down and succumbed to the overwhelming attraction of the televison. I love books and all but sometimes.. the television.. is just.. too.. IRRESISTABLE! P.s. I'm sorry Aldous Huxley, your book is absolutely intriguing but the War of the Worlds movie beats your book P.p.s. I wish television could be made an instrument of intellectual education Summer Test may be over but Prelim1 is not over. It's not over cause a part of me is in the ground... Wednesday, July 01, 2009 @ 19:33
Too Fool For School I used to find this song annoying but i don't know why i'm suddenly addicted to it now. This is all your fault, Shahilia! Anyway here's the video. I think it's hilarious, you may not see the humour in it though coz all you see is boobs and legs. And the disco stick! Look at the last part when she actually wore pants! So weird. And look at the way she grabs her crotch hahaha. So anyway its back to school and the extended holiday is only for those who travelled to certain countries. I think Singapore should be included in that list of countries coz last time i checked, there were already 600+ cases. Maybe by the time i type this, the number has already quadrapled. So if Singapore is included in that list, then technically all of us should get the extended holiday. But forget it i've already taken 4 exam papers. It's not that bad to be back in school coz at least i know Fitri's still alive although she seems to be half dead most of the time. Throughout the holidays i never saw her nor could i contact her. None of us could contact her. She lives in JB but it seems like she's living in some thick rainforest in Borneo. Just now in school... Lina P: Bla bla bla bla bla.....under scrutinity Hahaha looks like Lina is still infected with MWS. What's MWS you ask? You don't know and don't need to know. Because why? It's an inside joke because its not an outside joke. I think there's a pimple in my nose. It hurts everytime i dig it. Don't judge me! I know you all are closet nose diggers too. Though i've seen people doing it in public, which makes me question how civilised our society is. I told Shahilia and Fitri and they laughed. Then they said, probably its not a pimple probably its a growth or something. I don't know which is worse! I'd rather have a pimple coz "growth" has the connotations of tumour. Talking about nose-digging, i actually know a few people who've eaten their booger aka nose shit. The texture is abit like buah asam and the taste is salty. If you're curious, go dig, pick and lick! Its so embarassing when your stomach grumbles in the middle of an exam paper. Especially when you're doing your exam in the lecture theatre, because it's so silent and enclosed so people around you can hear your stomach grumbling. But i'm glad to know i wasn't the only one with the noisy stomach. Once, my stomach grumbled so loud, the whole lecture theatre could hear. Okay no lar, but the people surrounding me could hear and at that moment i was afraid they would think i farted or something so i just acted cool and pretended i didn't hear anything. No exam paper tomorrow = No school! Saturday, June 27, 2009 @ 10:35
Long Live the King of Pop Received a message from Lina P yesterday morning, saying that Michael Jackson died. I was skeptical at first, thinking it was one of those fake news that sick people like to cook up to make fun of celebrities. So i called my dad and he said he'd heard the news too. Then i called my grandma and she said yea MJ died and Farah Fawcett too though i couldn't care less about the latter. I switched on the radio and the DJ was talking about MJ's death and how Madonna was crying incessantly. I was like, FUCK! MJ DIED! That managed to spoil my mood in the morning. Then i thought, it's better that he died. No matter how rich he was, i don't think he was happy living his life with all the bad press about him and all those jerks who kept accusing him of child molest and kept sueing him. Those bloody bastards just want to scrape off his fortune. JERKS! I hope they spend the money buying lots of McDonald's meals for themselves which will clog up their arteries and then die of heart attack. Let's see if they can sue McDonald's when they're in their deathbed, they like to sue people so much right. And if they get to live a good life with MJ's fortune in this world, then i hope they'll be sent to damnation in the hereafter. But that will be up to Allah so yeah Insya'allah! Anyway, i heard that it was confirmed that MJ converted and he was a Muslim before he died. So if that news is really truly true, then may Allah give him a better life hereafter, one that he deserves but did not get in this world. Here's one of my favourite videos of him. Look at 3:16 when he took of his jacket and threw it to the audience! Lucky bastard got to keep a legendary jacket! Wednesday, June 24, 2009 @ 21:49
You Sexy Little Swine A few days ago i received a message from my friend saying that i could vote for extended holidays since this swine flu is spreading so fast like wildfire so i went to the channelnewsasia website and of course i voted for extended holidays because that would also mean that prelims will be postponed and i'll have more time to study. I voted and then they showed the results; about 89% had the same sentiment as me so good job people i like your mindset. But then someone said "Life has to go on" so now we have got no extended holiday! And the Muttons even talked about how the students are angered by this situation and then they sang the song Don't Trust a Poll after that Don't Trust a Hoe song. So it's a poll and not a vote! Even then, what happened to democracy? It was crystal clear that a majority wanted an extended holiday because we know that there is an opportunity cost incurred if we went back to school because that would mean that we'd meet and come into contact with many people and that'd increase the chances of increasing swine flu cases. Think about the opportunity cost man! Nah actually i just want to stay at home longer. I hate to wait. I hate it even more when i have to wait at Boots and Shoes. You know, that shop at Woodlands MRT station. I think its one of the worst places to stand around and wait for a friend. Because it is always the M&Ms who stand there and if you stand there, you might be recognised as one of them and then they look at you strangely. So i was waiting for Rozi when this minah who has tattoos on her arm stared at me and its not that i'm scared, i'm not scared, i just don't want to play all this staring game and get beaten up. I've gotten enough attention from the minahs in my secondary school, the wrong kind of attention. So before some minah whose clad in more tattoos than clothes mistakes me for a rival minah and then calls her clan to bantai satu budak hingus who's standing outside B&S, i told Rozi to come faster. It's also annoying when someone starts an online conversation with you, seeming to be friendly at first but then when you want to continue the conversation she suddenly becomes totally indifferent and slightly rude. And it's even more annoying to know that you're related to that someone. Thank God we're distant relatives! In the wise words of Algernon Moncrieff (or more realistically, Oscar Wilde), "Relations are simply a tedious pack of people, who haven't got the remotest knowledge of how to live, nor the smallest instinct about when to die." Oh and look! My background is filled with adorable robots, i got bored of plain yellow. |