Where my farty fa fa farty people at?
GAIA
She sits and watches
enduring everything in silence,
for fear to hurt the ones she loves
a mom, a wife
an innocent baby, just learning what love is
She sits and watches
hurt.
does no one think of the future, she asks.
She sits and watches
her sanity at risk.
all this waiting is making her sick
Everything that we do makes her ill
so why cant we stop?
Coz saving her means saving ourselves.
*ngek ngek ngek ngek*
*bla bla bla bla*
*wek' wek' wek'*
*yada yada yada*
thats literally what i hear whenever you open your mouth...
try having it in writing..ad picstures so i'l understand better...
Is that too much to ask for?
lost - michael bublE
"Lost"
I can't believe it's over
I watched the whole thing fall
And I never saw the writing that was on the wall
If I'd only knew
The days were slipping past
That the good things never last
That you were crying
Summer turned to winter
And the snow it turned to rain
And the rain turned into tears upon your face
I hardly recognized the girl you are today
And god I hope it's not too late
It's not too late
'Cause you are not alone
I'm always there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When your worlds crashing down
And you can't bear the thought
I said, babe, you're not lost
Life can show no mercy
It can tear your soul apart
It can make you feel like you've gone crazy
But you're not
Things have seem to changed
There's one thing that's still the same
In my heart you have remained
And we can fly fly fly away
'Cause you are not alone
And I am there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When the worlds crashing down
And you can not bear the cross
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost
I said, baby, you're not lost
Everytime i step out of my house i feel like i fergot smething..never know what it is.. isit physical? isit emotional? never found out.. i couldnt...i tried..And its failure after failure...not knowing what it is.. Now everyday, i have that feeling inside me. in my head im always thinking about it? If im lucky i'll forget..but then i'll think about what ive forgotten and i'll be reminded of it all over again..
It feels like a colour, the perfect shade of positive grey.
It feels like words, i need to complete my song.
It feels like a failure, something to learn from.
It feels like a promise i've made, a secret i have to keep.
It feels like a toy i had, i vowed never to abandon.
It feels like one of my masks, i need to keep me safe.
It feels like some sort of protection, to give me strength to go thru each day.
It feels like an emotion, to hide my vulnarable side.
It feels like a friend, i once loved but lost.
When the fact is that...
Ive fergoten my smile.
thought of stopping all this bloging thing.. coz it was at such a good no., '222 posts'..but it was just so stupid to do so. why not go for '333 posts' lol...
so yest...went for my brother's marching thingi..finaly officer ker aper ntah...march here march there..super fun only coz my cuzzin was there too...soo all the kanciong parents...up to the front taking pictures... oh and it was also my mom's camera's first day out on the field..doing its thang...7 times zoom tau..wheres abg othman?!? tu! bukan largh! amazing how my mum could find her son in tt whole parade of army men..all in the same thing...same shirt,same pants,same shoes...omg! everone look the same to me.. i gav up after my tenth,"tu abg oman! a ar larh" "eh bukan lar"...and accepted the fact tt everyone could just be my brother...CLONES! my DSL couldnt zoom like my mom's..so most of the first few pics looked like a bunch of comics of white stickmen with a black triangular thingi for heads... and in a few pics..the focus was on the foreground of orangy plants..made the army man look like a bunch of colour blobs...
and then and then....me and my cuzzie left for the buffet and my mom and dad gi dinner..waited for hours for them...turns out we got the better tasting food. lol!
but before that, i totally didnt think of the consequences when i did the most silliest thing. the peek of stupidity.didnt think at all.. im forever going to be that girl in the car totally going crazy to a song only she can hear. i think subconsiously i made a bet to myself it i could make a bunch of serious ns man, marching in perfect harmony, did i mention how serious their face were..? that i can totally make them laugh.. and their faces totally changed when i did tt silly thing at the window with my cool funky ol skool moves. my dad likes listening to gold 90 fm.. (just finding some one to blame) those who saw smiled. i think they wernt allowed to laugh..coz then they had to" drop and giv me 20"..they were on their way to the marching marching thingi..in their white uniforms..so senonoh.. so clean.. omg! clean like crazeh...heh
fun day
Enchik: Auntie, this wan still hav anot(points to tt black pepper rice)?
Auntie: Owh tt wan dun hav oreid...low demand...(or smtg..)
Enchik: then this wan? nice anot (or smtg)
Auntie: Try larh..nice wan.
Enchik: Oh! okay one..(i dun remember if he said please)
*whispers* the uncle kluar mesti story panjang panjang nye
Rowh :*laughs* yea..
Uncle: {walks towards counter} HELLO GIRLFRIEND AND BOYFRIEND!
Rowh: *Laughs*
Enchik:*Laughs*
at this point i felt like we were trying to outlaugh each other,,to see who felt more tt it was just ridiculus and impossible..its not about being negative..the glass if half full..but what uncle said is the utmost ridiculus cartoon impossible thing ive ever heard..surely ONLY HE thinks like that...right?
and i tot uncle couldnt have been louder...he was practically shouting...
then he continued to saying tt he sees fahmi like no other boy he's seen..good boy lar...
*blushing oreidy sia tt boy*
so kesian..
the bus wait became awkward coz of it....
ridiculus
however u spell it
i owe encik for that.. lion king.. lol...
"girl you want one,two or three?"
"one" i said.
"or' one i dunno hav anot"
"owh" i replied.
"owh i see....(long pause)..owh we hav all..which one you want?"
"one" i said, again.
only you...can make..all this world sems right
only you...
i totally went all itchy about a boring blog i read by this boring guyfrom my school...
got me thinking...am I boring??
i looked at my blog for sum sort of assurance..hoping that something (big or small) would make me feel better..would tell me..if not shout, whisper,"u're not boring ro"
IT IS!!!
unless someone tell me it isnt(hint hint)
shows how frustrated i am
a pair of ah maruis conquering the freaking electricity...why cant they friggin share!??!?!?!
"bat-teh-ly sproil!"
"or' havren sape"
"see also sproil"
then safe larrrr!!!!!
share larrrrr!!!!!!!!!!
i don care im gunno stare at her..even till my eeyeballs fall out....make her feel guilty. stupid! get ur friggin china comps repaired larrrrr.. have i mentioned..both friggin 2 pins!!!!!!!!!! u'd think the smarter of the pair would bring an extention thingi for her 2 pin...owh wait.. she did... and u'd think tt smart one would suggest to share the extension thingi...no!!!! when i suggested they share.. this ling took it out w/o switching off first.. now..ive established the fact that shes not really smart tho her maths prob good.. coz she didnt care if she died..i wish she did so i can use the friggin plug!!!!
who me?
I forget sometimes..
Im Singaporean first. then Malay.
so now, can we define 'rasicm' the same way?
rac·ism /ˈreɪsɪzəm/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[rey-siz-uhm] Pronunciation Key
–noun
1.a belief or doctrine that inherent differences among the various human races determine cultural or individual achievement, usually involving the idea that one's own race is superior and has the right to rule others.
2.a policy, system of government, etc., based upon or fostering such a doctrine; discrimination.
3.hatred or intolerance of another race or other races.
miffed am i?
miffed i am.
so.. today...the ninth ar. how ar?
another freakishly hot singapore. another freakishly tall matsaleh at the pedestrian crossing. Went to town the other day and felt like i was in another dimension. NOT the hooker-sugardaddy dimension at lucky plaza with the Pinos and ..no..and NOT mini mini chinatown after bugiz junction. It was like i was in a mean girls movie. Saleh folks commenting on like everything like they see... like.. like..urgh...
i dont think i didnt like the idea of there being too many of them(suddenly..coz its like they have an evil plan to take over lykdat) but i think i just wasnt used to it.. now i am..the freakishly tall man protected a part of me from the freakishly hot sun..
miffed am i?
miffed im not.
if he had a video blog.....
now tts smtg. mayb his blog wont be so boring...
or mayb it will because it its his nature..being boring....
when he opens his mouth..u just want to slap him.
he has a big mouth.. literally.. tooo big for his head.and he has a big head...tts too big for his body...
so when i say tt his mouth is big. i mean.. BIG...
owh. and he talks alot too...
hey dude! so wat company did u intern for?
yappa yappa yapa yappa yappa...yappa! yappa yappa..(then theres the part where he sees pple loosing intrest)yapayapayapayapayapayapayapa...(he starts talking faster)
so who am i referring to?
if youre like that..maybe you...
imsorry.i would want to mention his name.but i must admit.im quite afraid of him.well not him. but his connections.and i might end up working for him in the future because of tt..
all the best denim dude. loose the hats. dun dye your hair then hide. waste money. but from the short 3second conversations weve had..i think i know you well enough to say u didnt get it coloured at a salon..well..dun waste all ur effort then..u..going down to the mama shop below then run up to ur room..tearing the box open like an excited monkey..start reading the instrustions..probably read it in japanese(show off)..run to ur toilet...but first-take the before picture..then start squeezing the dye on to ur hair..knowing you...hair by hair...and u take a picture after every hair...troublesome? no...were designers...
then after spending 4 hours on it.. ure finally done..now the inbetween picture..another few hours..the after picture!! yay..
then u blog about it...yayness!!another boring post...nothing new here..
ure so boring i feel like farting
sorr.. im mad at smtg..just dunno what...
ringtone: ooh ooh baby - britney.blackout
Oh mya.. i dont see you anymore...
if youve changed, or stayed the same.. i wouldnt knoe...
wild imagination thus i am not a risktaker...
damn morbid...
Keep your music to yourself if you dont want pple to know that youre mr DISCO DIVA VERVACIOUSNESS....
Coz i'd rather not imagine you doing the robot,with lightsticks in both ur hands and tt whistle in your mouth, with tt shiny sequin vest exposing ur smelly hairy armpits....
Indian, Chinese, Mat saleh, Peranakan, malay.. esp those Mats and minahs..hot or not hot...WE DONT WANT TO KNOW, darlin...
If not techno.. theres hip hop....
I also dont wish to imagine you in oversized clothings and a mash cap tts too small for your head so its just resting on the top of ur head, held securely with safety makcik pins and clips.and everytime the wind blows i imagine ur hair having a life of its own starts growing hands to hold on to the cap so it doesnt get blown away...so u dont need those pins and clips anymore...
Who cares?? who doesnt???
If not hip hop theres tt other shuffling music...like techno..just more ridiculous..
If listening to ur lousy cheap hapra music isnt enough....i need to hear ur feet "shuffle" "shuffle"..at the same time i hear ur fat thighs,squeezed in to a pair of tight jeans...like 2 sand paper rubing together...OMG! fire!
Dun get me wrong.. sumtimes i start my own fire just trying to catch a bus....but i dont do it purposely...just to annoy the pple around me....(owh im on to you...i knoe you do it just to give me a hard time..)
thank god i don hear any ragaeton anymore..
i dont have to imagine pple with dreadlocks..oh no...DEADlocks more like it coz they smell and look like they did some sadistic experiment on baby rats.. where they tie hundreds of them together tail to head..tail to head..and use their blood as glue to glue every single segompal of your hair to a string of dead baby rats...
not done yet
and your face... so action stone...
k done..
or am i....?
not!
then i have the action jiwang...
wooo... looky here mr sensative....
"~kusangkakan....panas...berpanjangan~"
owh kay done...
Ro here.Who's there?
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