Sunday, May 10, 2009
Essay #1
I found a buncha essays i wrote during my free time when i was 16, and i guess i'll type them out here one essay at a time.
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Date: Not sure exactly when but as you can tell, during Ramadhan in 2007
Title: Writing for flavour. (also can be known as Hari Raya stress mode)
Now what is magic? I pray thee tell. Magic is when a story comes to life when it is hand written by the writer herself. Now i want to share with you about how shitty my life is currently.
Being a 16 year-old malay girl is not as easy as it may seem (if it does seem easy that is). Especially when MAJOR exams clash with the festive season. I wasn't affected by that fact at first but as hari raya draws closer, i feel like i haven't got any new shoes or baju kurung for myself! (Don't know what's baju kurung? Ask your uncle) Ok that's not something very important to worry about actually.
What about not having studied for 4 days straight. I'm acting like a champion even before a single exam paper has started. Holy hell! See, that's the disadvantage when you get into the festive mood which is, like i said, unnecessary to think or worry about for that matter.
I'm getting lesser and lesser for hari raya as far as money is concerned. Each family would just make it an excuse that i look old enough not to get any green packet. Cheapskate. No wonder i'm not as excited for hari raya as i was before. I'm getting poorer. Literally. I won't get enough money to buy the things i've planned to get. But i guess it's okay cause i'm gonna work! At starbucks!
I'll just follow the parents visit the relatives and friends who i only meet once a year. Mengikatkan perhubungan selepas satu tahun. Macam ia boleh diikatkan gitu eh. Anyways, i guess it wouldn't be bad cause i get to taste all the different traditional cookies. You know, you can actually tell the difference between a factory-made one to a home-made one and i really hate the factory-made cookies! Bloody unfresh. And it has this factory-made kick to it. Like the flour is too crumbly and hard. But whatever it is, i'll just eat whatever is at whoever's house to keep me preoccupied than listening to the talks of old people.
Ok enough rambling about hari raya. Exams' bugging me 70%-110% of the time. When can i ever have peace? Technically one month from now. Then i can be alone and watch a sunset. Ah.. pure liberation from secondary school life.
Maybe i should start thinking about now than later. I need a drive to work.
That's about it for now. Not sure what the hell i've been talking about this whole entry? Try http://www.wikipedia.org/ and type in Hari Raya Aidilfitri in the search bar. It's really cool. Go wiki! :D
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Date: Not sure exactly when but as you can tell, during Ramadhan in 2007
Title: Writing for flavour. (also can be known as Hari Raya stress mode)
Now what is magic? I pray thee tell. Magic is when a story comes to life when it is hand written by the writer herself. Now i want to share with you about how shitty my life is currently.
Being a 16 year-old malay girl is not as easy as it may seem (if it does seem easy that is). Especially when MAJOR exams clash with the festive season. I wasn't affected by that fact at first but as hari raya draws closer, i feel like i haven't got any new shoes or baju kurung for myself! (Don't know what's baju kurung? Ask your uncle) Ok that's not something very important to worry about actually.
What about not having studied for 4 days straight. I'm acting like a champion even before a single exam paper has started. Holy hell! See, that's the disadvantage when you get into the festive mood which is, like i said, unnecessary to think or worry about for that matter.
I'm getting lesser and lesser for hari raya as far as money is concerned. Each family would just make it an excuse that i look old enough not to get any green packet. Cheapskate. No wonder i'm not as excited for hari raya as i was before. I'm getting poorer. Literally. I won't get enough money to buy the things i've planned to get. But i guess it's okay cause i'm gonna work! At starbucks!
I'll just follow the parents visit the relatives and friends who i only meet once a year. Mengikatkan perhubungan selepas satu tahun. Macam ia boleh diikatkan gitu eh. Anyways, i guess it wouldn't be bad cause i get to taste all the different traditional cookies. You know, you can actually tell the difference between a factory-made one to a home-made one and i really hate the factory-made cookies! Bloody unfresh. And it has this factory-made kick to it. Like the flour is too crumbly and hard. But whatever it is, i'll just eat whatever is at whoever's house to keep me preoccupied than listening to the talks of old people.
Ok enough rambling about hari raya. Exams' bugging me 70%-110% of the time. When can i ever have peace? Technically one month from now. Then i can be alone and watch a sunset. Ah.. pure liberation from secondary school life.
Maybe i should start thinking about now than later. I need a drive to work.
That's about it for now. Not sure what the hell i've been talking about this whole entry? Try http://www.wikipedia.org/ and type in Hari Raya Aidilfitri in the search bar. It's really cool. Go wiki! :D
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Thursday, May 07, 2009
how many P's are there in the tongue twister PETER PIPER
A poem.
is a poem lah..if boring go youtubes
k fishes are swimming in my pants
with its fins stuck in between my pubes
catching some of it with my hands
sitting at coffee bean with beans around us
thinking of what to eat with no money
as the beans grew wild, they started growing tusks
and mats started dancing with Mariam Kari
so you see this is how the poem will end
if got comment, sorry, no tagboard
we wrote our nonsense poem here cause we got no pen
IF YOU HAVE ONE, give whatever you've got!
is a poem lah..if boring go youtubes
k fishes are swimming in my pants
with its fins stuck in between my pubes
catching some of it with my hands
sitting at coffee bean with beans around us
thinking of what to eat with no money
as the beans grew wild, they started growing tusks
and mats started dancing with Mariam Kari
so you see this is how the poem will end
if got comment, sorry, no tagboard
we wrote our nonsense poem here cause we got no pen
IF YOU HAVE ONE, give whatever you've got!
(HUH?!?!)
PS: RAWKING RIGHT?!!
PS: RAWKING RIGHT?!!
Written by: F&N
Sunday, May 03, 2009
MI malay dance SYF
Dance was held at a place far far away from home, on the other side of the country - NUS UCC! Plus, ham joined us at the last minute despite knowing that we'd be late. Lol! Well that's what we went through for you suf.
Watched lots of schools performed but i'd still say NJC's was the best among the rest:) And 2nd would be MI and then MJC:) Ok that's for me! No hard feelings sufy. ahhahahaha. And all the goldies performed for a 2nd time at taman warisan yesterday which was the one i took a video of.
Everyone looked good and looked good dancing too!
only sufie's pretty in here glaglagla
that's the handkerchief sufie used to wipe her armpits before dancing. ew
that's a buncha pretty girls!
Video!
Watched lots of schools performed but i'd still say NJC's was the best among the rest:) And 2nd would be MI and then MJC:) Ok that's for me! No hard feelings sufy. ahhahahaha. And all the goldies performed for a 2nd time at taman warisan yesterday which was the one i took a video of.
Everyone looked good and looked good dancing too!
only sufie's pretty in here glaglagla
that's the handkerchief sufie used to wipe her armpits before dancing. ew
that's a buncha pretty girls!Video!