November 28, 2009


As dictated by Faranza Syns

I am going to Sabah for PLKN. Way cool, or what?!


That was the reason.


November 25, 2009

It's a fight I'll not lose.

As dictated by Faranza Syns

I made a deal with Mei Yin.

If I lose 15 kilograms, she'll shut up about her face.

For our peace of mind, I'll try hard. Really hard.


Goals for December:

  • At least lose 4 kgs. At least.
  • Re-learn four dance routines.
  • Save money for new car. Kidding. New phone. Or maybe, a new dress. I really can't make up my mind. And notice that it gets cheaper as I proceed. Next, I'm gonna succumb to books.

Hey, Additional Mathematics is done. It was like an awful bout of night terror, but hey, it's over and done with. I'll settle for a B.

Hell, no. That was a lie. I'm only settling for an A, I tell you.

I'ma fight till we see the sunlight.
Does that make sense?


November 20, 2009

One down, on the floor.

As dictated by Faranza Syns

I must be crazy because I think Daniel looks waaaay hot today.


Why so serious? We just finished off four - FOUR - papers in three days! And if that's not a big deal, I don't know what is.

Meanwhile, it's time to go cram some stuff into our heads and get ready for some deep-sea diving.

Hey, Torchy.


November 18, 2009


As dictated by Faranza Syns

In exam hall, a few minutes before BM paper 2:

Me: *walks over to Dharr's table, snatches her IC from her*

Dharr: Heyyyy!

Me: *walks away, looking at picture on IC* Hey, cuuuute. *Sits at chair. Slips IC into pocket.*

A few minutes later,

Dharr: Farhana, gimme back my IC.

Me: It's not with me!

Dharr: *snatches my IC from the table*


Dharr: Hah ha!

Me: *hands IC over.*

Dharr: Okay, we barter.

Me: ... *still holding out her IC*

Both: * holds on to each card with a hand*

Dharr: We swap together, kay? One... two... THREE!

Me: *Snatches both away*

Erin: *LAUGH*

Dharr: HEY!

I LOVED that moment.

Anyways, back to the drawing board.

Second stomp-a-round.


November 11, 2009

The Final Frontier (for now)

As dictated by Faranza Syns

I used to think that I'll never go through the awkward stage of teen-dom awkwardly.

Now, I really can't wait for it to end.


4 days. In 4 days, it's doom and disaster.

So, I'll log off now, and blow you a final kiss goodbye,

For I'll see you on the other side.

Good luck 5th Formers, 2009.

You're gonna make it. I just know.

No giving up when you're young and you want some.


November 8, 2009

Who Gives a Damn

As dictated by Faranza Syns

I have my waistline back now, but if any of you suddenly clasp my waist at school to check, you are dead meat.


A few days ago:

Shikin: If I text you back a little late, that means my phone's with my bro.

Me: Ohh. Okay.


Me: *stands in front of mirror.* Oh hey ho. *grabs phone*

Text body: Wow. I look nice in a sports bra.

After one hour of gruesome exercise and a brief check at my inbox, I just realised that there's a possibility my message has been intercepted by *gasp! look out for it!* a male. Shikin's brother, to be precisely exact.

4 hours later:

Shikin: You knw, there's a high possibility my brother read that message.

I sorta guessed it since you took a while to reply.

Oh well. Better luck next time. I'll just go draft out a few more girl-to-girl, originally-non-embarrassing messages to send her. If her brother gets it, well, whaddya know. Life's funny after all.

Do you want some?
Well, that's too bad.


November 7, 2009


As dictated by Faranza Syns

Dad told me not to switch on the air-conditioner when I'm studying.

I switched it on anyways.

Teenage dreams in a teenage circus,
Running around like a clown on purpose.

- Mika, We Are Golden.


And We Loved the Things We Spoke Of.

As dictated by Faranza Syns


I'd make it the headline of a magazine except I don't own one.

Whoo, talk about late bloomers, she's making a boom! I'd have thought the transformation would begin slowly, and progress at a painstakingly leisurely pace. But no. It had to come bite me in the ass.

It started with a haircut. Then, a discussion about handbags. She has never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever talked about handbags enthusiastically. EVER.

And then, she talked about clothes shopping. "Hey, after SPM, can you join me to shop for a dress? I need one for my friend's party."

People, she looked plenty excited talking about it.

Then, came the mother of all doozies:

"Awh, I need to lose weight."


She has stolen my part in the relationship. It's usually me who moans about my weight, not her. The other day, we went to the Mall, and what books did she look at in the Big Bookstore?

Books on slimming down.

That scenario scared the jeebs out of me. A person who once only had a passing regard for her weight and body-shape now is going all out on getting fit and into shape.

During recess:

Amanda: Hmmm, what should I eat?

Me: *headed towards the Char Kuey Teow stall*

Amanda: *talks mostly to herself* I can't eat oily foods. Watching my weight.

Me: *pauses*

And a mighty long pause it was in my head. If it were Mei Yin saying so, I'd be smiling and nodding, but Amanda saying it made me feel a bit nonplussed. Just for the moment.

But truthfully, I'm a bit glad she's making waves with her transformation.

After all, now she'll taste the agonies of being a girl. The real pain.

I must admit, it's also quite refreshing to have her able to relate to whatever I moan about. I won't be talking to myself now. There'll be two of us bemoaning our fate.

Good for me, bad for you?


Amanda, be happy. I've immortalised you in my blog. ;p

Don't bother to fill in the blanks
We don't want to know.


November 4, 2009


As dictated by Faranza Syns

Aja had an orgasm yesterday. I didn't say it. Although, I did intimate it, and someone picked up on what I meant and said "She looked orgasmic!"

I love how I taint people.


[orgasmic moment]

She heard about Tokio Hotel going on live at Fly.FM from Yin.

Aja: HANA!

Me: ?! (there were no words for my shock)


Me: HA?

Aja: Tokio Hotel [insert agony-face]. They going live from LA on Fly.FM from 1 to 2 o'clock.

Me: Wow.

Aja: [writhes in agony since she doesn't have a radio and we were nowhere near a radio]

Me: You know... my mp3 has a radio.

And that was when she had another ahem... la petite mort.

By the way, Aja, my arms are bruised from your death-grip.


I stumbled across this at Facebook. Makes good comic.

Nope... I jus dun get it

We can't take addmaths!

Shuck it.

So we cleaned our table

And pretend to study

While Hana

Really really REALLY is studying



Basically, that was what they have been doing the whole time. And me... well...


Bye, hottie.


November 3, 2009

This record in my head.

As dictated by Faranza Syns

I hate the school now. Truthfully, I do.

And you know the thing I said about there being no hot guys? I take that back. He was just out of sight, that's all.

And my my, what beautiful eyes he has.

Psst. He sat in front of me. (though, if you want to be technical about it, I actually sat behind him, but hey, what's technicality in matters of hotness, eh?)


We had the deepest, longest discussion on how... (god, I can't even type the word out) some of the girls in our form are.

And now that I've paused to look at it, I can't help but feel a sharp sort of discomfort. Dismayed, maybe?

Because these girls whom I've known for so long, these girl who have been nothing but nice to me, were really not so nice to others.

I can't believe I missed it.

Back to the drawingboard, Psych.


Text at 11.00 A.M. at SPM Seminar:

Me: Eugeeeeeeene. Ah. am. bored. Entertain me with your gullibility.

Eugene: Haha. You're bored this early in the morning?

I couldn't believe he thought it was early. I had to check the time again just to be sure.

We were in our 3rd hour of the seminar, and he thought it was early.

I swear, that boy...

You play it again and again,
And now, you lost the seams.


November 2, 2009


As dictated by Faranza Syns

Yee Ming, you were wrong.

There were no hot guys.


I have to be truthfully, brutally honest.

Helmi, the school driver, scares me shitless.


He's like a bloody stalker.

I've never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever (you get the gist) talked, much less communicated with him before. But when he walks past me, he smiles AT ME.

Okay, is that not creepy enough for me to freak out over?

He is big, bald, and dark. As in DARK. And he has the scariest moustache ever.

And people, help me. He is acting as if we were on cavalier terms.

The only time I've ever been at least a foot close to him was when we had to ride the van to debate.


The other day, during Pn K's farewell, me and Mei Yin were walking down the corridor towards the Ladies'. Then, Helmi who was walking behind us, TAPPED MY WRIST USING HIS STUPID CANE.


Then, he walked by me. And smiled down at me in that cloyingly sweet way. I was going to barf.

My face most probably had "WHAT THE HELL" stamped on it.

Today, we went to a seminar (where there were no hot guys) and Helmi bought us there and fetched us home.

Since the organizers supplied food for us (which was curry and rice) we packed up, and got into the van.

And since Helmi fancies himself an F1 driver, we were all nearly overturned every time he goes round the curve.

Shouts of "Whooo, jaga-jaga kari!" and "KARI, KARI!" could be heard. It was funny enough. But then as I got out of the van, Helmi called out to me.

"Farhana, esok jangan kasi diorang bawa kari."

"Screw you."

Okay, I didn't really say it. I just smiled a I-feel-your-pain sort of smile. But really...

God, I can't wait to leave school. He's so full of himself, it's sickening.

I'm the one at the back,
The one you missed when you tossed the chalk.