Behind.

Behind.

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.

And We Loved the Things We Spoke Of.

As dictated by Faranza Syns

AMANDA HAS MORPHED INTO A WOMAN.

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."

NOOOOOOOO.

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?

Haha.

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.

Strength

Strength

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.

HA?

[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)

Aja: HANA, THEY'RE GOING LIVE!

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.

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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

Hahahaha

laugh.

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

Sigh.




Bye, hottie.

This record in my head.

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?)

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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.

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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.

Sieve

Sieve

As dictated by Faranza Syns

Yee Ming, you were wrong.

There were no hot guys.

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I have to be truthfully, brutally honest.

Helmi, the school driver, scares me shitless.

Why? WHY, YOU ASK?

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.

AND NOW HE'S CALLING ME FARHANA.

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.

WHY WAS HE EVEN HOLDING A STUPID CANE FOR GOD'S SAKE? HE'S NOT A DISCIPLINARIAN.

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.