La. Near-Awesome.

La. Near-Awesome.

As dictated by Faranza Syns

Sleepover at Nurul's is now officially stamped as an NC-17 event.

Boy, that girl...

And people say I'm bad.

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Nurul was sleeping on her bed, and me and Amanda were on the floor.

In Pn. Rashidah's words, me and Amanda were perpendicular to Nurul.

Then,

Amanda: Nurul, please be careful.

Me: I'm lucky. If she rolls over and falls down, she'll only hit me with her legs. You, however... [looks at Amanda] You'll get smothered by her boobs.

Nurul: EEE! [panics. shifts lower on her bed]

Me: Nurul! Don't! If you roll over you'll hit me with your crotch!

Nurul: Wah, dangerous la!

That's what we did the whole night. Crap-talk version 9.7

It's a near-perfect version.

Then, we went to a bistro at 1 A.M., drove past a group of gay men rendezvousing at the park, and basically being roadkill at 2 A.M.

We fell asleep at 3. Nurul nagged at her friends till 5. Then, she was comatose.

Thank god? Thank god.





You were da bomb.

On the matter of...

On the matter of...

As dictated by Faranza Syns

On a response by Mr. HD whom I assume responded to Ms. R's post:


Nothing's bad about being rich, really.

It's just how lavishly you live, that's all. And how much you flaunt your bloody-rich-glittering arses in people's faces.

And, truthfully, people wouldn't call you a spoilt brat unless you act like one. Hey! What's up with thinking that the term belongs to rich people only? Poor people deserve to be called spoilt brats occasionally, too, you know! Stop hogging!

It's not all black and white. You're rich - it doesn't mean you're spoilt beyond redemption. You have money - it doesn't mean you have a stick up your arse.

It all depends on how you were brought up, and how you've turned out. Having money's not really your green-card to idiocy. Neither is the lack of it your God-given excuse to not get educated.

In an ideal world, what people would measure you by is your strength of character, and your morality, and your knowledge in life. Not your degrees, not your doctorates. Just your wisdom.

But really, an ideal world is too much to ask for. Heck, dream on for utopia - what we really have is dystopia. There's no such thing as perfect. That's why we have shades of gray. That's why we have people like (I'm so sorry, but please don't sue me) Bush.

But I digress.

My point was: you won't be called a spoilt brat, until you act like one. Being rich is no passport to being an arsehole. And being poor is no justification for being a slacker.

People who are well off should, of course, help people who are not so well-to-do. But don't help them too much till one party becomes too dependent on the other. You've helped them: fine enough, you have fulfilled your part in the grand scheme of things. If they take the chance that had been proffered to them, and make the best of it, good. If they don't, well, too bad. Don't bemoan the fact that you've helped them and you gain nothing. In God's eyes, you've done your best, and you have gained something: (hopefully) God's approval.

Again, I stress upon the fact that you are not a spoilt brat until you start acting bratty.

I apologize if my views offend some people. Please inform me if it has.

I will definitely NOT write a retraction.




Har, har.
I so know I'm screwed on the wrong side up.

Boo-hoo.

Boo-hoo.

As dictated by Faranza Syns

I showed my brother the blogs.

And we finally agreed on something mutually.

He didn't get neither head nor tail, shoot nor root of what they were writing.

It's a good news, bad news situation you'll never fully fathom, actually.




Sorry, sorry,
I have to stop apologizing, I know.

A not-so-good Tribute.

A not-so-good Tribute.

As dictated by Faranza Syns

I'm tired, but not brain-dead.

And definitely not too sodomized to turn down a bitching session.


Quotes:


#1:

On a dude who wrote: I'm starting to work tomorrow. I need luck.

Me: it's like saying "omg, i'm starting to pee now!"

#2:

Anonymous: What I don't get is that they go to international schools. How can they have such miniscule vocabularies? How can their grammar be so shitty, that a person suffering from diarrhea gets jealous?

Sometimes, I feel bad bitching about people. Yes, seriously, I do.

But when you sodomise the English language so badly, that even a lawsuit-smack on the face would be a paltry sort of retribution... you're really asking for it.

'Maybe' is NOT the same as 'may be', and you don't 'work drastically'. You react drastically, you make drastic decisions. You don't wake up one day and drastically go to work.

It was enough to make me say the F word. And I just told Tarr that I'm reforming.

Bah.

It's a sad, sad case we're reviewing. Sad, sad case.

Anonymous: Although i felt sort of intimidated (for god knows what reason) at first, but all i feel is hatred.

Me: Probably because Money = Status = Power = A sodomy case waiting to happen.

Bad, bad BAD wolf;
You should be ashamed of yourself.

The Abduction of Julia.

The Abduction of Julia.

As dictated by Faranza Syns

Is the title of a book.

If you came here to read about Julia Pan being abducted, I'm sorry. She hasn't been. Give her a call yourself and you'll find out. And even if by some twisted, sadistic quirk of fate, she has been, I doubt my brain cares anymore.

This morning, I set the alarm to 5.30 A.M. I didn't wake up.

In the grand scheme of things in my life, this is catastrophic.

We had the easiest paper today.

And yet, all through the exams, my hands were shaking. Not cold, not damp - just shaking.

When I'm focusing too hard on a certain something, my shoulder-blade starts to throb.

I am worried. Very.

But I suppose ... I suppose.

I found out that I'm leaving for Sabah in January. It's a moment that requires a burst of pleasure.

But I doubt it's within my ability to muster.



She signed the note with a flourish and dot.