Week over nought.

WEEK OVER NOUGHT

Mo : 7 minutes *sigh*
Me : In heaven?
Mo : No, in purgatory before i go to hell.
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That was before we had to go to class, she had Sociology and i had Bio practicals. She didn't finish her assignment. Mwahahahaha!!! That was a rather eventful bio practical... hahahahaha!!! I forgot all my food tests so we redid that... My non-reducing sugar didnt turn red... WHY!!! I think the bio apparatus likes boys. Ngarh.
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So that was yeterday, what happened today? I made a lame excuse to cut chem class (urut guy coming cos of my leg... lol) and i wanted to cut bio too... what a waste of time. Had some bonding session with Mo, Jaq and umm... forgot her name... i'm such a bad friend. Had a cup of mash poe-tay-toes for lunch... carbs... my trainer's gonna murder me.
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Puasa month coming up people! Remember, no alcohol-ing! If not you don't get duit raya. Maggots who smoke fags must also cease to fag as fagging is bad for you're health and inhaling fag smoke, i think, can batalkan puasa and i also must insist that fagging is the single most disgusting habit human kind ever created.
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I feel cold all of a sudden... it's the feeling that you get when a ghost is in the room... hair stands on end... i think its called ectoplasm, or so people say. Who are these people that say so? And who am i to believe such? Therefore if i dont believe such, does it make me unusual and a pessimist? A non-believer? And that which they speak of god, does it make me blasphamous to think that they had a little too much sugar in their coffee? Sometimes i hate being human. The perils of humanity is worse off compared to whale extinction (god forbid). Lies, cheating and general no-good behaviour just to get to a desired position. And the concept of product in everything we do. Thanks to Mo, that seems to be the only issue at the moment as well as im concerned.
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Her question stands as "Why should everything we do involve a certain amount of produce? Why cant we just do something and not have a product?" My retort was to say that everything has a purpose, I know it's a little cliche but what was i supposed to say? Me being a manic loiterer and queen of mean and an ensyclopedia of useless information scattered about in my brain, to me, no product means lepaking around the house... i.e.: to mope. I wouldn't care if the world ended without amounting to anything, we're all gonna die anyway.
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Sleep is the cousin of Death which seems to be an eternal void of nothing... Purgatory? Limbo? An in-between before the day of judgement. Darkness. Heaven or hell? You create your own misfortune. What you do not know cannot possibly harm you am i right?

It's Thursday.

Heavy metal, if you listen carefully, other than major angst, has a lot of meaning... you just have to know how to listen. Below is the CD on my wishlist.

Anyways, just got back from college a while ago and i realised that my favourite teacher happens to be Mr. Henry... lol... reminds me of Mr. Raj, only not so germanised... hahahahahahahahaha!!! Oh, the good old days. Out of all my mates in college, i'm the only one who wasnt Miss goody-two-shoes-prefect. The joy!


Album Name: End Of All Things To Come

Mudvayne - A World So Cold

when passions' lost
and all the trust is gone
way too far
for way too long

children crying
cast out and neglected
only in a world so cold
only in a world this cold

hold the hand of your best friend
look into their eyes
then watch them drift away
some might say
we've done the wrong things
for way to long
for way to long

fever inside the storm
so we're turning away
away from the name(calling your names)
away from the stones(throw sticks and stones)
'cause I'm through mending the wounds of us

keep your thorn
'cause I'm running away
away from the games(fucking head games)
away from the space(hate this head space)
of circumstances of a world so cold

burning whispers
remind me of the days
I was left alone
in a world this cold

guilty of the same things
reveled by the cause
I've left alone in a world so cold

fever inside the storm
so we're turning away
away from the name(calling your names)
away from the stones(throw sticks and stones)
'cause I'm through mending the wounds of us

keep your thorns
cuz I'm running away
away from the games(fucking head games)
away from the space(hate this head space)
of circumstances of a world so cold

I'm flying
I'm flying away
away from the names(calling your names)
away from the games(fucking head games)
of circumstances of a world so cold

why does everyone feel like my enemy?
don't want any part of depression or darkness
I've had enough, sick and tired
bring the sun or I'm gone
or I'm gone
I'm backing out, I'm no pawn
no more motherfuckin' slave to this
never lived
never loved
never left
never lived
never left
never lost
never hurt
never worried about being me, or anyone else
not a care, no concern, don't give a shit about anything

backing out,giving up
no mother-fuckin' slave to this
never lived
never loved
never left
never lived
never left
never lost
never hurt
never worried about me, or anyone else
not a care, no concern, don't give a shit about anything

I need to find a darkened corner
the lightless corner
where it's safer and calmer

I'm turning away
away from the names(calling you names)
away from the stones(throw sticks and stones)
'cause I'm through mending the wounds of us

I'm running away
away from the games(fucking head games)
away from this space(hate this head space)
of circumstances of a world so cold

I'm flying
I'm flying away
away from the names(calling your names)
away from the games(fucking head games)
of circumstances of a world so cold

bluek.

I was reminded of my past as a schoolbuss chock full of yelling kids passed my house. I remembered how the lot of us used to scream "paper lama" and watch all the maids/parents come out with some old news papers... hehehehehehehe... what fun.

I dunno what to yak about today.

Hates redoeing something...

A tree,
It be.
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Thats like one of the best poems i've read. Short, simple, concise, and doesnt fuck around with your brain. Sadly, i cant write something that simple. mines more like:
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Twists and turns
round and round
kitty spat fights sword-plays
and merry-go-rounds.
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Natural selection
evolution puppets
selective breeding
DNA nuggets.
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Test tubes
bloody syringes
splitting atoms
babies drone.
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Killers' blades
sluggish pencils
splattered blood
halls of fame.
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Yea, thats what i would write... make that "JUST" wrote... hahahahhahaha... So i like to fuck around with peoples' brains. Hey, at least it gives you something to think about yea? So actually i did write soemthing before this but my computer decided it wasnt worth its memory so it wasn't published.
*shakes fists towards heavens*
Well, it wasn't that great anyway. I watched IT. You remember that movie with the scary ass clown? Yesh that's it... I'm still ohmygawdshitscared of clowns. Talking about movies and the likes, Mark passed me a little snip-it ala malay of the song by Dragonstae or summat like thats called Numa Numa Iei. I think it's a stupid ass song, but that's just me. Anyway, I fell off the chair and rolled around laughing when i found out one of the co-conspirators was Nash (one of Dan's old mates).
*starts singing "It's small worls after all!!!"*
It's that 3 degrees of seperation i was talking about to my trainer, Adam, the other day. Most countries have 6, Malaysia has 3. Three... hahahaha!!!
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I wont be gymming this week. I hurt my muscle by doing something i don't remember doing. Honestly! And for those few who know me, I'm having an open house on the first day of raya (bring me money and yee shall recieve food). 3pm to whenever you feel like going. If you wanna crash at my place, bring your damn stuff... im not lending you my PJ's amd my brothers are too small so you cant wear them...
*grins*
I think i've rambled nough for today no? I shall go mope in my corner with my chem file now...

Wishing T'wer Real

Stepping out into a surreal world as it seemed, cool, misty, wet. Reminds me of a rainforest minus the heat. It was probably 20 degrees out, something like having the aircond permanently on. Loving it! I walked onto the grass, firm even though it looked like it just rained. Not muddy, grass grew like a perfectly mowed lawn. Amazing, i thought, how can one place be so visibly perfect. I walked through the shaded lawn, trees towering ahead with they're huge leaves shading the grass from the melodramatic sun, in steadfst belief that nothing could go wrong. How could it? In such a serene place as this.
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I came to a row of stairs, a railing covered with moss, slowly but unsurely i stepped up. Every step made sure that i was dreaming. Every step made me feel more comfortable, more at ease.
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More happily cut grass in an Eden of Earth. I walked pass a beautifully carved gate covered in vines with flowers of red and gasped at the beauty of the mansion beyond the mists. I heard wild laughter from inside as my sister and friends beckoned me to come in and i did. I was greeted by the masses. Adonises left, right and centre. I felt faint. The joy. I grinned. Poster boys waiting hand and foot, free from pain, anger, stress and work, and the thought of unlimited time wastage teetered on the edge of my mind. Falling to disbelieving oblivion. A game station, i gasped. PS2 and its predecessors, Nintendos, X-boxes and for the killer blow... A 72 inch plasma TV. Food, glorius food and plentyfull hawt male specimens followed suit. Heaven. Eden of Earth, wait i said that already... grin.
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Brain boredering manic dementia from the overzealous screaming of joy. Unlimited free time, food, games and boys. How could this get any better? I did... The grand finale took the shape of a beautifully carved axe, hand painted with the oddest most amazing design a man could ever think of imagining.
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I woke up with the sound of my mother telling me to wake up. And so i grudgingly opened my eyes to the real world.

Oh another Day.

Yes, another day... And tomorrow, I've a chinese wedding to go to in The Crown Princess Hotel. So not bothered... so here's an excerpt of the conversation i had with Firdaus on MSN...

(After i said the above)
Fir : i tot ur mrs boyd areddi
Me : going out where?
Fir : h'mas
Me : mrs boyd
Me : hahahah
Me : mrs boyd getting bored
Fir : why?
Me : tah
Fir : ur suami out jamming ah?
Me : yes
Me : left me all alone...
Me : T.T
Me : hahahah
Me : now tengah ber foyafoya with daron malakian plak
Me : lol
Fir : oooooo.scandalous
Me : hahahahahahahah
Me : isnt it?
Fir : poor mr boyd
Me : hahahahahah
Me : sounds horrible
Me : but if i get paid more attention to mesti im baik
Me : sure thing!
Me : hee!
Fir : mr malakian mus be payin good attention den
Me : oh very
Me : hahahahahahahha
Me : *dreaming*
Me : lol
Me : hahahahaha
Me : and you?
Fir : oh same old same old
Me : rite

Yes, I got married to Brandon Boyd... I wish (sounds like something from desperate housewives... blek) And since he's out ignoring me, i'll go play guitar with Daron Malakian instead... lol.

So, I didn't go to scchool today, stomach ache... albeit a minor one... But still a pain. Literally. So i sayed at home all day doing chem!

*gasp*

Yes, chem! Anyways, I reckon it's because my brain just came back from vacation in Tahiti. I also think that it had been involved in the recent drug trafficking there... like in this picha...


Drug money... hahahahahaha!!!! *check out the caribbean shirt too*

blek

i flunked my bio practicals... yay!



Must study harder... less play... study... study aishah... study...

*It's hard trying to convince yourself to do something you dont want to.*

guffaws

I fell in skola yesterday for the umpteenth time. And somehow the guys appeared out of nowhere and Sel told them that they had good timing... hehehe... i miss Jib!!! muscular tall gorilla who could carry me as one would carry a small child... senang jer. Why i say this? Well, Mark and Kish cuba angkat but they're short... so they couldn't. I'm not being mean.

Anyfays, i officially am sick of nasi lemak. Seriously. I feel heavy after eating it... must be the rice and all that santan. Hmm...

Today was chem practical exam... i think i did well... salt analysis, all of us got the Iron (II) but the second cation was tricky... i put Cromium (III) and for the anion, Chloride. Dunno if i go that rite. Titration officially succked... i mean, the actual titration was cool, then came the calculation bit... I hate mole calculation (not the ones that are on you're skin stupid)... bloody poxy farts! But overall i guess i did alrite.

Gah... i'm getting tired. My comfy bed beckons... Cheers!

It's Amazing What I Can Think Up...

Since Axis of justice has done so many interviews with politically inclined (but maybe not so correct) people... (okay they are correct) *golek golek on the floor* Im wondering if they would consider doing an interview with the high strung voice of foamy... Possible? I dunnooooooooo...

Look, they've done Micheal Moore (If you dunno who, i pity you), Jim Lafferty Director of the Los Angeles chapter of the National Lawyer's Guild, Jim Keady and Leslie Kretzu of Educating for Justice, Jim Naureckas of Fairness and Accuracy in Reporting, etc. No, they havent interviewed me. Kesian kan? kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan...

Ponder the following picture... *flies of chair*



Anyways, moving on to fambleh gatherings and the likes (i.e.: birthdays, kenduris, makans...)
it's hard to keep track of who you know.
Gathering #1: Oh! Hi Aunty so and so... Hi!!! Yes, im in school ady... no im not in junior school...
Gathering #2: Hello again, sorry, i dont think i've met you last time, no lah, I'm in college ady. Finished last year...
Gathering #3: Hi grandaunty!!! Yes yes im fine... Of course studying laa... coping well... oh? who's that? YOUR SON?!!! *mind boggles*

Yes that was my encounter with my hawt uncle. Looked like Idafi Harun... haaaaaaawt. I never knew i had a hot uncle... bujang. And then it brings me to my other uncle who is *gasp* 1 year younger than me. Amir dah besar! SPM this year ady... and like his niece, we suck at studying. narhar!

What else is there to say? Nothing right? Yea... So blog now blog later, Cheers!
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Add in:
OH TENNIS PAAAAIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes Tennis pain. No, i dont play tennis, i just got bullied by one of my mates... he golfed a tennis ball into my forehead. I have brain damage because of that... here's the culprits picha.



Silly boy... And it was a pre-ettempted strike too!!! Tried to do it like 500 times before the bulls-eye.

*growls with anger*

Anyways, my kitty cat was there (my pet cat is Armand. He likes friskies. And has fleas cos he merajuk cos i put him on science diet when he got fat. Now he's gay) (I'm kidding Kitty cat... You know i lahf yooh~! lol). And... heheheh... cracking stupid jokes again... every serve was "Oh! What a beautiful start for Armand!" Tak habis-habis with the "beautiful starts..." and repeats of the "shut up"s by roobs. hehehehe... i larf my boys! *mind boggles* Did i just say that????!

But then again, It's true... I'm very passionate about my friends.

Live by the code: I'd bend backwards to help people who bend backwards to help me.

Capisce? Whatever it is, the people that i trust are from a very tight circle. I dont trust anyone else. Happy thinking, cheers!

Successful Change?

Sick for 2 days and i've amounted to changing my skin again... Made it in about 2 days... by the way, i'm still sick. Took 3 hours to pick some of my favourite pictures to put as the background of the skin, sizing and resizing to find the best fit... Oh, what a day. What a beautiful day of nothing~! :D

*guffaws*

Oh, and i added Neens to the blog links... i'm afraid i might not be able to ber sheysharing with her anytime soon... And tut the fact she's leaving in 2 weeks... GAH! T.T;;;;

Lemme find a picha to put in... hmm...



Axis Of Justice Radio, thanks to Serj (SOAD) and Tom (Audioslave) Polically good humour no? But bad selection of songs... since they pic political ones... granted lah... Apa nak play lagi right?



I fell asleep... I was bored. Not my fault. :p

The Nut-job Is Sick.

Yes, I am sick, and I'm bored... double whammy... hahahaha... anyways... take a gander at what i wrote out of sheer boredom:

Fantasy Adonis
Kelptomaniac smile
Scepticism rampant
A sardonic smile.

Wielding bitter pens
Of blue and black ink
Cumbersome regalia
Or so i think.

Wagers made, wagers won
flying kites, doggy-s, swans
Agressive people and turn-me-ons
Lighted matches, homemade bombs.

Bitter is sweet revenge
Ending sweet misery
Consoling fools hence,
And death to chivalry.

I know it's a little amature-ish but hey, who ever said i'm a pro. I might have pointed out that I rock at rambling, more often than not, it's true. I'm not complaining. Anyway, blog skin is gonna change again soon, same name though, I just need to fix the layout again. Eryn complained that it's pretty hard to navigate. Not my fault again. I'm an amature. Any hotties wanna give me a few pointers?

Deviating from current issue of blog skins, I have been attacked by the flu. Holy hell. But it's not full blown since ive by far relied on my super duper immune system to fight it. I'm not a pill popper... Maybe a vitamin C popper though... but that doesnt count as a pill does it? I don't believe in panadol. I say it's a placebo. but thats just me. All in favour of letting mind seep into conscious thought say "I"... maybe not.

Love, Phat.

Hiatus Guitars, Begins Studying...

Gila babi!!! As if I ever follow anything i plan... Or i only do sometimes and only if it involves friends... which FYI, college is not one of them. Nic is off to Nottingham soon... he says that people like me get huge ass rooms and toilets... haha!!! Aren't i a lucky fart?

Some pichas... I went trigger happy...


I'm mad...



I like eyeliner


crazy siblings and i...




It just goes on and on... narhar!!!

More Guitars...

I added a new link... Steve Vai's Website thingy...

One of the guitars i loike very much...



Eryn's Pink guitar... okay laa... so i'm bored...

Exams are fine... and dandy... like daisies... narhar... cheers. *yawn*

Temperamental Gigit-er...

Yes, the title referres to me. Your'es trully. I can be an asshole. I can behave completely moronic, and no, I don't have anything better to do than to waste your time. So now, On to our feature presentation... Tennis Friendlies With Amature (i mean really) Players.

No doubt these two look so damn adorable when they play tennis cos they cant play very well... hahahah... so cuteness!!!



Hahah... they shook hands cos i was feeling trigger happy... yes, this baffon was running around with the camera with total disregard for other less attractive beings again... shhh! Anywfays... I think i did a post on this ady but Roobs (the dungu on the left) kept on saying "shut-up" after his misfired serves so how can we stop laughing? It happened what? 3 Billion times! No shit... hahaha, I'm being OTT again.

And for the second agenda today, Daron Malakian's signature model, the Ibanez DMM1. Based on the Ibanez Iceman ICX shape and features a special graphic design painted by Daron's father, Vartan Malakian (Big whoa. Look down)



I wants one. Well, if i could, i wants everything... hahaha... farken spoilt brat.

Quote!
"Using someone elses axe is like wearing someone elses underwear. It's wrong"

You know who said it? Wild Guess? Me. Hahahaha!!!

And becasue i love to waste your precious time, here's a picha of my cat.



I just found out that Malakian's signature guitar costs USD 720 ... Wtf?!

Baby Strats?

GUITAR MANIA MINIATURES! Yea... Axes are obssession inducing agents. But aren't tehy adorable? The art on it is fabulous as well... and IT's only 10 inches tall, comes with its own stand and carrying case... too much? Haha! Not for enthusiasts! And if you're feeling really nice, you can get me one... dont worry, It costs about 25 dollars... no seriously, USD 25.oo

The convention (In Cleveland, Ohio... duh...) had these two on diplay and it was what 10 feet tall replicas... Big whoa. Anyways, Blabbing about guitars brings me to the fact that i want to meet 2 guys, Tom Morello and Daron Malakian. Seriously... And they can get me a special fender with a special hand painted design from Daron's dad and they're signatures on it, and they can add a special pick too. I'll die almost happy... Almost.

http://www.cleveland.com/guitarmania/content.ssf?/guitarmania/guitars.html

You can click the above link to check out all the 100 ten foot tall fenders. Hand painted designs curtesy of famous artists and musicians. I want one. Period.

If Chainsaws Ruled The World...

I'm always quoting this phrase from The Stepford Wives... "I love you, mother, but please die." Of course i would never say it to her face as she is the bringer of life, unconditional love and all that jazz but that doesnt knock out the fact that she can be very very unpleasent 60% of the time.

The incident to which i'm implying to foremost is yesterday's... I've known a group of people all my life and so have come to see that they are my second family. They know me almost as well as my own flesh and blood and is perfectly alright for them to stay over my house.

But here's the dodgy bit: They're guys. Almost fully grown specimens from the human male species.

To my mother: Evil sex craved maniacs
To me: Silly little boys with an overactive imagination and are more harmless than flies.

Think about it... I've known them for too long... they're my lil brothers! Mothers! Yeesh!

Makes me think how life would be alot more bllody with chainsaws... bad Aishah... BAD GIRL!

Anyways, Im putting either a Fender or a Gibson on my wishlist. So proud that i can play guitar by ear. Friends say that it is a unique gift... narhar!!! I thrive on uniqueness, ie: Who else has an ass like mine? Seriously...

I was thinking of putting another photo in but then again maybe not cos halfway writing this i had to go out to RSGC for some chillout time with the compadres... Reuben is soooo funny when he expects people not to laugh at him. What he says when he does something dumb is "shutup" and he repeats it everytime it happens so how can you NOT laugh??? gee... but it's ADORABLE!

Oh, yet another boring saturday... sounds like another line to a poem dont you think?