I've decided to make this totally private.

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Hello dear Singaporeans. Or dear Whites (Wentworth, Chad <3<3<3)

I have been so busy, like any other students who are sitting for their O levels. So this is nothing new. And this is something gniroB. Oh my God I am a gniroB person.

Anyway, guess what I have been doing other than *not ever going to tell you what*? Guess! Ok don't. Your guesses are most probably disgusting. Sorry take offence.

I have been staying in school until 6 everyday to do my revision with Aeiyuni (!)x298006

*standing ovation*

I feel like I've accomplished so much. Oh and Aeiyuni taught me algebra. Now I love algebra. I never knew algebra was so easy. I am not bragging, but I realised something. When you try very hard at something you really want to get, it doesn't become as difficult as you once thought it was. So now, Math is not a subject I hate. Anymore. See, refer to first line of this paragraph.

Sorry I have to make this post so academic-related. At seventeen, I really have no life. I'll blog more when I'm in polytechnic next year. (Amin) Freedom will be granted on 11 November. I cannot Wait for freedom. This is like, the final Freedom. The freedom every schooling soul (except those who have sat for their O's) is anticipating for. The freedom that will make your inside as light as air. 

I know if I had not been so rebellious in primary school I would have gotten my freedom the same time as any Other seventeen year olds. But I was not a goody-good girl. I only started focusing when I was in late secondary three. But so what. I wasn't sitting for any major exams when I was in sec 3, was I? Never too late. I love that line.

Actually...
I don't. 

I hate that line. Never too late? Yah try telling Ms CLAW that when she asks for homeworks. Nevertheless, she's still a brilliant teacher. No sarcasm here.

At the end of this year, I will, like any other Typical blogger, blog about this year.

This year has been the toughest year i have ever Ever EVER faced. 2009 will Always be remembered
as the year I crumbled and cried for the first time on someone's shoulder,
as the year I first hugged a friend and broke into tears in her arms,
as the year people doubted me and how much it hurt me,
as the year I became stronger on the inside,
as the year I struggled with my studies while facing that whole episode,
as the year I cried the MOST,
as the year I realised what true friendship are,
as the year I was crushed by the public because of their insensitive FUCKING NARROW conclusions hence chagrined,
as the year SOME people created a dirty image of me to their family without taking into account MY feelings,
as the year I first swore on someone's life,

as the year I have been hurt the most in the history of my life. 

But! Despite it all, I know nobody ever said Life was easy or fair. I know life is difficult. And when life shoots this kind of thing at you, it only brings you closer to your creator. I thank God for this year. Alot has happened. I wonder what the other months of 2009 will bring me. I hope no matter what, I will always stay strong and never forget Allah. 

I choose not to private this. I'm not injecting melancholy into this post. I dont know why I allow such a gloomy end to my post and set it as a public one. I don't know...

Most probably a memorial post of 2009 will be a private one. awww that's sad. Ha-ha.

Okay! Omg this post is so depressing. I'm so sorry I'm making such a comeback. Eh people say the new thingy2 at macs damn sedap. Really ah? 

 No, I am not going to let my blog die again and then revive it when the time is more appropriate. Actually, I Have been updating regularly, just that it is a private entry. I did not promise to blog frequently, but I do blog. So it is your choice to keep up with my journal. 


LATELY, I LOVE MY MOTHER MORE THAN I HAVE EVER LOVED HER. My mother is soooo funny in her own way. You guys won't get it but I do. We all do. (family) I always make fun of her hair because it's short and I have long hair. I make fun of her height because I am taller than her. And I call her "mak" which she hates because she is not a Malay and other reasons I choose not to make public. Her reaction is so funny it just makes my day. And she is so forgetful it's hilarious. One time, she was making coffee, and added in only coffee powder and sugar. She did not realise it until she came to the dining room to sit, together with the mug. AND OMG HER REACTION HAHAHAHA. I love my mother. No matter if people actually look down on Indonesians. 

I know of this fucking blogger who tends to look down on every other races except hers. Malays, Indians, Indonesians. I'm through with my racist self. But apparently, somebody needs a mirror. LIKE RIGHT NOWWWWXZSH.

Can I talk about school? Please please please...? Eh my blog right.

SCHOOL HAS BEEN AWESOME. Mr Principal is looking better each day...and growing taller. He is like the new Mr Razak. Oh and the other time when I was having my practical exam, I kind of cheated the school's money. I ordered 10 chicken wings for my dish, but I used only 5. 

So I got like, 10 - 5 = Answer free chicken wings. Sorry, is this irrelevant? ( Important information: I am a brilliant cook. Marry me, I can cook. * future husband list: Wentworth Miller, Chad Michael Murray* )

Can I ask a question? ( wentworth please answer me i promise you'll grow hair. eh dont. dont grow hair)

What is with the sudden "Megan Fox is the hottest bitch in the world even if she dies and gets rotten she'll still be as hot". It wasnt like this when transformers 1 was screened. Now everywhere I go all the girls are like "omg i want to be megan fox" and the guys will go "megan fox marry meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I'm hereeee in Singapore!!" and I'll go " GET A LIFE ".

Shut the @#$% up already.

I turned 17 two days ago.

Aww...do you guys want to hear from the birthday girl, me? Haha. EH I lazy right.

Actually my birthday went well. While dining at pizza hut we only saw Mr Fugly-softie. He was cute. Anyway I think all the boys working in PH must have just graduated from ITE or are still currently in ITE pursuing I dont know what. <<< oops kinda Braincist.

They wore the i-am-stupid-hehe look on their faces. So it was quite extremely obvious. CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE SHUT THE SPA UP.

Okay. Now. My birthday was great, thanks to ***, Aeiyuni and Muneera and not so much of Nabeela..Kidding. I love Nabeela too, she's the definition of a chatterbox but whatever. Once a sister, forever a sister. I love my favourite girls on earth. I guess if I was an only child and if I didnt have a best friend I would be spending my birthday eating keropok ubi infront of the television watching prison break. (wentworth <3<3<3)

Anyway, I woke up early to meet someone first. Had unexpected surprises, and then I met Aeiyuni, where she surprised me with a gorgeous card. ( background info : Aeiyuni doesnt Know how to draw aka isnt really good in art [shut up pig, dont argue] ) Aww, love those two people.

And then I went to fetch Mun and Nab and we went to Pizza Hut straight since everybody's tummy was grumbling...especially my pig bestfriend. Her stomach was making the BOOM-KRR-KRR-PROOOTTT-HEHE sound. So we went to assuaged that.

Eh lazy disease is back. Bye.