'growling by mine tummy'

readings and tutorials to keep up. essays buzzing round. bleargh.

с днем рождения raudha..

'pitter patter by the rain'

ay caramba. look at the time and day. the weather is lovely. simply wicked. the hard drizzle, the grumpy thunder, the flasing lightning. such moments are rare and im hungry. watched the conversation earlier and it was not much of a conversation; not me cup of tea y'know..but anyhows on the whole it was thought provoking as the people being spied on were not the victims nor were they ignorant. the last scene was disturbing though when cauly stripped his house. a physical representation of his own privacy being stripped and all of his doings. geddit? can la..despite the 113min of near monotony- though the tea was bland, the change in flavour is jolting but assuring once in a while. assuring? ya. i want food !

'wings a-flappin by diana and raudha'

SJ remembers our name !!!!

haiz.........................

omiGOD !!!!

so towards dismissal, SJ asked what else he could do for us -
i just smiled, grinned, beared it all - it being my teeth lar..
oh and my mind spoke - my id spoke !

bwahahahahaha !!!

amlit now..later.

'miracle by josh rouse'

it comes when happiness overwhelms. it comes and happiness leaves abruptly- you are left doubting whether happiness was an illusion, a dream, a yesterday too far away worth reminiscing. it comes and stays- gnawing slowly almost as if dancing with you, teasing and taunting its hold on you. it comes and it feels forever- it feels like your heartbeat, your breath, your hair fluttering in the breeze- it feels like now.

he's family so help for goodness sake.

israk mikraj was fun. thank God for His miracles of everyday. the day started off early. was in school by nine. hung in the orange room for a bit before making my way to sj's class. his eyes still captivate me but perhaps because of my rushing frantically to class before, i suppose the endorphins released from that sprint got me a tad bit more excited about sj. ehehe. but i still do have a soft spot for him. we had a debate bout the intelligent designer. and i was near convinced of the opposition's reasonings. dang..God strengthen my faith in you! seriously i was much disturbed by the one question i could not answer then nor now.

which came first? the chicken or the egg?

its a trite riddle ya but give it a thought and consider it. so then it was an hour break with dee, noelle and sophia. sophia has a queer habit but bless her goodness for actually being resigned to her poor plights..noelle is seemingly resigned too. im even more perplexed at the very idea of their resignation. so then it was amlit. that was much fun despite my nearly nodding off. but wendy's diligence in note-taking sort of jolted me into typing whatever i cld make of wb. my mouth got the better of me in class too especially so after the mid-break. see we were doing emerson and wb was incessantly trying to get the class to acknowledge all the speakers a la kindy style. then out of nowhere my mouth yelled BUT WE'RE DOING EMERSON! well i didnt really yell la but you know spoke in a voice audible to all 57 in class. ahem. so..wb kindly but wrongly gave his attention to me by asking me to explain my outburst. i told him and all that since emerson advocates self-reliance, self-determination, self-confidence and pluck, it would be ironic of us to read Emerson and still chant our acknowledge of them speakers a la kindy style. wb got all serious and straight faced- sternly announcing that whomever believes and practises what i said will have their grades deducted. then wb being wb broke into a laugh and said KIDDING LA RAUDHA! bwahahaha..

anyways, parents just walked in the house at 11pm and my mom told me dad bought some psychedelic printed y-fronts. she told me to put them in the drawer where the rest of them y-fronts were. of course i said no! but out of sheer curiousity of how disastrously horrid the prints were- i took a peek. and! it is in fact season one of new york csi !!!

so im off to work now. where? ny laar!

'sniffles by yours truly'

its a cold morning. physical cold- the one where your teeth chatter, where youve worn a jacket and socks and wrapped a blanket around you- cold. where you sneeze and sniffle because of the very cold of the morning..and its a thursday morning people!

thursday morning! if youve noticed..its a thursday morning!! one day away from the...(queue drumroll) weekends! thats right people. its that time of the week! its THE weekend! and despite SJ's absence- hell! its the weekend! like two whole empty unscheduled days! but wait...friday's off too! pa-wow! its like the weekend just got loonger! uhuh! we are having a long weekend! free drinks all round! or if youre just as cold as i am- free wipes all around! yaar!

so. its a thursday and it begins at 10 with SJ. then its with carrot-top wb.

ay ay captain!

i cant hear you?!

AY AY CAPTAIN!

OOOH! who lives in a pineapple under the sea?!

SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!

is porous and absorbent as he?!

SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!

lalallalalallala...

SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!

lalalallalalalala...

SPONJ-GEE-BOB SQUARE-PAAANTS!

(queue hula music)

blame the cold for this queer unexplainable conduct of mine.

happy israk mikraj!!

'whirring by the ceiling fan'

who would have thought id be up at 1:11am of sept 1st eh? i sure wldnt...
anyways tmr's israk mikraj.
its encouraged for you to practise khir so in otherwise -
think, speak, act and be good
try anyways. it is afterall only an encouragement not a demand.

so..tmr tutorial's at ten and SJ is going to be there. then after amlit, we'll meet for the movie analysis shite. not that its shite cos Lord knows this very shite contributes to my grades, ceteris paribus, my future.
so after amlit, its dead again, again but without diana.....
i'll keep you updated dee!

and so..its still sept 1st but past 1:11am. the dvd finally works on dutzar.
o o !

introducing dutzar!

dutzar is my latpop. the typo is deliberate as its playful and less physical?

yes.
so dutzar's my latpop cos earlier tday i.e. 31st aug -
hayati/hay/yatz asked me what latpop's name is.

i was stumped.
i said it was 'my comp' and she took it as my asking her back 'my comp?'
and i reiterated 'my comp' again as i knew that i had said it without her understanding of it not having the punctuation '?'.
i think we continued this tennis match of 'my comp' and 'yes your comp('s name)?' for a bit when

i had to stop despite the fun i partook in the short but quick-to-mundane tennis match of words. and it was then people!
it was then- that very moment when i stopped fooling around with hayati/hay/yatz-
that was the very moment when latpop was named

dutzar

so right. dutzar and me going to sleep now. you have a happy israk mikraj.