fP.FILES.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

drunk.

i drank for the first time and got fucking dead drunk and did some stupid shit.

adam, i am sorry! please talk to me and put me back at your top 2 spot. <33

Euphoria (BAC = 0.03 to 0.12 %)

Subject may become more self-confident or daring.

Their attention span shortens. They may look flushed.

Their judgement is not as good — they may express the first
thought that comes to mind, rather than an appropriate comment
for the given situation.

They have trouble with fine movements, such as writing or signing their name.

i'm feeling weird ;11:44 AM

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Monday, August 07, 2006

Fill in the blanks.

i'm feeling weird ;9:31 AM

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Sunday, August 06, 2006

seriously (insert your name)__________, fuck you.

i'm feeling weird ;6:07 PM

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Tuesday, August 01, 2006

i left some money in the pocket of my jeans.

$34.70 to be exact.

and the fucker that IS my brother took it. no he stole it.

and put it in his wallet.

and left his wallet behind when he left home.

obviously i took back what was mine.

DIA PERANGAI MACAM CHIBAI KAN!?

HIS ATTITUDE IS LIKE A VAGINA RIGHT!?

i'm feeling weird ;9:16 PM

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Saturday, July 29, 2006

a few days ago my brother was like bugging me to use the computer like all the time, so i bedek bedek i need to type important things, actually i was just typing the shit below. just to delay time and annoy him, he seriously thought i was typing dont know what on notepad, actually i just type whats in my head. ok?

i so have to freaking stop procrastinanting.like seriously. when the hell am i suppose to fucking start studying sia????
and
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

fucking fucking fucking fucking fucking

shahida stop telling me to stop using fuck.

because i fucking wont fucking stop fucking saying fucking fuck.

ugh anyways.
i think really like someone.i feel warm and fuzzy inside.and i have been gIgging like a stupid schoolgirl with very long breast.
and had been in a happy mood most of the time, heck im even considering not to skip maths and chem infocus tomorrow.and kah chuan, that 'chigga' (chinese+nigga lah bodoh) rapped in class today, i mean i seriously wonder what the fuck goes on inside his head, like seriously. apa fikiran dia siak?? what is he gonna be when he grow up?? alah, firdaos sudah diam.
and my brother yang melayu low class bodoh tu, dyed a part oh his hair pink. merepek nak mampos siak tu jantan. and i did yoga with yunisha just now in the library. dont ask. actually nah, its like u guys would be asking or what kan cb kentot kering.

and im sooo not into the fact the the gates of hell are open, but then again it always was, if not, how the fuck do u explain my dumb stepfather's annoying existence 24/7? and like i was practically suffocating just now sia, all the burning and shit. hell hell hell.

AND I MADE A NEW LOGO FOR fP!
OK , im fucking sleepy and tired and that scumbag lover had not returned my comment which i am so anticipating for . cannot wait for friday. really, if that bodoh balik from night school or what merepek arh, finally i can type without lookinG at the keyboard, KEBAGUSAN.

oh and these few days, myspace had bben down several times, which made me visit friendster, and had nothing better to do.. so ... i read alll my testimonials, and it had made me quite sad, about how much shit had change. but everyone changes, so fuck it lah.

oh, and there are like kids from australia in tpss who were like exchange students or some crap, and all thEsE potential SPG little sluts in tpss were like throwing themsleves over them, quite annoying . in fact i felt a bit embarassed. and so felt like ditching my uniform. dalah most of the announcers speaks english macam bunyi keluar dari pepek, poot poot. ok, i just assumed it would sound like that. but really lah, annoying arh . im sooo lazy for school now ya know. fucking destroying me. bit by bit.

and i am contemplating on having a tattoo on my neck or shoulder blade or some crap., but i guess those thoughts were influnced by all these spirits fron hell instructing me to do evil things, eh tattoo is haram in islam ok.

bye samantha!

i'm feeling weird ;12:20 AM

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Sunday, July 23, 2006

You said you couldn't stay
You've seen it all before,
I knowThey sold you on their way
Oh honey that's ok

No harm, he's armed
Setting off all your alarms
When I found out
I hope it's you who's set this trap

And storefronts rarely change
At least I'm on my own again
Instead of anywhere with you
Ah tell me it's all the same

And I lost my page again
I know this is surreal
But I'll try my luck with you
This life is on my side
I am your one
Believe me this is a chance

Lets see what's for sale
He's trying not to give his job a chance
It's never going to be
It's sad but I agree
The signals don't seem right
It lasts for just one night, and then
I'm sorry that I said that we were just good friends

i'm feeling weird ;9:16 AM

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Saturday, July 22, 2006

I WAS A AWOKEN IN THE MIDDLE OF MY SLEEP BY THIS STRANGE STRANGE DREAM.

ABOUT A STUPID S.O.B. LITERALLY 24 KARAT SON OF A BITCH.

no offence to all those dog lovers out there, but i hate dogs.

I HATE HATE HATE DOGS.

their current obsession to bark at me and chase me like fuck just reinforces my hatred. just recently during some performance night thingy, shahida's neighbour's dog chased me. its a fucking shitzu or whatever, and i was wearing all dior homme-ish (which some fashion un-educated people dont get and they giggle abit like as tough i am pasting a plaster on someone's wounded armpit). so u can imagine, i wear nice nice already and a fucking brown wig with an evil face chased me. i run like fuck!!! like seriously fast! and then i started to sweat, then i began to curse curse curse. fuck chibai babi sundal mak kau gemok tetek panjang all came out.

OK FINE STOP. ABOUT MY DREAM.

I DREAMT THAT i WAS WATCHING TV, and there was this dalmation behind the tv table, so i got bored with oprah saying the same thing, so i switched off the tv. AND THAT SON OF A BITCH GOT MAD. the dalmation started like growling and barking and i remembered what shahida said..

"oi bodoh! if a dog start walking towards u and bark dont run lah sial, stupid fuck the dog confirm will chase you! just stay still, wah wah woof!"

so i heeded her advice and stood still, and slowly... like pink panther (wah like spy arh!) i entered a room and locked the door, then suddenly like 5 minutes later the door of the room im in opened, and guess who opened it, THAT FUCKING DALMATION LAH SIA!!! AND IT WAS STANDING ON ITS HIND LEGS AND IT TALKED,
THEN suddenly while i was conversing with that dog about the economy (ok lah bedek, the dog just begged me to switch on the tv, can open door,cannot switch on tv, BUDUH.)), a hand. A FUCKING HAND, A FUCKING HAND HOLDING A TWEEZER actually FLOATED IN FRONT ON US, AND THE HAND WAS GREY IN COLOUR. what the hell does it mean???
apparently according to my mom, if u had a dream about a dog attacking you,barking furiously at you , etc, etc, it means that someone is gonna backstab you. and it sucks.

because at this point of time, Im so happy with the people im with.
and what about the hand holding the tweeer??

have i incurred the wrath of a beautician?

especially since i always made fun of their dumb tv ads, ( i mean what sia, New York skin solutions from New york. obviously. then what New York skin solutions from KELANTAN?)

give me a clue people. i have thought in my head, about who is gonna backstab me, what with the clue of that dumb hand floating while holding a tweezer. but i shall not let that thought develop.

if you have anyway to intepret my dream please do so and email me with "DREAM INTEPRETETION LAH SIA" AS ITS SUBJECT NAME, MY EMAIL IS : firdaosPidau@hotmail.com . im serious people. ok lah, i want to wash my hands. BYE.

i'm feeling weird ;8:14 AM

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Tuesday, July 11, 2006

controversial shit.

i mean c'mon.
this skank uses the word 'funky' to describe herself.

just click on the pics and be the judge.

there's nothing wrong being bisexual or homosexual.

and i doubt, this lesbian girl even wanna lick "funkygerl6@hotmail.com's" tits.

because, i assume, much like herself, her tits must be rotten.

click on the pics and be the judge.
yes, i am evil, and i have weird hair. get over it.

continued(slow stupid skanks like herself reply shit very slowly):

ihavebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP. says:
im soooo gonna ruin you.

.NUR IZYAN. PINCH ME! says:
as if i care

ihavebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP. says:
oh

ihavebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP. says:
trust me

ihavebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP. says:
you would.

.NUR IZYAN. PINCH ME! says:
apa jekk

ihavebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP. says:
itu lah apa orang BODOH macam kau ckp. dasar prangai sundal.

i'm feeling weird ;7:50 PM

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Saturday, July 01, 2006

MY ROOM.
CLICK ON THE PICTURE FOR A LARGER VIEW.

i'm feeling weird ;2:47 PM

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Saturday, June 10, 2006

I LOVE TRANSFORMERS SO FUCKING MUCH!

OMG! I CANT WAIT! I CANT WAIT!

i'm feeling weird ;7:55 PM

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Wednesday, June 07, 2006

i really really really cant stand people who bitch about someone in their blog and eventually deleting that particular post because they fear that the person the bitched about might find out about their bitchin.

i also cant stand people who blogged a post when they are angry and only to be deleting it when they feel better.

so people, basically i wont delete my "i wish so and so is dead" posts, even when i feel fucking happy a few moments later. simply because a blog is also used to record a blogger's feelings at a particular time.

btw, i actually did some fucking fun things a few days ago, but im too lazy too blog about it. so, yeah.

AND ALSO, i just noticed that some HDB flats are badly and tackily painted, like random squares and circles and triangles on some panels of a fucking HDB building.

typin the shapes reminds me of Hi-5's "circle,square,rectangle,circle,triangle,circle,circle,square" thing. poor asian lady in Hi-5(i forgotten her name and too lazy to check), you are now being replaced by another asian woman named "SUN" ,as if it is not bad enough that that freak nathan is your boyfriend.

ok bye, i wanna eat milo powder then cry myself to sleep. . . . . . . . . . .

(YEAH, OK. whatever.)

i'm feeling weird ;10:45 PM

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Saturday, June 03, 2006

FUCKING DIE LAH FARHHAD!!!!
ANNOYING PIEACE OF TYPICAL MALAY SHIT.

UNEUCATED
STUPID
NARROW-MINDED
HERD MINDSET
ZERO FASHION SENSE
THINK THEY ARE THE BEST IN THE WORLD
HAVE A LIMIED VOCABULARY
BODOH NAK MAMPOS

IF YOU ARE LIKE THIS, LEAVE MY BLOG AND GO KILL YOURSELF.

SERIOUSLY HE IS SOOO FUCKING ANNOYING.

DARE CALL ME 'ANAK DERHAKA' IS HE LIKE FUCKING KIDDING ME OR WHAT???

SIAL ARH, ITS PEOPLE LIKE HIM HAT MAKES PEOPLE THINK TWICE ABOUT SHOPPING AT TOPMAN.

WHEN I HAVE MY BOUTIQUE I'LL FAVE A FILTER AT THE ENTRANCE.

IF YOU ARE LIKE MY BROTHER , A PIECE OF LOW CLASS THRASH THEN OBVIOUSLY YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED ENTRY, NOT EVEN 100 METER NEAR MY SHOP.

BECAUSE fP. HAS AN IMAGE.

I'LL SMILE AT YOUR FUNERAL.

i'm feeling weird ;2:02 PM

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Tuesday, May 23, 2006

i have already been looking out for what to wear for prom since last year already.

and it is annoying me alot.

chibye.

fP.

i'm feeling weird ;10:53 PM

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Monday, May 22, 2006

IM SUPPOSE TO BE IN SCHOOL ACTUALLY.

BUT. im at home. not because i was sick, not because im lazy, not because i didnt do my freakin homework. but because i lost my dior homme-ish skinny school pants. and my mom still have no fuckin idea i didnt go to school. FANG GUE GUE!

an ode to my skinny.

oh my pantsy!
the dior homme-ish ones.
you're makin me feel antsy!
not having razor sharp tailoring wrap my buns.

is it a sign!
that dior homme is passe?
it had been in my mind!
just like komala's thosai.

a fashion victim!
a lover of only dior homme?
yes it seems!
dah makan? BELUM.

but what to wear?
well there is always jil sander.
oh! oooh..yeah!
im a chameleon, not a salamander.

succexy and thin!
I CANT AFFORD TO BE FAT.
salad and beans!
i have to eat that.

-fP.

i'm feeling weird ;11:04 AM

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Saturday, May 20, 2006

i have an opinion.
i hate pretending.
and so therefore i wont.
im not such a big fan of kissing ass.
AND THIS IS MY FUCKING BLOG.
also!!!!!!!!!!!!

this shit has been bugging me for a long tiome, you know how ridiculous it is? everyone has to hide behind a fake superficial facade. just to always please others, im guilty of that but now i do things for MYSELF.
is it not socially accepted to not be socially accepted? must everyone be like the other? this is what i do not like about society. yes, i might sound like a fucking snob, but the thing is i am 40% human 40%fashionista and 20%snob. so that might explain the way i am.

so , something that has been bothering you. alot. you have been keeping quite mum. and suddenly you just blow up. refer to the "the second friday may 19 post, at 1.09pm". i do not even consider that really blowing up, considering my standard of actually blowing up.
and suddenly you are regarded as 'NOT HAVING A HEART'. but if you bother to actually analyse all this you will realise, the fact that these problems are bothering me, the fact that it can cause so much hurt and emotional distress , the fact that im now using a blog for its actual sole purpose-an outlet of anger and overwhelming feelings-, clearly shows that i have a fucking heart.get it?

as much as truth, honesty and apathy play an equally large role in friendship, sometimes one overides the other. like in this instance. truth and honesty clearly overides apathy. everyone has an opinion about everything. it is up to them to let it show through. and usually there are certain factors that causes these more personal opinions to show through, like how much the issue is bothering and affecting a certain individual. as much as ayuni states : "ooh i can easily speak my mind.but i choose not to." and i agree that at time it is best to shut the fuck up, but if a fucking issue is bothering you so much, THEN DO SOMTHING ABOUT IT. BREAK THE DAMN CYCLE. yes, things might crumble. might fall. but no one said that change is easy. there is so much about my life that people do not know about. im just like everyone else. i have secrets. and my life, involve lots of drastic changes you do not even know about. AND I HAVE COME TO THE POINT WHERE I JUST WANT IT TO STOP. its role reversal baby, no more playing the victim.
no more playing the victim.

and it is really sad. ellisa come on, i dont hate you. i hope you dont hate me as well. i just want things to get slightly back to normal. wanting things too get back to exactly the way it was, will just be ridiculous, like demanding for a free prada bag in a louis vuitton boutique.
and yeah, for the person that sms me yesterday. im sorry that maybe what i blogged about might be a bit harsh, but we all have those moments. A.S.K.

love fP.

P.S: this post is so personal, omg! i cant believe it, im reading it and going all woah.. but i just had to do it. break the cycle.

i'm feeling weird ;9:53 AM

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Friday, May 19, 2006

i found out something spoooooooooooooky today!!

oooh.. i can feel the hair on my neck beneath the collar of my prada shirt, standing!!!!

OOOOHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

apprently... f

f...fffff......

f. . . fff . fff . .f . f

(after trying so hard to overcome my fear and anxiety) . . ff f.

fang gue gue means SQUARE EXPENSIVE GHOST in mandarin!!!

very spooookkkky ( FYI im pronouncing 'spo-key' in my head )

SPOOKY!

by the way it wasnt a prada shirt i was wearing, it was a versace, no ok wait.. fine, it was my school shirt! get of fmy case already! there i have said it! happy now? for fucking crying out loud! ergh!

i'm feeling weird ;9:37 PM

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i so cant fucking wait to get secondary school and o levels over.and.done.with.

really lah, most friends i have in that dumb instituition (instituition seh..) are superficial.
maybe except one or two. yes. that many. maybe based on the folowing factors:

im quite anti-social.
i will not stand hanging around with people whom i know are constantly bitching about me, just to feel included or crap. because it really is not worth it at all.
i always judge people by what they wear.
im just plain weird at times.
i have long fingers.

i even have a friend that dare claimed "sial arh! firdaos! i have always been there for you sia!", when she:

couldnt really give a shit.
tell people almost everything i told her.
count pretending to care as 'caring' enough.
left me to rot when i fell asleep in class, when we are supposed to go to a venue other than our class for a lesson. (yes, ended up being 'stranded' alone.)
just really couldnt give a shit.

also, a self proclaimed best friend that:

only talks to me when nawal is not around.
left me to rot.
pulls a 'cant-be-bothered-fuck-away-from-me face' whenever i suceed in anything. yes seriously, a simple 'congratulations' or some shit like that will do. but noooo.....
really just could not give a fuck.

yeah, but u know, maybe im just boring or something and maybe i cant really blame you for just constantly ignoring me and crap, like you said, there are reasons behind your actons and crap, but even after the conference that involve me pushing down your oh so delicious chilli crab cup noodle to the cold cement floor, things have changed this much *puts index finger 1 millimetre apart from thumb*.

it really is sad.

and im sad.

i didnt do so well for my mid year.

plus i have to go to the dumb 'intensive malay nonsense' later.

oh, and i got A1 for art! 79/100!!!!!!!1!111!!eleven!!!!!!1111!!!!!!1!!!

yes! IM BOASTING! YES YES! BUT IM ALLOWED TO FREAK OUT OVER THIS, I REALLY PUT IN ALOT OF EFFORT FOR MY ART. SO YEAH.

fang gue gue! REPEAT AFTER ME! FANG GUE GUE!

i'm feeling weird ;1:09 PM

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Wednesday, May 17, 2006

mindless conversation on MSN with sarah, regarding the ever so pure symbol of dignity, life and virtue.fang gue gue.

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
ANG XUEHUANG GOOOOOON!

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
SHIN TOU MEI EN!

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
HUANG XIAO BE REN!

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
A TONG MALAI!

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
SHENG UI TONG SIA KAI NGEE SOK TIAM NIAM HOI

drive me wild says:
you very aneh iek your pic

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
SHEN TOU!

drive me wild says:
AND, I FEEL LIKE IM TALKING TO A BIGASS PANDA FLYING ON A FLOWER

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
XIAO MEI MEI REN NIE KUAI QI YONG TAU FOOOOOOO NAN IT SEN TER!

drive me wild says:
HAHAHA

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
FANG GUE GUE dun fang gue gue with me arh u...

drive me wild says:
YONG TAU FOOO

drive me wild says:
hahaha

drive me wild says:
fang gue gue

drive me wild says:
!!

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
dun try TO FANG GUEGUE!

drive me wild says:
FANG GUE GUE APERRRR?

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNGG GUEGUE!!!!

drive me wild says:
(eh, my pic cool right? ((: )

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
ITS JUST A HAPPY PHRASE!

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
FANG GUE GUE!!!!

drive me wild says:
ITS A HAPPY PHRASE?

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
OK LAH FINE

drive me wild says:
AND YOU'RE ASKING ME TO NOT BE HAPPY?

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
ITS NOT.

drive me wild says:
ROAARRR!!

drive me wild says:
NOW I CHONG MOI NEK LIAO!!!

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
ITS A CHANT THAT EMO KIDS SAY WHEN THEY CUT THEMSELVES

drive me wild says:
I VERRRY VERRYY CHONG MOI NEK!!

drive me wild says:
whoa!

drive me wild says:
HAHAHAHA

drive me wild says:
MORE LIKE AUNTIES SING THAT WHEN THEY CUT VEGGIES!

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
FANG GUE GUE ANG GUE GUE ANG GUE GUE ANG GUE GUE (SLITS WRIST)
WAH!

drive me wild says:
FUCK LAH

drive me wild says:
HILARIOUS

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
ANG GUE (GUE) MUSIC!

drive me wild says:
hahaahahaha!

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
SHEN TAI PAN TIONG

drive me wild says:
HOK CHOI LAM NGOK!

ivebeenshortoflogicsoiampassedoutonthepatio.by.fP.™ says:
WAH CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE tiam

END.

IM SOOOO FUCKING LAZY TO GO TO SCHOOL TOMORROW.
maybe i'll just 'pretend sick'.

BUT THATS BESIDE THE POINT.

THE POINT IS:

YES MEANS YES!
NO MEANS NO!
I SAY YES SO
YES MEANS YES!

YES MEANS YES!
NO MEANS NO!
I SAY NO SO
NO MEANS NO!

i'm feeling weird ;10:34 PM

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Thursday, May 04, 2006

this has been my favourite song for as long as i can remember.
never could relate to it.
until recently.

i know i'm strange, i know i've changed.
i’m being brave for no ones sake.
i’ve got two legs so i can run away.
and stop.

at the end of the day it makes no difference what i say.
we both know that you’ll always get your way.

is there a hole in your head?
did you not here what i just said?
no matter what you will always get your way.

at the end of the day i lack the will to escape,
we both know i’ve nothing left to give.

is there something in your mind
that makes it so hard to be kind?
we both know i've nothing left to give.

the highs the lows the too's and fro's.
you'll come and go,
but never know that this absurd four letter word means nothing.

i roam the streets in pouring rain,
the alcohol won’t ease the pain.
the image in the mirror frame is breaking

i know i'm strange, i know i've changed.
i’m being brave for no ones sake.
i’ve got two legs so i can run away.

dull or floored i'm insecure.
it’s clear to me that we've grown forward.
i‘ve got no faith in friendship anymore.

it makes me dumb,
it makes me shake.
my sense of feel has gone away.
as if your take will knock me out of shape.

i’m uninspired and full of doubt
but these grey days might sort me out
and put some colour back into the world.

i’ve been to a party so
i'm passed out on the patio outside of your back door
and i've been here before. 12 times,
i'm slime and i've got one thing on my mind,
you're on my mind.

well she will sit and talk to me
but that's not quite enough for me,
i’ll send a nasty text
to show i'm not impressed.
she won’t comply with the one thing on my mind
you’re on my mind.

something in my brain
and that explains the way that i behave.
need not feel ashamed.
these grey days.

end.

fP.: fucking hell, i am a classy bitch.

i'm feeling weird ;7:25 PM

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Wednesday, May 03, 2006

did not help.

the fact that you know the trouble.

and.
did not help.

all the ones you love.
you mistrust.

and it is sad.

shall keep it.

ellisa, do not lie.
stop lying.
and i know the story about your friend being dead is utter bullshit.
subconcious or not.
what happened today.
it happened for a reason.
already almost 4 years.
i want you dead.but that is anger talking.

nawal.
i have my doubts about you.
so if you are going to treat me like a used pad and throw me aside.
after what happened today.
i know what you tell me almost everyday is a lie.

did not expect things to turn out that way.

fP.

i'm feeling weird ;5:58 PM

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Tuesday, May 02, 2006

DISCLAIMER.
this post might not be suitable for a narrow-minded, childish, and annoying audience.

so ok.

we all know that sex... sells.

EVERYONE (yes, as you are about to see.) knows that.

we also know that products that are sold at an economically friendly price fly of the shelves faster than you can say "KISS MY ASS AND CALL ME AUNTY!"

right? right? right?

OF COURSE.

So basically,

MY CONCLUSION?

SEX
+
ECONOMICAL PRICE
=
THE BEST BUSINESS STRATEGY EVER!

or maybe not.

or maybe yes!!!

at least to the apek that came up with this:

this is no illusion!

they are really selling 'sexy economical vegetable rice and porridge here!'

no kidding!

and directly in front of my school too!

yes! ITS SEXY! AND CHEAP!

Kinda like some people in my school,

except i'll replace 'sexy' with 'whorish' , it seems more suitable.
(theres is nothing sexy bout having a dozen tissue paper stuffed down in each of your bra-cup ya know! hint! hint!)

don't cha??!!

HUH!?

HUH!!!?

SAY MY NAME!

OK.

thats just sick.

oh well.

i'm feeling weird ;6:28 PM

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Saturday, April 08, 2006

a few days ago. i told nawalon (the names actually nawal, but nawalon sounds more fun.) to take pictures of me when im not realising it. but how can i not, so i just pretended to talk crap so that it will appear natural. ended up like this.

oh and hell no. this is not my "normal" face. are you crazy.

on a totally different note,

i recently recalled someone on friendster who has one photo of herself captioned "isn't im pretty??"

ok like what the fuck. that sounds sooo wrong.

so it spurred me to say shit like "isn't im smart??", isn't im handosome??" (typo, but handosome. HANDOSOME. H A N D O S O M E !!?? hahahaha!!!), "isn't im fat??. "isn't im (insert apprpriate adjective)" whenever the opportunity arises. its fun. TRY IT!

i'm feeling weird ;4:41 AM

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Monday, April 03, 2006

I WAS READING 8 DAYS.
and came across this article. I SOOOOOO had to share it with you.

click on the pic below and pay special attention to the STATEMENTS boxed in red. DO IT I SAY!!!:

oh you still cant see?

click on the pic below.DO IT I SAY!!!!!!!

YES. you have not misread. this dumbass chick really did say:
"a man with hairless legs can't be trusted" and meant it.

so,

MY CONCLUSION IN A PIC:

YOU learn something new everyday don't you.

now u know who to trust.

oh god. i need to pee.

i'm feeling weird ;6:53 PM

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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

DISCLAIMER!: DO NOT! I REPEAT, DO NOT FOLLOW MY STYLE OF ANSWERING SOCIAL STUDIES QUESTIONS!!! I FAIL ALL THE TIME! AND I AM NOT BOYCOTTING GIORDANO OR WHAT CRAP!!! I JUST FIND THE AD RIDICULOUS! IT'S MY OPINION! ITS MY BLOG! GAGAGAHAGAHAGAHAGAHG!!!

SEE,im goin all social-studies-ish.

Ans: fucking hell no. as much as i think giordano is ok and crap but the advertisement is soo freaking WRONG!
Firstly, this picture is ironic. the statements "life.style.comfort." and the picture of the model wearing crap is a MAJOR contradiction.

the statement highlighted above has positive conontation.

however, the way the ubiquitous nyonya-ish polo tees are being worn is very negative, it belongs in hell. seriously.
the layering of "happy care bear coloured " polo tees so does not represent life! instead it suggest that the wearer 'get a fuckin life'-due to resorting to extreme measures just to attract attention. it also does not suggest comfort, i mean seriously, since when is WEARING EIGHT POLO TEES COFORTABLE??? TELL ME???!!! and in scorching singapore. a normal person would already be sweating like a prostitute in church by just wearin A POLO TEE.
and lastly. THIS WAY OF WEARING POLO TESS AINT STYLISH!!!
AT ALL!!!!
IF THERE REALLY ARE SUCH THINGS AS FASHION POLICE YOU'LL BE TORTURED TO DEATH!!! U ARE PUNISHED BY HAVING TO WEAR A GOGGLE FILLED WITH SAMBAL BLACHAN!!!! YOUR EYELIDS WILL BE STAPLED OPEN!!!
AND YOU WIL BE STONED TO DEATH!!!! AND YOUR PET DOG WIL BE KILLED FOR FUN! AND YOUR INTERNA ORGANS WILL BE FED TO SHEEPS!!!! SHEEPS I TELL YOU!!!! SHEEPS!!!!! AAARRRGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok. too much drama already...........................

i'm feeling weird ;12:54 PM

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Saturday, March 25, 2006

OMG.OMG.

OK. i finally updated,

rejoice rejoice!

and thanks to SHAHIDA TAHARINA!

ok fine, her names actually shahida taha.

but i thought SHAHIDA TAHARINA is like more you know...'oomph!'

the type of name that you JUST have to type in italics.

ok so, this girl.

is a poet.

a poet i tell you!

just look at the poem she made below:

that was sooooo weird. i had to update my blog. oh sooo had to.

she IS not just a poet, this SHAHIDA TAHARINA. she's an exotic dancer too.

just look at this video to prove my point.

imagine her doin that on a pole in your kitchen or on one of those pipes you see downstairs.

CLICK THE LINK.

SHAHIDA TAHARINA'S HOT EXOTIC VIDEO!

SEXY.

i'm feeling weird ;2:11 PM

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Saturday, February 04, 2006

someone, please buy me photoshop for my birthday. im sick of paint. so tak proffesional.

ocbyfP.

i'm feeling weird ;1:14 PM

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Tuesday, January 31, 2006

it has been a fuckin long time eh, here is a photo taken in class during art free period. there are more but fucking blogger took too long to load .

its a firdaosPidau ad!!! yalah low class. but wtf, i use paint.

nawal and firdaos for fP.

Hello! Let's go to Hougang!
Where the grass is greener,
Marshmellows at your kelenkang!
Means you're a winner!!!!

by firdaosPidau.

end.

i'm feeling weird ;10:59 PM

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Tuesday, January 17, 2006

hello! click on the pic.

SUMMARY OF TODAY!!!

is and elle are dunzo. guess its the better for both of them, or maybe not.

+i have been practicing how to smile in front of the mirror, whenever there is a mirror, wherever there is a mirror!!! ok, in my toilet, behind the shitbowl, there is like a mirror, covering half the goddamn wall, and while shiting, i turn my head around and practice smiling!

+ok,you know that if u send an SMS to a home number, some machine operator crap thing will like SPEAK OUT YOUR MESSAGE. but u have to spell it correctly. so what i did was, i send the big breast poem (Oh! the big breast china plate!Oh the big breast jolly well love don't hate!Oh the big breast pancake!Oh eat it all up for big breast's sake!) to my homephone and recorded what it says on my cellphone and set it as my ringtone. what you'll get is a robotic lady's voice with a british accent reciting the big breast poem, dun believe? then try. so yeah, u have an idea of what my ring tone sounds like, so i was there in the library and i forgotten to set it to silent mode, and SHAHIDA CALLED! AND ALMOST EVERYONE IN THE LIBRARY HEARD MY VULGAR RINGTONE (BIG BREAST POEM LAH!). AND WHEN I ANSWERD THE PHONE SHE STARTED SQUEELING AND TALKING WEIRD, LOUDLY. AND EVERYONE COULD HEAR HER, AND she wasnt even on speaker. she was just psycho.

+bloody in-focus started already and singh is in the hospital.and we don't care. cause obviously because he so hate us. vice versa.

+you don't know!! yeah! HO! a chant created today in class.

and this is for someone: get your facts straight.

i'm feeling weird ;11:35 PM

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Friday, January 13, 2006

ok, this is actually not nes-sir-sare-ree, as i blogged out of boredom. i forgotten how to spell that fuckin word, neccesary nessesary? ok fuck it, forget about it.btw just now watched 'in her shoes' with my pals and it quite sucked. as usual i sat beside nawal the slut and we were doing all this crazy shit we always do. i cant sit beside any one else as people will go all 'fuck off!' on me.

so there we were, some sort like holding up our drinks and like lead the straw to the bodyparts of the actors.

apart from stupid smuggled drinks from long john silver,

we used headbands and our fingers and all.

we like put the stupid headband on the actors and go all "wah!!! so pretty!" and crap like that.

not literally on the actors lah! but like arh! forgetaboutit!

btw from today, until further notice call me SHARTY GUGU.

A NAME GIVEN TO ME BY NAWALON.

yeah, we give each other weird names.

so?

so what? ketupat! aku berak engkau jilat!

just a primary school flashback.

btw, i have been doing my maths homework, first time in like, years. for real!

sharty gugu, signing out!

i'm feeling weird ;7:19 PM

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Thursday, January 12, 2006

As much as i wanna blog about happy shit.why lie, when lately things have been pretty fucked up.it comes to a point where i almost lose my faith. at almost everything.where i can't come home feeling like i belong.it really feels good blogging about this. it really does.i am having so much stress at home (whats new, first time blogging about it). all hidden behind a fake 'yes i do not hate you anymore' look. and fucking schoolwork so do not help it. trust me, im trying my fuckin best to improve. really.

ok

on another note!

i cannot do this, trying to blog happy marshmellowy things. (marshmellow is a yummy dish, yes wrong word. i know)
ok, im just trying to blog about happy stuffs like reindeers and rainbows and raincoats (ignore that). but again, i really cant. i know. this must be the most boring post ever, and sorry for not blogging often, not getting weird no more. trust me , i will. this blog reflects my mood. and i do not feel good. had a fight with my stupid slut brother. spits and blood and a broken cupboard door (gerobok, or almari. wtf.).

on another note i mass sms-ed this to my friends too:

Chelly chelly lon cham pas!
Bathing is a must!
people like aslam you should not trust!
just now i took a bus!

what? i was bored ok.

wow. this post is SO 'emo-kid' of me.

which is so not fP.

i'm feeling weird ;9:27 PM

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Saturday, January 07, 2006

i mass sms-ed this poem to my friends just now.

here goes... the poem:

Oh! the big breast china plate!
Oh the big breast jolly well love don't hate!
Oh the big breast pancake!
Oh eat it all up for big breast's sake!

dont ask why.

fP.

i'm feeling weird ;6:46 PM

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PLEASE READ THIS RIDICULOUSLY LONG POST.

hello! i know. has been a long time since i bloody blogged. my bloody PC fucking brokedown.

ok so now im back! but do not expect me to blog daily. i got school.

and seriously speaking. my blogging break had been sorta enriching.(i cant believe i used that word)

im gonna be more open when it comes to blogging.

and im not gonna blog everyday. i got school ! (im repeating myself. i know.)

ok so fuck it.

imm gonna tell you a summary of what happened. lately.

went to NYE party at bloody orchard and bloody banglas put their dirty small dick on my female friend and swiped one of their vaginas, i know. fucking bangla!!!! i hope the ones that did those molestations choke on their thosai!!! fucking bastards!

other than that.

i have been thinking of starting a business.

selling JACKFRUITS!!!!

i already have the tag line and TV commercial sort out!

so heres the blueprint:

my inspiration: i have been hearing the sentence "na ge se mo tong xi" from my 'liaozzzz' and 'haizz' and 'bahakkzz' saying friends in my class one too many times. it apparently meant: 'what is that' or something lah in chinese.(duh)

and so: i tried makin sense of it (na ge se mo tong xi) in a language i can actually speak... so i twisted the sentence and and "translated" it to malay, and now it sounds like : NANGKA SEMUA TONGSI!!!

'nangka semua tongsi' translated in english means : jackfruits are all tongsi.

ok so wtf is TONGSI you might wonder??? its a brand of fruits (not established yet!)!!! specialised in producing fuckin delicious jackfruits!!! another product from fP.

ok the commercial will be likesomething like this. read on!:

a chinese guy (who could speak malay, english and chinese), went over to visit his malay friend's (who could also speak malay, english and chinese) house.

cg: chinese guy.
mg: malay guy.

mg: eh hi!!! come in come in!

cg: yeah thank you !

mg: here have some jackfruits, you have to try it.

cg: well ok liaozz.... ( eyes squint, make orgasmic sounds ala herbal essence shampoo commercial) ok!!!! that tasted so good!!! fucking good!!! na ge se mo tong xi?!?! (what is that!?!?)

mg: jackfruit, tapi jangan luper, aku punye nangka SSSSEEEEMMUA TONGSI! (but do not forget, my fackfruits are AAALLLLLLL TONGSI!)

cg: tongsi????

mg: (takes jackfruit with "tongsi" labelled sticker out of nowhere and place it on the table with a THUD!!! lights radiating from around the tongsi jackfruit) this is tongsi!

mg & cg SAY IN UNISON: wow!!! (here comes the tag line!) ITS YUMMY! ITS JUICY! ITS TONGSI!!!!!!!

than a video montage of the two friends with other friends smiling and laughing while eating tongsi jackfruit to the background of a tacky musical melody, suited for some stupid malay cooking show when they list out the recipe on the screen (you know what i mean right!!??).

commercial ends!

so remember...

if its yummy..

if its juicy...

its definitely TONGSI!!!

OR IT COULD be some other thing.

yeah maybe even that, you otak kuning you.

i'm feeling weird ;5:35 PM

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