Black Pointed Shoes

2006-02-07T22:31:00.000+08:00

confession

Feelings are better left contained. We keep reminding ourselves that let us be the ones who are hurt as the world sings a happy tune. The whole notion that this is the solution in fact kills us by the second as our brains and emotions wait for the assurance that things will get better or someone will help me. The applied theory is for us to get over-involve in other aspects of life which are less important or win the supporting actor role by forgiving and forgetting. But most of the time in the end, we let it all out. We burst as a result of our implosion; mental confusion and emotional combustion. The only solution then becomes apparent though guilt stricken and embarrass by your own mud smear. That then, it was the right thing to do at the wrong time.

2006-02-04T20:57:00.000+08:00

6 Youths And Their Media Coverage

Singapore Polytechnic, 3rd February 2006

Channel Newsasia, 3rd February 2006

Berita Harian, 4th February 2006

Weekend Today, 4th February 2006

2006-02-01T01:36:00.000+08:00

quote

"If I'd been given a penis for every blog entry I've thought about, I would be a sperman by now."

2006-01-13T00:10:00.000+08:00

confession

Some people cannot stand the idea of others being more confident than them. A confident mode of presentation could be in terms of good spoken language, a perfect body size or a way of dressing. Others who do not possess or feel that they lack these qualities would stare and then turn to the nearest person and spontaneously laugh or whisper and comment. Then there are others who feel that they have or should possess these qualities. They would, turn up the next day in their bestest outfits. Or they would hide in their shells and cry. The menstrual cycle then continues.

For all of the above-mentioned parties, I for one admit I am all of the above.

2006-01-02T21:55:00.000+08:00

of New Year Resolutions

Video code provided by VideoCodePro

My outsides look cool
My insides are blue
Everytime I think I'm through
It's because of you
I've tried different ways
But it's all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame

Unpretty by TLC

When I was 7
They said I was strange
I noticed that my eyes and hair weren't the same
I asked my parents if I was OK
They said you're more beautiful
And that's the way, im sure that they wish
That they had your smile
So my confidence was up for a while
I got real comfortable with my own style
I knew that they were only jealous cause

People are all the same
And we only get judged by what we do
Personality reflects name
And if I'm ugly then
So are you

There was a time when I felt like I cared
That I was shorter than everyone there
People made me feel like life was unfair
And I did things that made me ashamed
Cause I didn't know my body would change
I grew taller than them in more ways
But there will always be the one who will say
Something bad to make them feel great

Everybody talks bad about somebody
And never realises how it affects somebody
And you bet it won't be forgotten
Envy is the only thing it could be

Ugly by Sugababes

2005-12-21T18:33:00.000+08:00

Of materialism

a sms conversation

Ryan: Diesel has 50% off. The tees are like 30 bucks. Not bad.
Me: Ahh..I want..but Ive overcome the art of materialism.
Ryan: Haha you want you want. Its not materialism. Its necessity.
Me: Go buy la you. Ive reformed. Back to my Buddhist teachings of simplicity, humility and not showing. Unlike you.
Ryan: Ok go shave your head.

conversation over dinner

Mommy: Do you have anything on next week?
Me: I dont know... But I might be busy.
Mommy: Oh...
Me: Why?
Mommy: I was planning for a short trip to KL.
Me: Oh go then, I will stay with Abang Alfi because he might not wanna go. Besides, he might have school.
Mommy: Ok, I was thinking of staying in a hotel this time round rather than your aunts place. Its nearer to town. Since its not more than 2 days. I just wanna check out the sale there, and meet with a friend.
Me: Sale? So when you are going?
Mommy: Monday or Tuesday?
Me: Oh I should be done with my projects by then.
Mommy: So youre coming?
Me: Yes

2005-12-11T20:54:00.000+08:00

the past two weeks

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2005-12-04T01:43:00.000+08:00

the past week

see me tai chi?

halal justice league

class rep wins hands up?

elf's ass

banana-fied

purplaganza

*author thanks sonia for photos

2005-11-27T00:26:00.000+08:00

today

i held on to this small plastic with a rubber band tied around its mouth, to prevent my newly-caught pet spider from escaping. throughout the day, i constantly took it out from my shirt's pocket to check whether it was there or still alive as i did today's routine of exciting things. i did remember to poke little holes onto the sides of plastic in case you readers were wondering.

now the spider has a third home in the form of a typical circular pvc container which is sitting nicely on my bedside table. tried as i might, i was not able to locate ants even in the more expected places like near the refrigerator or by the trash bin.

on a slightly different note, i am done reading the anansi boys by neil gaiman and no prizes for guessing what the book was about. the death of a spider god.

the other day i was thinking, what would be next after the era of blogging?

2005-11-21T22:00:00.000+08:00

of last year, last month, last week and yesterday

from left: Azlan(younger brother) and A-moi

Azlan and me make up after we fight.

2005-11-01T21:25:00.000+08:00

today

from today, yamini made me love her even more. i am contented.
and to those who have found me through this website, people who know me by name, how i present myself outside, or at some family function, i am seriously happy to say that i hate you. thanks for judging me.

grand finale, all artistes gather on stage.
no encore performance.

2005-10-30T12:42:00.000+08:00

thursday

ahmad, zul, syed, ikhsan, fareez and a-moi

there are people you can always count on

oh, missing-in-action photographer
abu and a-moi

now you know why he takes the photos

2005-10-23T16:40:00.000+08:00

Blogs are somewhat religions where it is usually up to an individual to comprehend, no way the author or person-up-there can control and no way for the individuals to know of the credibility or reliability of what have been said or done.

2005-10-21T15:44:00.000+08:00

today

Mommy woke me up at 12.15 and drove me out of the house to Friday prayers. The problem was, some bloody motorist/hell of a fuckdriver had to drive so close to my brothers bike that what-the-fuck-its-called sideview mirrors kissed my right arm.

Yes I am complaining. And my brother told me not to stick my arms out in the future cause this always happens.

Yes I am complaining. The other time, I stepped on the exhaust pipe and ended up howling in the middle of the night in some crowded, bikers-infested carpark.Then, he said "least I picked you up" and "who asked you to wear slippers?"

Yes I am complaining- about my results.

Done. No encore performance.

2005-10-17T17:11:00.000+08:00

enlightenment

sometimes you just wonder at God's creations

2005-10-15T01:32:00.000+08:00

random

i would like to be photographed having long, out-of-bed white hair wearing an elaborate chefs top and levis jeans.

my shoes would have to be white. or purple.

other than that random thought, im dying for KFC. and neil gaimans anansi boys. and my bloody pay.

thanks for coming to my unplugged concert.

2005-10-13T00:37:00.000+08:00

heritage tour: Esplanade, Little India and Geylang Serai

a moi

abu, a moi, sabarina

a moi, ultimate thosai, abu

siti, sabarina, elephant(background), roslan, a moi

jia ying, a moi, sonia

a moi, sonia

post-heritage tour syndrome

missing in action: sharinajip ali
catch the others: sabarina & sonia

2005-10-10T00:50:00.000+08:00

random

from Sabarina

7 things that scare me:

1) Mr Andrew Ang
2) Examination Results
3) People Crying
4) Heights
5) Abrupt Flying Objects (AFO)
6) People who say, "You look like someone from School of Business, SP..."
7) Materialistic Stuff Like Shoes, Bags, Clothes Etc.

7 things that i love the most:

1) Family
2) People Whom I Laughed With Before and After
3) People Who Acknowledges When I Say "I Love What Im Seeing"
4) Eating Everything Everywhere (EEE)
5) Beautiful People
6) People Saying " Youre Cute, You Look Like Taufik..." Etc.
7) Materialistic Stuff Like Shoes, Bags and Clothes Etc.

7 important things in my room:

1) Red Walls
2) Hanged T-Shirts
3) Sliding-Doored Wardrobe
4) Curtains
5) Uniformly Coloured/ Themed Bedsheets
6) 1,2,3,4 Hi-Fi
7) Door. Duh.

7 random facts about me:

1) I hosted my school's Speech And Prize Giving Day when I was in Primary 3.
2) I am not fat. It is a fact Ranon, face it.
3) I used to be in a dance company till Secondary 2.
4) I broke fast at Marche last year. Yes. Nothing new what.
5) I love the number 2.
6) I did not talk to Fareez for months for stupid reasons
7) I am not related to Taufik Batisah or anyone from School of Business, SP

7 things i plan to do before i die:

1) Quality time with family
2) Quality time with cousins
3) Quality time with yamini and fareez
4) Quality time with 3ediots
5) Laughter with anyone and everyone else
6) Tell everyone that it was nice knowing them
7) Tell everyone that i will see them soon

7 things i can do:

1) Sing Phantom Of The Opera and Unbreak My Heart
2) Cook maggi mee, senang di masak, enak di makan
3) Imitate weird voices, actions etc.
4) Be extremely, ultimately and disgustingly sarcastic
5) Act like anything you want me to
6) Eat, anytime
7) Laugh even when i am alone

7 things i can't do YET:

1) Make Abu tall
2) Make Ranon thin
3) Make Erik love his brother, pop music and shikin
4) Make Edmund disappear from the DMS
5) Make Beyonce my pet cat
6) Make my Dad a multi-illuminati billionaire
7) Make myself ugly

7 words i say the most:

1) Hahahahahaha
2) Hello.
3) EHH.
4) Hi Im Aizat
5) Sialar
6) Ranon youre fat
7) You are s o o ki- yoooouuttt (be with me version)

7 celeb crushes:

1) Beyonce
2) Beyonce
3) Beyonce
4) Beyonce
5) Beyonce
6) Beyonce
7) Missly Elliott can crush me, and Ruben Studdard too.

7 peeps that i love to see doing this:

Peeps?
Uuu roxxxx lei.
Muackzz.
Hiz, sTaE co0lL and fUnk!eZ.

EEEEEUUUUUUUUUWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

anything else, anyone?
done.

2005-10-08T12:30:00.000+08:00

Name The Above For Me

2005-10-06T01:35:00.000+08:00

I have not been able to organize my thoughts of late thus pardon my past entries lacking in so-called intellectual, mind-boggling issues or insights on my life.

I wonder as I write this whether is it due to school, work or family that sometimes I tend to just complicate matters. The whole melodrama includes datelines and exams, balancing work and school punctualities and weekly visits to grandmas or that aunts 2nd daughters wedding.

I have to say that there are people surrounding these factors that escalate my anger and test my patience to just literally tear them apart and chew them raw.

Datelines and examinations tend to be part and parcel, sometimes made worse by characterizations that authors could not even bear to write. I am not that good an actor myself but everyones an audience. School has not been a constant pain but it sure has been a ride. I still cannot bring myself to say that I look forward in going to school, but given no choice, even a lifeguard gets eaten by sharks- raw.

I have been working since my first year semesters holidays, barely into my second job as we speak, and I still wonder where all the money has gone too. That aside, I admit that having a job whilst balancing school allows for me to actually take a breather from my perceived stress in school. perceived because stress is qualitative and I assume that not having homework in polytechnic may not necessarily amount to lower levels of stress. Being a waiter had rather, been more of a joy than a chore. Tacky but least I do not serve food, raw.

Mommy and Daddy have been supportive all this while, but sometimes, I tend to abuse the trust they have in me. Give their son his best friends etc, pile them up with school and work and the hierarchy with family at the top fade with time. I do pray that with this, I will constantly remind myself that behind all the happiness, laughter and perfection that can be achieved with others, nothing beats quality time spent with my family. Sweet, coming from someone like me.

But, this has always been me, raw.

2005-10-03T02:38:00.000+08:00

constructive feedback to aizat_destinyschild@hotmail.com

Meet Mustaffakamal

2005-10-02T01:34:00.000+08:00

2005-10-01T03:25:00.000+08:00

2005-09-22T17:57:00.000+08:00

I am beginning to ask for, think and eat too much. No more elated- I am a handicapped pufferfish.

2005-08-20T15:40:00.000+08:00

Lets put our bags aside and lay naked by the beach

Lets enjoy a lot of oreo cheesecakes

Lets buy the whole Adidas range
And the Seed range

Lets drive a car

Lets write down all the things we want on a piece of paper and hide it under our pillows
Or burn it and drink it up with a glass of water

Lets book a hotel room and leave the tap running
Leave the fridge open

Lets take a group photo of ourselves
Goth Casual Formal Superstars Next Top Model

Lets imagine we are in a club
Cavemen go clubbing

Lets buy textbooks and read and understand
Imagine teachers naked with big breasts nice hair and give no homework
And good attitude

Lets all be friends with each other and make it a better place
And so Micheal Jackson says

2005-08-09T23:42:00.000+08:00

"Son, dont you have anything else to do besides pretending your bicycle is an aeroplane?" she asked him one morning as he prepared to fly the Dawn Patrol.

"Yes, sometimes its a tank."

"No, boy, I meant like why dont you play football or something?"

"Dont like it."

"If I can get Dad to bring you to the pool every week,"

"Hes too busy. I already tried. Besides, I want to be an eagle, not a fish."

"Come down to earth, boy."

Wings knew what his mother was getting at, but he gave her a blank stare.

"Why should I? I like it up here."

Extracted from The Stolen Child by Colin Cheong

2005-07-31T00:03:00.000+08:00

i laugh at myself

2005-07-21T22:29:00.000+08:00

I noticed that Fiona Xie bent twice to expose her breasts in the Citigems advertisement and my cousin told me that the lanky woman in green dress in the Jean Yip advertisement is actually a transvetite/transsexual.

Some things are unnecessary.

"That is uncalled for!" exclaimed my Geography teacher, Mdm Zainab Banu.

'The men dont get it' was the tagline for a ladies credit card. What? Menstruation.

'Maybe shes born with it, or may be its Maybelline'.

2005-07-09T15:13:00.000+08:00

"We study a sad life. At the end of the day, all we want is more money and a happier life. One day, we will be so rich."

2005-06-27T23:18:00.000+08:00

please get me so drunk that i would lick some strangers armpit for a dare or pierce my buttcheeks. the cheque would go for my birkenstocks, my mambo tees, levis and that angelic adidas designer whore slip ins. aint topman or hell other brands. hair extensions would adore my head like some overrated rock,punk or alternative shit wannabe with streaks of lime and algae green highlights. spikes, waxed, fringed. but fuck the afro do. pink eyelashes like those magazine covergirls and eyeliner splashed over my face like an aphrodisiac. legs wide open with scrawny arms tangled over a pole or somewhat along that line. make sure i look thin. and yummy. and then it burst onto a wheat field.

please take a picture of me with all of the above mentioned and this aint Maslow's hierarchy of human needs nor am i drunk.

say cheese.

2005-06-18T13:05:00.000+08:00

i have always thought that there is enough room for negotiation.

2005-06-03T02:25:00.000+08:00

imagine me dancing
fakes alert
i want to sing

going berserk

2005-05-28T01:41:00.000+08:00

laughing like crazy each time i thought about what she said or what he did.i am crazy too.

she asked something stupid before she boarded the bus. she jerked her chest at her attempt to hate him. she laughed about his breasts. gross but it made me laugh. yes his breasts. he drove a car without a license. we were in that car. humps. changing lanes. no expressway. wheres the car keys she asked. everyones looks, behaves the same way and even has the same name has her. but she laughs about it like we laugh about her.

i shall declare this week funny.

someone buy me early christmas presents.

olympus camera
puma shoes
adidas slippers
levis square cut
levis belt
stussy t-shirts.

no im not brand conscious so unconsciously i laugh at myself.
" we are not materialistic, it is just the naturality in us."

2005-05-21T02:07:00.000+08:00

i shall stop noticing you.
i shall stop acting.
everythings coming to a halt.
i say.
ive said.
im sick of you.

2005-05-15T13:03:00.000+08:00

the nurse actually asked, are you here to see the doctor. talk about wild guesses.

mommy does not like her son walking around, especially during our family outings, to be perceived as a wild and not-brought-up-proper child. she told me that it may be perceptions and people can judge us in any way they like. but i should not be unfair to my parents as they have brought me up well just because i have coloured hair or by not kissing my parents acquaintances hands as a sign of respect just because i do not want to. i respect that and even if i am perceived to be badly brought up from the colour of my hair or how low my pants are, i would try harder the next time round.

on a lighter note, i met the most dysfunctional family in Singapore.

family of four out for dinner. son with permanent ear phones throught out dinner. daughter staring blankly at the table even after menu is removed. mother who had a permanent stern face which came across as both angry and sad at the same time. fussy fucked up father who cant hear and talk properly.

Father i will have one black pepper beef steak. i want it well done. no. i prefer it medium well.

Waiter it will be served with roasted potatoes and coleslaw

F i want it well done. and NO coleslaw. i think i shall have french fries. how is the serving of the potatoes?

W a comfortable serving of three to four pieces, half of an average sized potato

F NO. i want french fries. and NO coleslaw. and i want it medium well. so mine is well done, no, medium well with french fries.

turned to son. called for him. nudged him

Son yes

F what do you want to eat

S anything.

F my son will have (looks at menu) Black Pepper Beef Steak! his will be well done. do you want coleslaw?

son removes one earphone

F you want coleslaw?

S anything

F he will have only roasted potatoes. NO coleslaw.

W alright. what would you like. (waiter turns to daughter)

Daughter i will have one Black Pepper Beef Steak. how do you serve it?

W with roasted potatoes and coleslaw.

D i want mine well done with No coleslaw.

W okay. what would you like madam

mother took a while to look at the menu.

Mother i shall have

looks at menu and point.

Waiter Black Pepper Beef Steak?

Mother yes. i want it well done. are the potatoes fried?

W they ARE roasted madam.

M do not give me french fries. i want the potatoes. and is there coleslaw?

W yes there is.

M i shall have the coleslaw.

W thank you.

Father interrupts

F mine is medium well with french fries.

W yes sir. thank you.

same blood runs in the family. i didnt guess.

fucking sticks anyone?

2005-05-09T01:29:00.000+08:00

we are fakes. we follow trends and actions made by others. we do not hesitate to follow the crowd. we even imitate status quo. we are not individuals.

we have fake accents. we have clubbers. we have japanese intervention. and western. and korean. and everything else. we colour our hair to have it like the others. we dress to look like what we see on tv. on newspapers. in the mass media. in the streets. we each have a guitar. the pointed shoes. the sling bag. the short skirt. being thin. being thin. being thin. good results. having lots of money.

we do not want to be uncool. fat. poor. un-stylish. un-clever. un-pretty.

it may be true that God made each one of us special. like he made everyone else?

2005-05-01T01:35:00.000+08:00

happy birthday to half of the world.

2005-04-26T22:25:00.000+08:00

i love wearing snow caps.
i have a lot of unused hair products.
i have 8 pairs of shoes and 6 pairs of slippers.
i love black t-shirts.
i love white t-shirts more.
i have 4 shades of green t-shirts for now.
i have socks in all colors. rainbow included.
i have 1 cap.
i have 2 hats.
i love wrist accesories.
i have 5 boxers but only 2 are my favorites.
i do wear briefs .but no thongs. no tangas*mere cloths held by strings.
i like stussy.
i do not have any favorite brands.
i have 3 snow caps.
i like silver wristbands.
i love basic tees from U2. recommended by the queen in green singlet.
i have 12 bags. slings, pouches and haversacks included.
i do not like long sleeves, sleeveless and polos.
i have 6 wearable long pants. 5 hipsters. 1 decent as exclaimed by mate.
i have 8 bermudas.
i think levis is over rated but highly influential.
i love bags the most.
i love shoes after bags.
i do not like wearing long pants with shoes.
i do not like my pants long. i like them folded
i change my mind. i love foot wear the most.
i usually wear red at home. dont know why.
i have 5 belts. i like the white belt best.
i do not like fancy tops with a lot of colours and designs.
i like minimalist designs. aplly to all form of fashion presentations.
i still wear ankle socks.
i have one haversack bag and do not plan to buy any more.
i have no qualms about carrying a tote bag. i have 4.
i have only one brown necklace.
i like my green camouflage pouch.
i do not like wallets. i have 3.
i only have 2 pairs of eyewear. i dont know how to classify them.
i do not like eye wear.
i do not wear make up.
i have wax, gel, hair sprays, leave in conditioners. a lot are complimentary.
i only use olive cream for now on my hair.
i have one tube of eyeliner given by a mate few years back. obsession
i have one hair straightener and one hair dryer. both are white elephants.
i have t-shirt sizes ranging from boys large to adult xl.
i love my stussy green t-shirt with diamonds encrusted. sentimental value.
i love my tattered denim bermudas. very comfortable.
i love wearing slippers for now.
i prefer slippers to shoes.

i plan to do a mass garage sale. anyone wanna join?

*achieved only after hours of wardrobe staring and arranging. seriously arranging. yes mommy!

2005-04-17T01:18:00.000+08:00

Dan di depanmu berbaris peluang peluang
Tetapi tidak mahupun kamu rebutkan
Berdarat darat pasaran
Namun tidak satu peluru pun
Engkau lepaskan
Kerana engkau hanya asyik berjuang
Entah untuk apa atau demi siapa engkau juangkan
Keberanian mu itu adalah himpunan
Puluhan anggota beyong yang sibuk melaungkan
Suku suku pantun serta kata kata kosong
Keberangan mu itu adalah tubuh tubuh kaku dengan darah mu
Bergelimpangan di simpang simpang jalan
Yang telah engkau tewaskan
Keberanian mu itu adalah wajah wajah kamu
Yang ber bin kan dan ber binte kan
Anugerah bersimpulan
Terpampang di muka surat depan
Ruang ruang berukuran
Berbasuh kaki dan tangan
Keberangan mu itu adalah
Anak anak bangsa ku
Dalam satu ikatan
Berkongsi pandang
Bergelar si banduan

Apa yang akan kau dapat
Hanya sorakkan kuat
Naikkan semangat
Setelah bertempuh hebat
Engkau lah Tuah
Engkau lah Jebat
Tiada siapa yang akan berani dekat

Sampai bila engkau nak jadi Raja
Membabi buta
Bukalah mata
Suatu hari kau pasti akan jatuh tatah
Kehabisan bintang
Baru kau sedar
Mana pergi Tuah
Mana hilang Jebat
Mana kata semangat
Mana kiri kanan gua
Mana kata bersatu
Mana isi dan kuku
Mana sehidup semati
Mana pergi

Semua janji

Bukan aku hendak mengata
Tetapi sudah nyata
Semakin bermaharajalelah
Semakin berleluasa
Satu demi satu
Bangsa aku menjadi layu
Gugur di medan perang
Satu demi satu saudara ku
Bagaimana hendak ku jelaskan kepada generasi baru
Dunia maju
Tetapi bukan kita nombor satu
Dunia serba canggih
Tetapi kita masih menagih
Dunia pesat membangun
Tetapi kita masih mengelamun
Salah siapa
Lain makanan kah
Lain tenaga kah
Lain cari cerita
Lain jadi mangsa

Kerana nila setitik, rosak semua susu sebelah nya

2005-04-17T01:16:00.000+08:00

2005-04-13T00:45:00.000+08:00

when i grow up

my house should have

more than 3 storeys
single basketball pole in the yard
pillars to my entrance
chandelier which cost a bomb
gigantic door

my house should not have

all of the above mentioned

school melodrama is out. gosh. thank heavens.

"your acceptance may thrill me, but will not define me"

2005-03-31T14:19:00.000+08:00

2005-03-21T22:36:00.000+08:00

Sometimes I do not need a reason to be happy. I wake up each morning reminding myself that I should smile and be happy through out the day. If I were to not smile, I would substitute it with laughter, or jump around and start making others laugh. I do not need to adopt a persona to fit in with the crowd, or to maintain along with an image that I may portray or please others.

I woke up this morning
The sunshine was shining
I put on my happy face
I am living
I am able
I am breathing
I am grateful
To put on my happy face

Adapted from Happy Face by Destinys Child

On happiest notes

Happy 18th Birthday Jia Ying

Happy 18th Birthday Sabarina

Happy 18th Birthday Ryan

Happy 18th Birthday Mei Hui

Let them be beautiful
Let them be healthy and full

2005-03-17T23:23:00.000+08:00

"All the other children at my school are stupid. Except that I am not meant to call them stupid, even though this is what they are. I am meant to say that they have learning difficulties or that they have special needs. But this is stupid because everyone has learning difficulties because learning to speak French or understanding Relativity is difficult, and also everyone has special needs, like Father who has to carry a little packet of artificial sweetening tablets around with him to put in his coffee to stop him from getting fat, or Mrs Peters who wears a beige-colored hearing aid, or Siobhan who has glasses so thick that they they give you a headache if you borrow them, and none of these people are Special Needs, even if they have special needs."

adapted from The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night-Time by Mark Haddon

2005-03-14T13:57:00.000+08:00

As technology advances and kids tend to consume Macdonalds or Burger King more than ever, one would question the need of cell phones in local institutions like primary schools where the youngest age of a student is only seven. The word responsibility is again highlighted in this case where no more is it restricted to keeping quiet in classroom but now no reading of smses during lessons.

So can it only be preached but not practised? Or consider the social stigma where given a scenario of a lost handphone- would a lesson be disrupted just for spot checks which would involve practically everyone? Or the thought of peer pressure being brought to a whole new level- what if every student demands a handphone from their parents since their respective schools are more flexible in allowing them?

Imagine this- the school bell just sounded and students come rushing towards the canteen during recess. Instead of holding on to water bottles or lunch boxes, one by one flashes the latest Nokia or Samsung model and starts sms-ing. The thought of everyone now owning the equivalent of an adult accessory is a good sign of the reach of technology, but a disruption and over-dependency is just a few of the setbacks.

The handphone was a simple mode of communication which started off as a portable telephone in the late 1980s. This was until recently when smses, camera and video functions plus the latest 3G techonology which allows teleconferencing were added as functions. But as a student in a primary school, where a student has yet to start mingling with other mates, or in secondary school where one has just begin his CCA journey, a handphone might be more of a white elephant accessory than a necessity.

Parents would defend their children by saying that handphones make them contact their child s whereabouts easily and would aid in emergencies. But primary schools are usually within walking distances from homes and that form teachers will immediately contact parents if any mishaps were to occur within school premises and during school hours. Even if the need arises, there are no short of public phones around if the seven year old wants to inform his parent of an extra class in the afternoon.

Primary schools should in fact ban the rules of possession and usage of handphones, just like portable video consoles and other electronic gadgets. A student s complaint of a lost handphone would result in a tedious process of searching each and every student s bag in the class. Not only would a lesson be disrupted but failure to retrieve the gadget would call for an informal parent-teacher meeting. Similar cases could be repeated and would call for disciplinary actions.

Trends like having a handphone may have an adverse effect as new models keep surging in the market. This innocent batch of students might not recognise the pressure they place on one another, because parents are the ones who pay for the handphones and the monthly bills. A new Nokia model with the latest video functions brought in by a classmate would entice another to go home and demand for one. The demands are never ending as like toys, advertisements and financial stabilities have moulded this mentality of assurance that I will get what I want. This would also result in an unhealthy competition amongst classmates and the situation might worsen if the parents are not able to afford or adhere to the demands.

Therefore seven to twelve year olds who are still in primary school are not ready to own a handphone which basically does not serve as a necessity. This may not be the case for the upper secondary and tertiary students where they tend to be more mature and self-responsibility would then be termed as a complement in consumption of owning a handphone. For the kids, let them stick to their happy meals and whoppers, and the toys that come free with them.

2005-03-11T10:32:00.000+08:00

2005-03-08T18:02:00.000+08:00

sense of sight
sense of taste
sense of touch
sense of hearing
sense of smell

sense of appreciation?

2005-02-28T18:15:00.000+08:00

thank you daddy and mommy
thank you abang alfian and azlan

thank you abang hadi
thank you abu
thank you ahmad
thank you andrew
thank you becky
thank you christina
thank you cik jah
thank you cik mam
thank you dhalina
thank you erik
thank you fareez
thank you flora
thank you ikhsan
thank you james
thank you jasmine
thank you jason
thank you jesslin
thank you jia hui
thank you jia ying
thank you jie sung
thank you kak linda
thank you kak tini
thank you kimberly
thank you marc
thank you may
thank you mei hui
thank you miss hui
thank you mr loh
thank you mustaffakamal
thank you phyllis
thank you ranon
thank you roslan
thank you ryan
thank you sabarina
thank you sarah
thank you sharina
thank you shi wen
thank you sonia
thank you timothy
thank you wei bin
thank you yamini

thank you everyone

for everything

2005-02-24T00:04:00.000+08:00

i like it simple. i like things happy.
i love to laugh. but ill say sorry.

just came back from meeting erik and abu at the civic centre. the second consecutive meeting was sure not a bad thing. we still miss the good times, laugh at the funny moments and sigh at the bad times. the same things were brought up again, outings at esplanarde, world trade, the library and of course school. then there were the people, from our batch, to seniors, juniors, friends girlfriends, present friends friends and the acquaintainces list or interconnection goes on and on.

the chapter at world trade centre was one i particularly remembered. it was a weekday either during our term break or we happened to skip school that day. i remembered convincing erik and abu the night before that there surely would be benches at the world trade centre where we would be able to study for our prelims. but during that time renovations were on and a lot of the places were either redirected or closed. so we ended up at a place we would last expect to be- some elevated foyer/lobby platform in front of a building facing a road junction. of course we didnt end up studying not only due to the fact there were constant routined motorists but there was substantial wind for us to act like as if we were near the beach. we laughed, we talked and it was comfortable to be around each other that time. we dont love each other in anal sex sense but this is to say how we appreciate each others company.

i like it simple

then there was the beautiful classroom theory.
during our secondary 4 days in 2003, we were placed in temporary containers/classrooms in what was originally our school field. the four express classes were strategically placed such that my class and 4E2 where erik,abu,zul,ikhsan and syed were from were placed facing a small remainder portion of the field whilst the other 2 classes: ranons class were made to face a dark alley. lets just say that area,outside my class and 4E2 that is, was where everything happened. and i mean everything.

that same place, rewinding back to 2003, would let you see like a routine:

Fareez finding a latest object/person/matter of interest to play/show/run around with. Ranon scurrying to and fro between periods to join us. lets just say it was that dark alley. Erik running around in his boxers after pe. or mocking the rest of the world. or flashing everything. Abu jumping, poking and vibrating into people. literally into people. Ikhsan playing with a ball. or trying out his latest joke. serious, him telling a joke was funny. Syed acting cool. actually i wonder what syed did. actually he didnt need to do anything. Zul doing everything. bottle caps.break dancing. you name it. zuls done it. Yamini ahmad and myself laughing at their antics. wouldnt be deemed shocking if we were involved.

recess was a family affair. we filled the three/four benches allocated for us. officially. all balls have been played at the grounds except ze balls. things being thrown onto the trees were a norm. fareezs property being main targets. unknowns walking pass the territory were strictly evaluated and taken actions against.

i like it that way
i wish it remained that way
i like them simple.
i love these people. just make the coming wishes easier.

i will make everyone happy, only then would i be the happiest

2005-02-24T00:03:00.000+08:00

i like it simple. i like things happy.
i love to laugh. but ill say sorry.

just came back from meeting erik and abu at the civic centre. the second consecutive meeting was sure not a bad thing. we still missed the good times, laugh at the funny moments and sighed at the bad times. the same things were brought up again, outings at esplanarde, world trade, the library and of course school. then there were the people, from our batch, to seniors, juniors, friends girlfriends, present friends friends and the acquaintainces list or interconnection goes on and on.

the chapter at world trade centre was one i particularly remembered. it was a weekday either during our term break or we happen to skip school that day. i remembered convincing erik and abu the night before that there surely would be benches at the world trade centre where we would be able to study for our prelims. but during that time renovations were on and a lot of the places were either redirected or closed. so we ended up at a place we would last expect to be- some elevated foyer/lobby platform in front of a building facing a road junction. of course we didnt end up studying not only due to the fact there were constant routined motorists but there was substantial wind for us to act like as if we were near the beach. we laughed, we talked and it was comfortable to be around each other that time. we dont love each other in anal sex sense but this is to say how we appreciate each others company.

i like it simple

then there was the beautiful classroom theory.
during our secondary 4 days in 2003, were were placed in temporary containers/classrooms in what was originally our school field. the four express classes were strategically placed such that my class and 4E2 where erik,abu,zul,ikhsan and syed were from were placed facing a small remainder portion of the field whilst the other 2 classes: ranons class were made to face a dark alley. lets just say that area,outside my class and 4E2 that is, was where everything happened. and i mean everything.

that same place, rewinding back to 2003, would let you see like a routine:

Fareez finding a latest object/person/matter of interest to play/show/run around with
Ranon scurrying to and fro between periods to join us. lets just say it was that dark alley.
Erik running around in his boxers after pe. or mocking the rest of the world. or flashing everything.
Abu jumping, poking and vibrating into people. literally into people.
Ikhsan playing with a ball. or trying out his latest joke. serious, him telling a joke was funny.
Syed acting cool. actually i wonder what syed did. actually he didnt need to do anything.
Zul doing everything. bottle caps.break dancing. you name it. zuls done it.
Yamini ahmad and myself laughing at their antics. wouldnt be deemed shocking if we were involved.

recess was a family affair. we filled the three/four benches allocated for us. officially.
all balls have been played at the grounds except ze balls.
things being thrown onto the trees were a norm. fareezs property being main targets.
unknowns walking pass the territory were strictly evaluated and taken actions against.

i like it that way
i wished it remained that way
i like them simple.
i love these people. just make the coming wishes easier.

i will make everyone happy, only then would i be the happiest

2005-02-21T11:36:00.000+08:00

Tides have turned
Skies have darkened
The soil beneath me is cold
Death, decay and pestilence
Shrouds my vision
Crestfallen like a hero down
Songs, laughter I hear no more
Make merry is history
Perilous is this journey
To the lands of darkness
Unfold mysteries of the dark ones mind
Devour the kindred souls
Pierce the ears of the young ones mind
Once again, there will be no mankind
All the living shall be blind

Crossing paths of the visionary
Enslave all the human sphere
Burn the fond memories of

the last days
But tides are meant to be fallen or raised
Unpredictable the weather is
Whilst the skies may have lightened to the colour white
Soil may be cold below
But the sun rays warm and give you light
Death and decay are part and parcel
But so are newborn and renewal
May this let you see
Down as he is , a hero he will still be

Sounds may not be heard
But always felt in the heart

How far the distance
How dark it will be
To the lands of darkness
Light there will still be
To penetrate through the dark ones mind
To save the helpless souls
To cleanse off the young ones mind

Death may summon mankind
But their souls will not be blind.

2005-02-14T22:42:00.000+08:00

beyonce at the 47th Grammys held today

2005-02-13T23:03:00.000+08:00

i covered a marathon today. in fact make it a triathlon. i jogged, swam and cycled my way thru singapore actually. huh? yes im being sarcastic.

kim and me love that shop at far east. but try as i might i couldnt remember what the hell the name is. wallabingbang. im supposed to get my orientalist t-shirt there but bloodyhell i just didnt wanna.

vivek was there. ranon was tired all the way all the time. syed was im gone- im back - ill be gone - but ill be back- i want to go home- oh ill stay. assyed. ikhsan came all the way from tampines. ikhsan is such lost boy at hotmail dot com. purple rules big time. and im of big help right? your welcome. and kinokuya should arranged such that they put all their english magazines together. and i didnt know that they had did humongous collection of magazine assortment from japan/china/taiwan/shanghai/korea awwwhatever. but why ah?

i shocked miss x-tina outside shaw. she was oblivious of me until i appeared within inches of her face. will i still get my haribos? pretty please...hahaha

and to think syed can reach the thai embassy in his up and down left and right journey to find far east. lost boy 2 at hotmail dot com. and kim could go into like the same shop over and over again yet still be indecisive. retail therapy may well not be that therapatic. is that how you spell it? right ranon? retail therapy is stressful to ranon. and no one should know or buy the green fila shoes at wisma. cos ranons buying them. hell they are nice. and the snow cap at the adidas boutique cos nearly 50 bucks. talk about retail therapy= bankruptcy = institute of mental health.

on a heavier note

valentine

may just prove to be stressful time

others try to shine

others just can whine

valentine

does it happen only for one time?

questions like will you be mine?

answers like till the end of my time.

valentine

a mode of presentation for one time

a measure of love for one time

a must have for one time

a fatality if not

for just

one

time

oh sometimes serendipity sucks. sorry.

happy valentines day to the rest of the world. let there be more love all the time not just for once. lets all sing heal the world by micheal jackson. ready now. a 1 a 2 a 123 just beat it just beat it. eh wrong song. heal the world, make it a better place. for you and for me and the entire human race. there are

2005-02-12T01:01:00.001+08:00

im playing yahoo literati and yes yahoo literati and no im not bored

im eating oranges and they are sticky but its just a sticky keyboard

i m s o e x c i t e d

h a p p y s a t u r d a y t h e 1 2 t h

2005-02-12T01:01:00.000+08:00

2005-02-05T16:31:00.000+08:00

the satur-daze theory

saturday mornings and afternoons means sleeping in and when you turn to the side of the bed that faces the suns rays, you flip back to the other side and tug further into your comforter.

saturday means you must show off to others that you are busy even if youre not.

saturday means days ahead you must have already told your acquaintances/friends/classmates that you have plans that would cover every minute of the day.

saturday means you must be at 1) orchard road 2) orchard road 3) all of the above or else you will be condemned straight to the eighteenth level of un-cool.

saturday is the day before sunday when the devils are ready to be locked up as heaven prepares for the commotion of doing homework.

saturday is not family day.

saturday is special. some people have clothes which can only be worn on that day- talk about wardrobe well-functioned.

saturday means if you come home before seven, the clock in your home must be faulty.

saturday is the day your hands will ache as a result of constant wavings to half the population of Singapore who are somehow interconnected to you.

saturday means if you glanced at you watch and it read after eleven, the clock must be too fast.

saturday is the day when your mum have one less plate to wash.

saturday is the day you dont sit down and write an entry like this.

2005-02-01T21:43:00.000+08:00

i love to laugh.
i laughed the hardest today.
i simply love today.

2005-01-26T20:40:00.000+08:00

What would you:

Buy if given any amount of money to buy one thing at the moment

Gola shoes

Do to someone who says he/she hates you

Ponder about it for a few minutes and then do nothing

Say to the next lecturer who failed you

It was nice knowing you

Be thinking about when you first wake up tomorrow morning

Sabarina singing. And the public relations test.

Choose for the color of your next t-shirt purchase

Purple

Do if someone asks/laughs/turns-to-next-person-and-laugh about you folding your pants

Tell them that they are so perfect that they have to care about others perfection

First do when you turn 18

Go Yangtze Cineplex. Not. Be contented that I have lived that long.

Say to your best friend if he/she were reading this right now?

I miss you and I super duper love you.

Do if you fail your next test?

Worry for a few seconds then see who got lower and self assure. Or cut my wrists.

Do this weekend?

Try to jog.

Want right now?

That t-shirt at far east. It has the word orientalist on the front. Study for Public Relations test.

Say before you die

Let me lose my breathe. Not. I havent figure it out.

2005-01-20T15:51:00.000+08:00

in memory of Lisa Left-Eye Lopes

adapted from gimme some by toni braxton

Left Eye:
4 letter words and 3 wishes
Is what I came or
Love birds blowin' kisses in picture frame form
With just a faction of this major attraction, comming soon
I bust and implode, gimme gimme room
I keep blazin', it's so amazin'
The occasion that I am raisin', massive body invasion
So what you savin' all that love for
open up your mind, explore, and make it hard core
Ill be your candy store
Give you just a little more than what you bargained for
And if you ask me for some guidance, it's not a minus
Ill break it down to a science, kitchen appliance
69 gimme mine, I'll be your valentine
365 days I want my sun to shine
See, I've been waiting for the planets to realign
Total eclipse on my lips until the end of time

adapted from my life by tlc

Left Eye:

Check it

Another day another dolla

Is the reality of my mentality

Otherwise don't even botha

You see my father was a wise old man

Always creatin' a plan

For me to conquer this land

He said I am what I am

So be the best that I can

And if them others don't like it

Then why should I give a damn (ha)

Maybe so cause when his life wasn't right

My mother picked up them pieces

Continued on with the fight

So now it's plain to me

It ain't no game to me

See mom and dad corrected math 1 and 1 equal 3

4 and 5 I count my sister and brother

Stayin' live till we die

And don't you ever be worried

Cuz I'm down for the ride

Through cliffs and valleys then

Crescent HillsTumble down

I'll set a new ground for Jack and Jills

Ever wonder what put the thunder deeply in my eyes

Take a look and you'll find the sunshine

My life

2005-01-18T22:03:00.000+08:00

moment
Izat saw this woman across him who had just boarded the train in the same carriage. Izat saw her searched the place for an empty seat. Izat saw her settled for a seat in the other carriage. She rested on the seat before placing her plastic bags between her legs. Izat saw her closed her eyes. Izat saw her smiled.

moment
Izat had just boarded the train. Izat sat across a pair of father, and daughter whose age might not have exceeded 4 years. After two stations, Izat wondered why didnt the daughter mutter a word to her father. Izat saw her rest on her fathers shoulder as she tugged on his right sleeve. Izat saw her cried as she wiped her own tears.

moment
Izat was sitting on a bench waiting for the arrival of his train. Beside Izat was a woman who was on her way to work. Izat noticed she was staring at Izats rear. A few minutes later, Izat stood up as the train approached. Izat was about to enter the carriage when she tapped Izats shoulder. Izat was made to pull up his pants as all others stared.

moment
Izat was on his way home from school on board a train. Standing across Izat was a middle aged woman who chose to make full use of her free incoming calls. When Izat left his stop about forty minutes later, she was still on the phone.

2005-01-14T21:36:00.000+08:00

beating around the bush
not my forte.
hence.

top ten things this week

(10) haribo sweets- thanks to miss christina cute
(9) pants folded seven inches high all week- post tsunami ler
(8) girl group tlc videos - unpretty and no scrubs
(7) mp3 player
(6) spice girls' resurgence
(5) school people including freak chick, angel, ken and pizza hut woman.
(4) my class, classmates, coursemates
(3) k box at clementi
(2) unchained melody-karaoke version

(1) phantom of the opera- karaoke version

i wouldnt wanna - let it pass -

2005-01-10T14:16:00.000+08:00

Gina had this habit of biting her fingernails. Her classmates always teased her about her bad habit and usually raised their hands during lessons whenever Gina puts her fingers near her mouth. Once when she covered her mouth to shield her cough, her classmates, particularly Muthu and Samuel had automatically raised their hands in their bid to win the race in the Gina Daily Marathon.

Gina was in the purple group, along with four other members as decided by the form teacher according to the class index. Wei Ming, who sat across Gina seldom conversed but always attain full marks for the daily Math mental sums which the Math teacher gave. Nurashikin was the tall girl who sat to the right of Gina and always had her long black hair tied in plaits and ran for the school athletics team. Then there was Randall who gave her erasers during her 11th birthday. And sitting to her left was Samuel whom Gina prayed everyday before school that he would not turn up.

During recess, no one would take the initiative to walk down the staircases towards the canteen with Gina. No one would queue with her at her favorite stall which sells Nasi Lemak. No one was there to talk about the Math homework they have to hand in later. No one held her utensils as she tried to find an empty spot among the benches. At times, she sat with someone who slung a water bottle around his petite frame and sucked from it amidst his meal. Later he would rush off to play catching before the bell rings. Gina was always alone. Gina never had the company.

At the beginning of the year, off to a fresh start with new shoes and the pink Powerpuff Girls sling bag, Gina hoped for a better academic year- in examinations and in class. The night before, she prayed that Samuel would not tug at her ponytail and no one would say anything bad about her during her introduction to the new form teacher. That faithful morning, Samuel did nothing to her hair. Muthu did. And the form teacher was not present as her Health Education class only begins the next day. But the Math teacher learnt of her bad habit almost immediately. And so did the English and Physical Education teacher. When it came to volunteering for the various subject representatives, Gina only succeeded the seventh time she raised her hand, to be the assistant representative for the Civics and Moral Education class, held once a week.

The rain poured heavily that Monday afternoon. So did Gina behind closed doors of her room.

2004-12-30T21:51:00.000+08:00

Beautiful

Let it be beautiful

Let it flourish and remain colorful

Calm those seas and save those lives

Or maybe

Stop those grenades and save more lives

This world let it be beautiful

Let them be beautiful

Let them remain healthy and full

These people put colors in my life

Let these people remain in my life

Or maybe

Let me fulfill their lives

These people let them be beautiful

Let me be beautiful

Let me be natural and full

Be a better person to strive in life

Be this person who strives in life

Or maybe

Help me be this better person

Maybe

Let me be more beautiful

2004-12-28T13:43:00.000+08:00

o n a s c h o o l h i a t u s

im gonna post an entry to end the year ...soon.

that is if i get my home connection repaired before the end of the year.

o h i l o v e t h e y e a r 2 0 0 3 . y e s 2 0 0 3 .

and i do have a place for you to leave your comment.

click on c o m m e n t s below.

its e x c i t i n g.

listening to -dance with my father by luther van dross-

re s a n g by tamyra gray

2004-12-20T20:14:00.000+08:00

some people just stare

i dont know whether its just me but people sometimes stare like they havent seen a fellow human before. they look you up and down then they happen to notice a nice spot where their eyes will just zoom in for a few seconds and they forget about the whole world. its like when you are sitting on a toilet cubicle waiting for that huge chunk to come out of your asshole and then suddenly it falls, not due to gravity. but human nature. like those peoples eyes. they spy around. found that spot. and land. dont shout help. these martians have landed since the beginning of mankind.

some people tend to act

the people melodrama. its different when you move or sit in a clique as compared to when you are alone, all cornered up ready to wet your pants. cause some people tend to be over confident when they are in a group, they also look you up and down, looking at every nook and corner of your figure including that hair on your ears and your toe nails. then comes the cliched scene where like a cowboy movie, the main character swings his two guns out to point or rather shoot at the villain. these over confident son of vaginas or daughter of penises then look around for the whole cliques so called unanonymous decision to burst into laughter after obvious whispers and eye contacts. but put these sons and daughters alone to fend for themselves, there you have it, mommy's boy and daddy's girl- ready to be picked home from school to be milk fed and diapers to be changed. oh god bless these people. and merry christmas.

some people cant be described

like me. unpredictable. and i tend to be different. like you never know whats my next entry will be on? didnt you notice. now get all excited. tadaa

[spell your name back wards]
tazia

[the story behind your email address]
love destiny's child till now, and my names aizat

[where do you live?]
admiralty, woodlands

[wallet]
levis

[shoes]
6 pairs

[favourite shirt]
striped white which i wore as formal

[piercing]
no

[hair]
red, brown and black

[makeup]
no

[something you're looking forward to in the upcoming months]
trying to look forward to looking thinner and perfect. thats why its looking forward. not being..

[something that you are deathly afraid of?]
nice question. death?

[do you believe in love]
yes.and love for things.

[do you believe in forgiveness]
yes.why hold grudges.i still die alone mah.

[where are 3 places you wouldn't mind
relocating to]
africa. texas. singapore

[favorite foods?]
love indian, malay and chinese. and western. food la.

[is there something you wish you could understand better]
economics. fann wong. my classmates. this questionnaire.

[my father thinks i am]
his daughter. but he knows im his son.

[my mother thinks i am]
cool

[my siblings think i am]
forever 16. im turning 18

[best qualities]
refer to friendsters profile 4818633. www.friendster.com. and read the testimonials

[worst qualities]
not given the ISO 90002. seriously im just human.

[i get embarrassed when]
my pants drop or when i fall flat on my ass.

[what makes me happy]
people. anyone. naturality. minimalism.

[upsets me]
un-naturality. stomach aches.

[you like to cook ]
maggi mee curry, chicken etc. i like cooked food though.

[you have a secret you have not shared with anyone]
yes

LAST
[song you listened to]
steal my sunshine by i-forgot-who. but its len, lann or something.

[person you've called]
miliana

[person that's called you]
mommy

[person u sms]
sabarina

[TV show you've watched]
cold case

[thing you were thinking about]
econs homework

DO
[others find you attractive]
good question. ask others.

[you drink]
yes

[you like roller coasters]
yes

[you write in cursive or print]
i write in words

[you carry a donor card]
qood question. donate what?

[you have a crush on somebody]
yes

HAVE YOU
[lied to someone]
good question. ask someone. yes laa

[ever been in a fist fight]
no

[ever been arrested]
no

WHAT..
[shampoo do you use]
loreal

[do you notice first in a guy/girl]
shoes cause i will be looking down. nah. but i do like girls with nice eye lashes.

WHO..
[makes you laugh the most]
my younger brother

[has a crush on you]
good question. ask WHO.

2004-12-18T22:22:00.000+08:00

last year during this time i had the happiest time of my life.

i dont call myself emotional but i do this to make myself humane.

fuck those who think by doing this im stupid, foolish or insane.

but i guess ill fuck you by writing their names.

names that made the happiest times of my life

abu bakar

ahmad ridhwan

boe wei shan

cheng wei bin

husna

ikhsan

kimberly ann

loh wei

marc hon

mohd fareez

mohd fazli

mohd nashrique

ng shi wen

phyllis loh

ranon yu

sri natasha

syed arafat

thomas chia

vivek venugopal

yamini baskhar

zulfadli

i guess by seeing your name here

you think i will stop dear

no dear

mirror mirror on the wall

whos the fairest

since i gave my all

2004-12-15T20:16:00.000+08:00

sometimes these speak louder than words

2004-12-11T17:15:00.000+08:00

season to be pouring

i woke up late. i had to sent out these letters through snail mail. it was drizzling and i thought what a day to actually leave home. i played the cd which was currently in my player. it played this song. one sentence struck a chord. "there you go, comparing me to every little model on the tv screen". i left home with an umbrella. a green one. as i walked towards the mrt station, i thought of something as droplets of rain rested on my feet and sandals.

there was once when i told my mum that the reason i would not carry an umbrella even though it was raining was it was not stylish and somehow does not fit with my image.

laughter from the audience

sometimes i do wonder why i would wear my blue jeans with that white t-shirt, and not that oversize black t-shirt. sometimes in the mrt i wonder, why am i staring at that girl with nice hair colour of red streaks. then why do i stare and felt that the guy who just walked past me in town had good fashion sense of a pastel brown get up. a particular rasta look. why when i have the cash in hand, i would go to places like bugis, beach road, queensway and the occasional far east and heeren. why did i just dyed my hair red?

why the fashion?

why the presentation?

in you

in me

as i neared the mail box, i walked past a couple of shops leading to the mrt and i began staring at my reflections. to make sure.

to make sure that everythings in place. the hair. the t-shirt.

the umbrella.

i smiled to a neighbour who walked past. one of my mums good friend.

audience presumed of his vanity

i dont want to be the coolest guy out there. i dont want to be known as the guy with the perceived good fashion sense. i dont want to vie with that guy for the most best outlook. i dont want that girl to notice me cause im the perceived best-dressed.

that doesnt make me have more friends.

that doesnt make me popular

that doesnt make my character be known to others.

that doesnt help in making my life so called perfect.

confusion amongst the audience

i inserted the amount of coins into the slot of the sam machine to purchase the stamps. it has been a while. a long while since i last purchased stamps. they were 23 cents each.

i bought 5 though i needed only one. i wondered why too.

confusion amongst the audience

do i mean to demand compliments from others for the new shoes? do i mean for others to notice this hair colour? do i mean to be known amongst miss pretty, mr cool or the in clique?

audience admit defeat

it hurts sometimes to think of my actions and this particular mode of presentation in me.

it didnt hurt when i inserted the mail into the mail box.

it read Singapore. not Other Countries.

seasonal changes

come to think of it.

i just need to control this presentation.

sometimes the sun shines.

...sometimes, i just have to let rain fall

2004-11-28T14:28:00.000+08:00

i said good morning to the world today when the sun shone then the clouds poured.

ive seen, felt, heard, wore and consumed everything respectively.

what more can i do? what more can i ask for.

and i love you people who visit this blog.

i think a lot of people visit this blog.

and im not assuring myself.

notice that this paragraph

follows a pattern

peace

2004-11-16T01:47:00.000+08:00

2004-11-03T20:47:00.000+08:00

ah..what the fuck, someone actually said im trying to be an angmoh or some sort. plus ending it off with -good fashion sense- what exactly is trying to be an angmoh or speaking english. i wont say anything about my english but who said you could comment on it or talk about good fashion sense to me. eh if i wanna be critical or analytical, i could swear i could like laughed at your tapered pants or your cliched bag. but what the hell. im not that type of person. and ya, bohemians can carry off what they want to carry . fuck what you have said. fuck what others have said. did i said fuck too many times? no im not that angry. some people think they could go around commenting on everything like they're perfect, stylish etc. like writing each other's testimonial's on -nice hair colour- - good fashion sense- on friendster. isnt it like too fake or anything? like some kind of pretence that if i comment on your hair, maybe you would dig some good points about me and COme up with one more testimonial for me. tadaa. then they will jump upon having more testimonials. celebrate. happy new year.

to a lighter point of view

i had the best last few days. not that its perfect. but since it had been a while.

saturday
how should i start.
peninsula.funan.thumb drive. infra red port. marina square.cavana. esplanarde
beautiful pictures which im lazy cum dunno how to upload cum bad bad computer virus.
but we proved that the extended security service in the mrt stations is not really that effective.
-ikhsan- help! publish the photos somewhere.
oh ya. the people. ikhsan. nashrique. ranon. wei bin. ahmad. beautiful people. beautiful time.

sunday
i was supposed to study marketing but did i?
oh you guessed right. i decided to study only on the night itself. the papers the next day you see.
oh oh oh. on last count i think i used like 200 smses with sabby. talking bout everything. cos we kinda update one another on the things we do. should i like write these for all to see? nah. theres nothing on goin between her and me. but yah, we interests each other with the things we do. last i heard on tuesday night (yesterday) was about her younger brother.i hope her younger's brother getting better. he's in hospital. gee..pray he gets well soon.

monday
met sabby vs jason to study last minute at the main library.
but least i got something up my head by then. my bloody sick head. i didnt touch the text book. i didnt revise from my own notes. i read, studied from sabby's photocopied notes. i might as well skipped lectures thru out the whole semester since my notes were of no use. fuck. i felt disorganised but yeah, not that im clever but i managed to roughly know my stuff. exams are so cliched. period.

rainy day. celebrations? hell ya.
but i had to hand in my presentation outline for oral communication which was due 2 weeks ago. hahaha. me and sabby's. but mr ryan low didnt even prepare his. so after the marketing exam we rushed off to see my bullet train lecturer who was luckily on the phone ( we took a bus from the exam venue over at one end of the poly to the other end where my business school is - creepy empty school then ). oh oh oh. the outline was for the individual presentation twp mondays ago which is so redundant but being mouths ( mass comm people are all mouths ) it was just a norm. i thought i did a ok a for aizat. hahahaha.

so so back to celebrations
pastamania at cine. ate ate ate. threw cheese off the parapet. hahaha.
neoprints. oh oh . s my ass class that can never reach a consensus. but we vibrated the whole machine. and that ass plastic ayumi wannabes manning the outlets wouldnt bother to like, help translate. plastic dolls.
i cant figure out why cant i paste some of the neoprints but what the hell. they should be on my classmates blog. orh. they are the links on the left. tadaa.

walked around aimlessly as usual. went to the subaru challenge to dig at the media people around but we managed to caught up with carrie chong at ngee ann city's escalator on our way home. it was purely coincidental and me being excited dunno for what as usual like to shout out for people ( read : some times waves frantically and aimlessly). so we shouted HI CARRIE and she was stunned as expected and waited for us at the bottom of the escalator. she was warm and the usual radio friendly kind but excited us further when she talked of mentioning us later on her show that night. tadaa. wonders. and that i said the ngee ann poly mass comm was cliched when she asked which institutition we were from. no offence to ngee ann mass comm but carrie herself called ngee ann -overrated-
but hell ya. fun while it was lasted. who said that you have to act cool and cannot star gaze at local celebrities.but anyway, face it la. we're singaporeans. we do not have this cool, perfect persona. we are like this confused polar bears who have the same color as the surroundings but yet cant blend in. understand my theory? you don need to. i mentioned of bohemian first thing right? look up the dictionary. peace.

tuesday.
east coast east coast. blade. with classmates. didnt fast. reality check. coffee bean. back to orchard. again. watched cellular. damn tired.

oh im too lazy to continue.
but i guessed i wrote long enough for you all to read. been so long since i narrate like how a blog should. and how incoherrent i could be.

and also since its ten days before hari raya, yup , time flies and the years passed so quickly before we all make our new resolutions. again. i might never update until then. even if i do. it woudlnt be like this.

so yar. as usual credits. i did not mention my classmates yet.
r y a n . j i a h u i . s a r a h. s o n i a . t i m o t h y. a n d r e w. m a y . s a b b y . j i a y i n g. s h a r i n a.
whole, natural people. hell of a time.
i'll pass someone to update this entry with all the pictures. got lots of pictures. from my phone and stuff.
ill try get a cable or something. still figuring out.

so am i done. not quite

birthdays. Yamini. Wei bin. and to all others whom i didnt mention. Happy Birthday
celebration. Selamat Hari Raya. Happy Deepavali. enjoy like every other year. tadaa

minus all the spelling, grammatical and punctuation missings and esp the incoherrence. im done.

yours sincerely,
Aizat Zolkipli.

2004-10-31T13:27:00.000+08:00

one word.two words.three to describe.

.perfect while it lasted.

no need for exaggerated narration like others

2004-10-25T18:14:00.000+08:00

my resolution for 2004 is to continue making people happy in any way because im most happy if youre happy

if you ask me out i will go

if you sms me i will reply

if you ask me for something,

i have,

i give.

happy 17th birthday to Fareez,

you will always be here

2004-10-16T20:27:00.000+08:00

oh what should i say-

fasting month has begun. the misconception, oh-you-all-cant-eat-whole-day-huh and the practise of it itself is well hard to say.

last year there were the olevels and i remembered on one friday of the mother tongue paper on the way to friday prayers (wah friday friday) erik dropped one of his skate shoes into the guilin pond. the pond behind bukit gombak mrt near my school. man, it was soooooo funny. the shoe actually floated and we managed to retrieve it back using all the methods we could think off. the buoy which is used in case someone fell into the pond, some branches and some rope. we got his shoe back. and it was wet. erik actually asked whether could he sit for the 2 oclock paper without his shoe. as usual it dropped into the pond when he was trying to kick some object lying in the path. someone actually said his shoe would land in the pond if he didnt watch out. and it actually landed. man. fun while it lasted. oh eriks brother, * * *, what the hell, coolest person in sp.

lots of projects, which are all either pushed towards the semesters end or we pushed it to the last minute. sucks. i dont feel like doing the presentation on monday. its so redundant.

one year has passed. how do i feel. i feel fake. i wished some things didnt turned out this way.

i wish upon a star. i think its time that we make up.

2004-10-14T15:55:00.000+08:00

"I Wish I Believed In Santa Clause" by Sam Lechar

One thing drags down with in seconds

When u wake up its still there

And when you go to bed.

Seconds without it, though euphoric

Dont balance it all out.What a way to live

Not a way to live

All apologies

No I dont really want to do that

No Im not going to think anymore

Because knowing things kind of hurts

Same with hearing and feeling

Happiness does seem to come with ignorance

Like a little kid who believes in the tooth fairy.

But I want to know things

I know things left unsaid

Admitting then hurts too much

adapted from http://www.newbohemian.com/

2004-10-13T11:26:00.000+08:00

s c h o o l s u c h a d r a g
c l a s s m e l o d r a m a c l i m a x i n g.
f r e a k c h i c k e d-

2004-10-09T21:45:00.000+08:00

new look.new feel.thanks for anything or everything people.each and every single one of you.
i love all of you...

aizat filled in the blanks with these helping words

formal bohemian

jeassea's hair

coat,coat,coat

striped-shirt

zouk

15 presentation

indielook same-pants-as-her

never-came-back-with-her-bag

sex and bgr presentation pubic lice penis aural-sex

angelineth-or-watever-all-week-round

desktop-publishing-classs vintageboy-permed-his-hair art-of-the-devil

heeren-to-take-neoprints

wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohoooooooooooooooooohoooooooooooooo

i jumped against the canon board outside heeren cause was too high on friday night.

it was 11 oclock.

life is so good this

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek.....

2004-10-04T18:05:00.000+08:00

trying hard..trying very hard

and so today was the formal presentation for oral communication. the whole class was dressed in formal of coats and pants and shoes and stilettos. its amazing how jawei curses of stilettos being the worst inventions ever

so the presentation was normal. nothing less. nothing more. what do you expect. nervousness.checked. read from script. checked. comments from machine-gun-i-can-never-stop-talking lecturer. checked.

lets talk about how we looked. thats more important.

orh orh. i raised my whole fringe today to look like some kind of cyber freak walking around
business school. and my group particularly wore black. read - ryan wore a tuxedo. amazing how he could exclaimed - shit, everyones staring at me in the mrt- oh we wonder why. and yes we wore from home.

so most of us got ourselves a coat and i got one too. how much? 29.50 thanks to fifty percent discount and sabby's presence at far east last friday. so i got a black, white-elephant-junkie jacket. white as in wear once then collect dust in the closet.

and yes constance commented on how sabby is so cool when she presented her part of the presentation or how may is may. understand? nevermind. unchecked.or how i looked like im dressed going to zouk. or very bohemian.

someone post the picture soon. read : sabby

so what else. i darno. ranon msged me yesterday asking whether we should start goin out after his promos. yes yes and yes. ive yet to relinquish my natural sarcasm and the zhu roe extravaganza when im with you. hahahaha.

oh oh oh oh oh oh

i just got a message that yamini is in singapore. oh oh. i shall meet her.

-aizat runs away from singapore polytechnic school of business biz-it library station R1-01-

2004-09-30T22:46:00.000+08:00

i met this really tacky woman at raffles place today. me ryan and jawei saw her once and i bang into her the next time we saw her again in a shop. she was so...off tangent.

7 inch platforms.

furbal hair.

black, tight shorts or mini skirt.

black singlet top ala corset.

when i banged into her, we couldnt stopped laughing until we cried.

her age is nothing below 40.

and she said " sorry" when i banged into her

i laughed all the way back during my mrt ride home.

people might have thought i was mad. siao.

seriously, she was...bootiful.

2004-09-25T22:08:00.000+08:00

oh i just got an email from yamini and after reading her blog, i am so happy that my best friend is so happy with her life and she feels on top of the world.

she being the most happiest person makes me the most happiest person- after her

i shall quote from her

"...and there are absolutely fromn the bottom of my heart NO REGRETS at all at all.... the best time to be here studying is now.......it's when u really learn wat life is al about..it's not just about worrying whether we pass our exams and get promoted ot retained if we fail it's not about taking up cca's for benefits and not for the fun u get out of it it's not about waking up every morning anf having to dread going to school and facing those silly teachers of ur's..it's not about just studying and getting through u'r life there's so much more fun to life which i was missing out on now i've been given the oppurtunity to do wat life's really all about, doing wat u luv and at the same time getting great help from extraordinary teachers who tell u to go out and take part in evrythihng u can..life's nopt aboust all those courtesy campaigns where u have top beg the ppl to follow some simple rules of life... there are no posters here on buses asking u to give up u'r seats to those hu need them most at least 4 ppl stand up to offer their seats when such ppl board the bus...India may be in many ppl's view a dirty, uncivilised,largely populated and have a high percentage of illiterate ppl but it is here where u really live life without any rules restricting u , where u know wat is morally the right thing to do without ppl having to tell u wat is rite and where u know for sure u've got a good future if u come from a bright family..now i know y ppl here sing the national anthem with so much pride because they truly know wat a wonderful country we live in.JAI HIND."

its not about india. its not about giving seats to others on the bus.

its about living life the way you want it to be. not affected by things. not affected by others.

and this goes out to her.
so happy you are officially a model now. tell me. what's the use of being 1.80 metres, beautiful inside out and sincere to people around you.
so proud that you realise that no one can affect you and your decision if you are confident and believe in yourself in whatever you do. whether right or wrong.

god dont send people like you down to earth everyday you know.

you will always be here and i love you

and after reading this you thought i am so philosophical, redundant and incoherent.
or that im stressed, tired and sad. or think too much. or insecure.

dont tell me you are not?

2004-09-14T19:22:00.000+08:00

life is polka dots

you either like it or not

life is polka dots

i either like you or not

life is polka dots

you either control or let it rot

life is polka dots

i love you whether you love me or not

my .. life is polka dots

oh its been a while since i wrote something.

this is a song which i came up with and jawei apparently loves it.

you will like it if you heard me sing it before. but err...no i cant sing it well.

but its cute.

i met marc hon today. hes still so bubbly and hes grown taller.

he sat beside me in sec 3 and 4 ( on and off cause i keep changing places ) and apparently loves to hate me cos im such an ass.

im such an ass.

i once irritated the hell out of him cause i organised a mocking session for him.

im such an ass.

word of the year : message

message sent = message received

1 message received

message here

message there

message message everywhere

oh messsage reminds me of miss hui and miss hui reminds me of macdonalds and terrorists.

private joke. ryan and lala knows.

i wanna learn how to show excerpts from websites in my blog. its like cut and paste a section of any websites. then you resize or format to put in your blog entries.

and ranon hasnt been updating. so is yam. and syed and abu both your blogs got funny pop ups which are fuckin irritating. im like writing peoples names in my blog. cool huh. like hi kimberly. or eh shiwy i miss you. or fareez where are you.or funky husna.or my classmates who-are-too-many-to-mention. vivek err... i dunno what to say but youre cool. haha. and ikhsan the man. i know you people are reading. and my sis - hows work?

im an ass

p a n t a t

incoherrence. out.

2004-09-10T14:44:00.000+08:00

"your world is unfair, you live in a world that nobody listens..and you didnt care"

busy week.

and i hope this entry can be published cos i am not able to publish anything since last monday.
and im typing in school now.

so i have marketing project which is nearly finished.
and i have communication principles project which have yet to start. its apparently 20-25 pages long.
i have desktop publishing which is 70 percent done except for some layout and after-printing format to think about.
i have character development presentation which is so fucking/stupid/etc. coming .
i have oral communication topics to prepare and another presentation coming on the topics.

and all this is due in week 12 which is the week after next.reality check. check out la.

so schools hectic. poly is beautiful in the sense that you only get to wear home clothes and nothing else. the stress, tiredness, boringness and redundantness are apparently part of the package which every student gets thanks to the Singapore Education System. SES.

so what have i done so far.
nothing much. oh i nearly forget. i got to thank ahmad, san-shine and zul-doink for the great time on saturday. playing at playground after 12 am in some eastern faraway was so cool. and zuls hyper-neverending-my-feet-can-touch-the-playground-high-bars and i-cant-seem-to-see-you-guys-since-im-blindfolded. duh. it was blind mice zul. and ikhsans i brought-my-camera-but-i-took-only-one-photo-cos-battery-low. hahaha.sialar san.

caught anacondas on monday with younger brother and shocking, head eating scenes still appeal to me. cool. and for the rest of the week, been online lots but cant seem to update cos got some publishing shit. but ive edited my blog to make it less wordy. the poem was thanks to ranon.

i feel so incoherrent typing. im in school btw. sitting in my com lab. while waiting to meet sabby at city hall. going out with her again. woohoo. cos i just finished discussing project with ryan and jawei. and jawei has softball. and ryan went off. so im waiting. and going.soon

whilst i filled you on some of the downs this week

someone said wanted to go junior college instead of staying on in polytechnic.
someone wanted to go sentosa with his class this week.
someone managed to contact his best friend and feels his best friend is always wronged - hes doing fine by the way. he removed his hard disk therefore not coming online, his blogs rotten and hes mugging hard. until his promos are over. nevertheless, he will survive! i believe in him!

peace out . this is my blog. i never cared what you think after reading this.so try harder .

"you dont have to always agree...with someone like me..."

2004-09-03T23:02:00.000+08:00

Today I must say

I feel damn lucky and I think I wouldn be able to sleep tonight

School finished at 4 after desktop publishing class and I went to orchard with MissSabarina aka Sabby cause she saw the belt I wanted there. So we went to orchard and I got my belt for a worthy 15 dollars at the nightmarket beside orchard mrt. So it was normal just us 2 as we walked to pacific plaza then far east. First we saw Sabbys colleague who had funky hair and she is not Chinese although she looked like one. Then we proceed to paragons star bucks to have a drink and this is where the story all started.

Ordered drinks for ourselves as we sat reading the newspaper and talked about life. Basically everything as we laughed at people and comment about people.

Someone didnt realise that something was missing. So about an hour later at around 715 we proceeded to the toilet before heading for the heeren shops from paragon.

Nothing was amiss as he took of his snow cap in the toilet and later walked out of paragon to heeren shops.

Reached heeren shops. Sabbys 2nd friend spotted. She had big hair too as in nice maggi curls and was dark skinned. Cool.

Then.

At the truck cap/hair accessories shop at level 4, Sabby spotted her 3rd one sided best friend/colleague who happen to be the most hyper/loud/spunky/neverending/spoil construction drill friend. She couldn stop shouting about how much she missed Sabby and wanted to know everything that Sabby had done/willl be doing later. Basically she sounded anything and everything

What was her name again, Sabby? Rachel right? Who lied to you for 7 months that her name was Lia..

History : apparently this Rachel = Sabbys friend who is in Laselle has the most funniest relationship ever with someone who happens to be Sabby. She is jealous at everything Sabby does. But yet she claims to be Sabbys best friend. She calls Sabby every day till today. To get herself updated on Sabbys life. Shes basically eccentric, confused and happening in an enthusiastic, negative way.

Then. We left but couldnt stop laughing about Rachel, so-called Lia.

We were leaving heeren and wanted to turn left from the heeren towards somerset mrt to head home but he decide to ask Sabby to take the longer route so they could continue talking.

So they did.

While walking just beside Old Chang Kee and the magazine booth towards Orchard Mrt, he remembered seeing a familiar face - the girl who was working at Starbucks at paragon. He and Her saw her eye to eye.

They passed one another.

The waitress who was already off-duty stopped, turned and caught up with him = ( Aizat )
- YOU LEFT YOUR BROWN WALLET WHILE YOU WERE THERE JUST NOW -

He didn notice when he left star bucks
He went to the toilet and decided to take off his snow cap but not check whether his wallet was in his bag
He could go around HMV, Heeren shops and go looking for stuff. Imagine if he decided to buy?
He could go around laughing at Sabbys eccentric friend and laughing with Sabby about everything.
He basically didn know his wallet was missing.
He is very lucky to have met that waitress and this story seemed so well planned. Try acting and being the main character.

One day I will never forget.
Right Miss Sabarina?
Thanks for just being there with me.

2004-09-02T09:34:00.000+08:00

busy week

so tuesday was teachers day. and i tore the skin of my thumb feet. the thumb feet chapter i will tell you later. was good reunion but didnt manage to go esplanarde as planned. but i played rugby thanks to ikhsan who found the best place in the world. some hdb roof car park near jurong point cause everywhere else was walla jam pack walla walla bing bang. we didnt plan to play any sports lor. we just thought that since we had nothing to do and ikhsan brought a rugby ball - we should play touch rugby. and in the process, i tore my thumb feet. and san, it doesnt hurt except that its gooeey and unsightly. other than that, its beaoootiful to go with my brown slippers.

so yesterday was the most exhilarating day since poly started. basically my class went for an audition for a school skit which is gonna be performed at the school annual dinner and dance at the swiss0000tel and selena tan aka fat aunty is the director. so she was there during the auditions and my classmates were like dunno-what-the-hell-to-do. we were told to prepare a short 5 mins preparation like dancing, acting or singing, but constance my oral comm lecturer called only on tuesday. so guess what we did. make a big fool of ourselves. i cant sing, dance or act. but when i was in the audition room she asked whether i could sing for her. thinking william hung could did it, and there were no cameras in the room. i sang. lor. for the first time in front of humans to judge. then she went. good. -you can sing wat-. i opened my eyes damn big. then she mention the next word. dance. then thinking some people cant even move to music and that some can vibrate in front of a machine in an arcade, i did the robotic moves. thanks to zul who i remembered can do it damn well and i usually imitate him. then she went -sleek-. then come the joke of the day. she was asking why i was wearing slippers. then i went - i hurt my thumb feet-. i think she was confused- thumb feet?

me and my choice of words. she straight away went thank you and you may go. haha. im so

stupid and i have never felt i am the biggest walking joke until today.

and today i have got no school. loretta must be busy with the changi airport production and i think she mentioned of her appearing in the newpaper today. so check her out and her play at the changi airport. i might just be involved in thAT production. behind the scenes actually. no singing. dancing. blurgghh. duh. but im proud of myself and others. its our first step as we will be in this industry people. reality check. so gonna go ryans place later to get our pictures taken for our desktop publishing major project. basically we have to market a drink ( read : orange juice) through designing a brochure. but the purpose is to not come up with fancy tag lines but this class focuses on design of brochure, colors chosen and pictures which are supposed to be edited using Adobe Photoshop. cos thats what this class is all about. imacs. edit pictures. colors. printing.

okay im done typing. abrupt conclusion but face it people. at least im typing. thumb feet. hahahahahaha.

peace out

2004-08-26T18:49:00.000+08:00

Had a test for creative communication yesterday. it was a 2 hour paper where we were supposed to write a feature article for a magazine, where the issue was on teen culture. So the topic was given last week and only on the test day itself will be the theme be given and we got the theme - Days Of Being Wild. Basically in a feature article we will have to link our issue to the theme as magazines usually follow a thematic thread. So the paper was a ok except that since we had to write for 800-1000 words, there was not enough time to check and organise the points. There was no time to apply the Microsoft word skills which we also had test on the day before on Tuesday. So tests week it was.

So we met Will.I.am again for Itab and he just continued with Microsoft powerpoint since were done with Microsoft word . We were like wondering what would be next- paintbrush maybe? Or what ryan said->> how-to-slot-the-floppy-disk-in? So we finished powerpoint sincerely, fuckingly, and we had nothing to do except to surf the net. So we logged on to friendster and do what we do best when were together. Mock people. We were searching thru links and stuff to find the prominent people we have in year one media comm. Found Model girl, Sun-hair, Ayumi, Alicia Keys, Male model wannabe, Hot mixed chick etc and wanted to check their profiles out. So jawei, ryan, sabarina and me were laughing at how some people can have like 400 plus people on their friends list. Or how one can have 172 testimonials ( the maximum we found). I dont even have 70 friends lor. So we were sort of mocking ourselves later at how pathetic we were having so little friends unlike others who are so popular and are celebrities online. Poo.
So here is my plea for people who are reading this to add me to your friendster lor. Please leh. I need more friends so as to expand my horizon and be top of the world. Go to http://www.friendster.com/. Log in. On the top right-hand, click on user search. Type a i z a t and please add that person. He needs the support lor. And no, hes serious. Please.

So later that day we went for mass class outing to Holland V to eat Swensons and have our lunch. We wanted to eat the ice cream which was sooooo cheap and I ended up with a disgusting, unsightly antibiotic-tasting blue ball on top of the other four scoops. Apparently that was one of the flavours of the ice cream and is called fruiti tutti. More like fooksi tootsies. Man, and I gladly passed the ball to ryan who offered his bowl. Hahaha. Obviously we werent able to finish all and we ended up mixing the leftovers and stuff on jaweis bowl while adding more ingredients to spice the dish - namely ketchup, chilli, pepper and salt. And guess who dared try - miss jawei bawei. She was daring man, so feeling pressured, I took a whole spoonful and since it was like a fear factor dare, I asked oh mr ryan cool.

He didnt dare lor. Wimp. Hahaha.

While waiting to rush back to our lecture at 3, guess who we met at the bus stop opposite burger king. Someone called Sun yan-zi or better than known as Stephanie Ikan Bilis Sun and Tanya Beautiful Chua. They came out from the car park at the back, and I sort of saw Tanya who was radiant and my friend saw Ikan Bilis beside her. Wasnt star truck lor. But like aiyoh Singapore so small. Turn left west coast. Turn right east coast. Look up woodlands lor.
After lecture we had an aids talk(exhilarating, exciting, cool etc.) and sharina couldnt stop laughing at how the speaker cant stop saying the word okay. Sabarina was like vibrating while she laughed whilst sharina laughed till she choked. That girl ah..always bursting into screams or laughter

Long day yesterday. Very short day today. Had creative comm lesson and Loretta was saying how she was directing a new play which is live at the changi airport and how she wants our class to help out with the backstage production. Cool. Our lecturers directing. Were helping. Changi airport. Theatre production. Cool.

Last words. Please add me on friendster. Please.

2004-08-21T14:26:00.000+08:00

kadang kadang tulis salah, tak tulis pun salah...

sekolah boleh tahan lah, banyak juge kerja yang perlu dilangsaikan. semalam aje kena pergi sekolah pukul 830 sedangkan kelas mula pukul 10 pagi. aku penat tetapi tetap kena pergi ape, fasal perlu menghantar kertas kerja mengenai projek civik yang amat bodoh dan amat tidak praktikal. sebenarnya kertas kerja tersebut patut diberikan pada hari khamis tetapi kumpulan aku terlupa akan komponen kertas kerja tersebut dan cikgu itu menelefon seseorang sahabatku untuk membawanya pada hari kemudian - hari jumaat. itu tidak apa, dia mahu semua ahli kumpulan hadir sedangkan perbincangan tesebut hanya mengambil seketika daripada jam 845 sehingga jam 9 kerana cikgu tersebut perlu hadir ke kelas pada pukul 9. cikgu itu seperti bin sial yang mementingkan diri sendiri. puki-lah! aku diam sahaja di depannya dan tidak ada semangat untuk melihat paras mukanya pun...

minggu ini terdapat banyak perkara pelik yang berlaku. isnin atau selasa pagi, terdapat seorang lelaki berbahasa tionghua yang duduk di depan aku sewaktu perjalanan aku ke sekolah. pendapat aku dia seorang penuntut politeknik juga. pelik dan suwarnya, dia asyik melihat dan memerhatikan aku daripada hujung kepala hingga ke hujung kaki. seperti tidak pernah melihat manusia yang pandai bergaya - aku. aku bukan bercakap bongkak, tetapi dia bukannya seorang yang boleh dianggap mengambil perhatian terhadap imejnya, jadi pada pendapat aku, mungkin dia perasan yang aku ini bahan yang boleh dianggap sebagai patung untuk diperhatikan. sial-lah. daripada minit aku masuk kabin keretapi sehingga di stesyen yew tee, dia merenung aku seperti mata aku ini tidak dapat melihat matanya. aku tidak dapat menahan, lalu aku kedepankan tubuhku, meletakkan kedua tanganku di atas pahaku sambil memegang daguku, dan melihatnya di mata. aku memerhatikannya daripada hujung rambut sampai kasut sukannya. aku menunjukkan muka tidak puas hati sambil merenung dengan tajam. suwar nya babi. aku tak buta lah. dengan terperanjatnya, dia turun di stesyen choa chu kang. kau pilih salah orang lah...

susah juga menaip di dalam bahasa melayu eh. bukan apa, kadang kadang aku tidak mahu segalanya diketahui oleh umum untuk dikomen atau dinilai. maklumlah, manusia ini tidak pernah puas melihat orang lain mempunyai yang lebih atau cantik. ada yang melihat seperti tidak pernah melihat ( kes-kes begini terdapat banyak di politeknik apabila kadang kadang nak korek mata dia-orang), ada yang bercakap seperti tiada esoknya, ( ada seseorang yang semakin sehari semakin menjadi, mulut-sial, pantat ayam pun kalah), ada yang berpendapat mereka itu sempurna( tengok cermin dulu sak) dan terakhirnya, ada yang bongkak dan mempunyai fikiran yang dunia ini, dia yang punya. untuk semua orang ini, aku doakan yang terbaik.

aku sudah pernah mengatakan - seseorang itu boleh mempunyai senarai kawan yang terbanyak di sesebuah lelaman internet. seseorang itu boleh memakai benda yang termahal, yang terlawa dan yang paling sempurna untuk tubuhnya. seseorang itu juga boleh mempunyai status yang paling dihormati dan setiap hari keluar dengan rakan rakan untuk menikmati keseronnokkan. seseorang itu boleh keluar dengan sahabat dan mentertawakan yang lain kerana fikir yang seseorang itu amat sempurna.
tetapi
kau mati seseorang tanpa membawa sehelai rambut pun

aku masih pelik akan seseorang sahabat aku yang mengatakan dia mimpi aku mentertawakannya. aku sejahat itukah? tidakkan. mereka pernah mengatakan bahawa makna mimpi selalunya sebaliknya, jadi, sedangkan aku mentertawakan dia di dalam mimpi, mungkin aku menangis-kan dirinya di dalam realiti. malah, hanya mimpi.

2004-08-15T22:36:00.000+08:00

i posted it before and have posted again. life aint easy to live. i hope i can do it.
All the characters depicted below are non-fictional. Any relation to those living or dead is purely intentional. The writer wishes his viewers to view the content knowing that this is just his opinion.
Aizat wrote his freedom of expression... Aizats mode of reminiscent.
10 extraordinary moments that when aizat looked back, aizat did not believe he was the part of the characters.
Enjoy.

- played rain in limbang park in choa chu kang. Heavy rain with thunderstorm.
It was in sec 3, we were wearing school uniform and it was the day before speech day 2002. I remembered clearly we were soaked through skin and underwear and didnt care much bout what we were doing for that moment. It was during then that we played catching, vivek pissed where-erik-last-pissed-area, played guitar, watch a couple romance it out and do lots of the weird stuff, (someone wringed his underwear, I forgot who) and erik doing the human sos on the ground. This was one of the best moments in my entire school life. Except that it was not in school and it was raining darn heavily. Where you would say boys meet nature.

-secondary 3, *meeting new group of friends* but *getting 34 for L1r5*
Hows that to end the year, 34 for an L1r5- disastrous. Mum had to come down to see the vice principal and it was one of the most down days of my life. I wondered what the hell I was doing in secondary 3 but I met new, great people. But my advice, to all who may have think that they have reach the bottom of pits, just think that theres no way to go next except to go back up. 16 points for olevels- I might have just as well skipped sec 3!

-cold war with fareez, gave him hell for months
Till now it was never discussed and never been brought up. The question was - why? But I gave him hell, and he indirectly lashed back too. But it was long over, and were the best of friends still. He knows the answer when he sees things now. This was just one of the weird, incoherent things ive done. Only he knows why. Thus my best friend.

-officially the head librarian from 2002 to 2003
A figurehead who have tried to at least change the perception others have of librarians. But if u think I have failed - fuck your face twice over. Cause at least I tried . To hell with others who have slogged and licked the teachers genitalia to get the cca grades. Cause I didnt had to. Peace.

-took combined science despite odds of 2 to 40 plus 1
I was one of the first to make the decision and basically it was for my own good. Double science was already insignificant since I would never take science in jc. So I made the decision. Along with erik, zul and tasha. Along with my only significant other from my class. Yes, shes called shi wen. Yes, we stood out. Yes, we acted proud and bring our heads high up wherever we go . No, we didnt mean to. But there was chin-tan, the self-proclaimed perfect science teacher who is biased since she thought we would affect her grades if we were to take double science. I can only prepare her coffin - after stuffing herself with all the chemicals through every opening in her body. But there were also these classmates of mine who stared at us whenever we leave for our science lessons. Whenever we have to wait for them outside the classroom. Sitting arrangements, whatever. Stared like as if they were the pure ones. Maybe these people should search within themselves to bring out the real losers in them. Or just reach hell earlier. I forgave but didnt forget.

-nights spent in woodlands civic centre and causeway point
This amazingly I have to say. Out of how many weekday nights I had in 2003, at least one thirds of it were spent with erik and abu. It might sound overbearing but we did spent quality time together. And we solely did not have regrets. I can safely say for all three of us. We studied, talked, laughed, commented, did silly stuff , ate sushi and a whole lot more which were very memorable to me. This I have to say does not happen every day in a secondary four student life in Singapore, but it happened to us. Usually we met after 730 and stay on until 10. This was the routine hours and the usual meeting points were either the macdonalds in civic centre or the mrt lobby. This started in april and ended only days before the o levels. In fact, it ended the night before the last paper . A lot of memories and stories were brought back to me from these nights and I will always treasure them. This really goes beyond what I can say - but just that we enjoyed each other company as true, best friends. Erik and abu and the others whom I may not mentioned, cheers!

-participated in racial harmony competition 2003
All the behind the scenes in action; choosing clothes, audition, choosing more clothes, make up and all the people who took notice of us. It was just me and shi wen in the end but we basically showed others that we dare despite whatever odds we faced. It was one experience where I would not forget. I felt like a star. Yes, fuck what other say-

- colour black on graduation night
The most beautifully dressed and picturesque night I would say, and I had a part to play in the planning. We were dressed in variations of black equipped with accessories only no one would wear. I wore a hat. It will always be remembered as the night where we saw each others as beautiful people who can dress. Lots of photographs were taken and basically the night went as planned. Later hours were spent at esplanarde singing and reminiscing about everything that we had done and will do in the future. We always did this whenever we sat down to talk. Talk about OUR lives. But it was in a different version- we were dressed beautifully. Everyone who played a part, I havent had a chance to say thank you for everything. So thank YOU

-three days two nights chalet at changi
When you live with others, you forget all differences. The top 10 from 4e1 were together from 30th December 2003 till 1st January 2004. We had the greatest and saddest moments ever. The rest, goes beyond what I can say. Love ya all. Always. May our own gods bless us.

Aizat wrote in a moment of folly and naive. Aizat just wants others to appreciate their every day. Aizat had his best and maximum in 2003 and 2004. Aizat left the tenth one out. Aizat did not thought it was the last of it yet.
Aizat also misses his friends and those days.

2004-08-10T14:05:00.000+08:00

Yamini

my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,

my palette of colours to expand my horizon.

regardless of them, him or foe,

sometimes how i wish everything does not move on...

i wish this upon a star,

your star lights, my star is bright.

may our dreams come true...

on the first star we see tonight.

wish i may, i wish you will stay,

beautiful and humble beyond my say.

wish i might, with all our light,

have our wishes we wish tonight...

Sent yamini off this morning at the airport. Did not feel good at all. Not for a single second. Its like as if someone remove a part of me. Shes my life. You may be reading this and go have all kind of thoughts about what the hell I am saying. But tell you what. You may have the largest circle of friends on some kind of website. You may go out each single day of the week and hang out with a clique or friends. You can act cool and walk with your heads up with your people and mock others. You may think you are perfect around others. But try leaving everything behind one day. You can then see who turns up and say what. Even if a fan club turns up, see who will call upon you, who will talk to you online or who will meet you up when you return for a holiday. Please think twice, you do not live this life alone, but you will leave this life alone.

2004-08-07T21:52:00.000+08:00

its been two long weeks, i have been like seeing my class for 2 weeks straight. last sunday we had to go to istana to sell bears ( sincerely fucking boring). we spent time slacking and doing stupid stuff like mocking others and mocking ourselves. i have pictures to show you people and its kinda funny and stuff cos we actually chose a boring lamp post by the looonng pathway leadin to the istana, to take each of us doing weird, different poses. its really cool and the next day, which was a monday, ( we did the cip on sunday, yes yes, of ALL days) jia hui did a movie clip which quote "put a lot of effort in" .hahaha. the movie clip was a collection of all our pictures and short clips which had us disturbing the mascot, and may and sarah doing an impromptu news interview. we are after all media comm students...taddaaa ( i wish i could show ya all the pictures and clips but im too lazy to upload and go gizmo techno i-dunno wat the fuck is on my blog)

what else this week, ya...all about hair

thursday was hilariously weirdly funny. the day was booorrrrinng cos we had character development class aka cme aka the-module-which-has-cip-as-part-of-its-module and later, we had a 2 hour lunch break before the make up class for oral communication as monday is national day ( stand up for singapore, anyone?). and me, jia hui and ryan decided to skip class ( is it uncool to say that it was our first time?)...to go town, have lunch and study marketing, ( yar, the test's today and i bet i will fail).

so we went to town, and we decided to.............dye our hair. va va voom - ourselves. so first problem was finding purple hair dye, the color that me, ryan and jia hui wanted. then jia hui realised that she should blackened her base, as it was brown with blong highlights. and ryan wanted his base to be ash. so we went to check out the salons at far east to actually buy the dyes from them and guess what, some shops were simply fuck up and thought they could rip us off, by selling us semi-permanent dye for 30 bucks. might as well just color at the salon! then we went to one salon and one of the hairstylist was kinda impressed with us ( i think like how ryan friend's said that we look like mass comm students from the way we were dressed and present ourselves) and so he sold us a permanent purple dye, along with the peroxide, and jia huis black base for like 40 bucks in total. kinda worth it since we got two hair dyes and all the bleaching agents. then jia hui went home first to get the keys to her condo and me and ryan and his friend kinda stayed in orchard trying to find some more bleaching agents and ryan's ash. then constance, aka oral comm lecturer called ryan through timothy's phone

" you will miss a lot"

"i am so disappointed"

blah blah blah. basically she finds adorement in ryan. like all other female lecturers. hence. but what the hell. the next day, the class was like saying how she keeps relating and repeating in class how disappointed and sad that we were not there and how it affected the whole lesson, thanks to us...hahaha...how ryan make an impact!
so where was i - im so longwinded

-------the coloring process---------

imagine a small toilet. with 2 boys and one girl. aluminium foil. paint brush. real humongous paint brush. 2 bleaching agents. one ash hair dye. one purple hair dye. hair dryer. confused teenagers on how and where to color. tired and how threatened these teenaagers felt for skipping lesson. and you get purple, confused martians.

the fact that i did jia huis hair and it turned out a ok except that some brown/blond remained.

the fact that ryan got three colors on his head, and that was just the bleaching agents. there was once it turned pink, white, blond then teh tarik color.

then ryan splash the purple dye. consecutively. his ash-gone-wrong fringe turn l u m i n o u s purple. and he didnt like it. so... he splash more of jia huis black left over. now his hair is dark purple at the front, dark grey at the sides, and ash on some of his back. results are sure not assured.

mine turned out red at the front, with some purple and i bleached certain areas resulting in a messed up fringe. so yar...we just couldnt stop laughin at each other, despite being crammed up in a teeny toilet staring at the mess we made when we look at the mirror = ourselves.

purple martians galore at singapore polytechnic mass comm lectures.

today went orchard. im too tired to type. can i just stop typing. please leh? thanks sabarina for todays drink. its real cool to walk down town with her...yeah

and in conclusion i love yamini and will always love her...despite...

yours sincerely from mars,
purple martian

2004-07-28T20:33:00.000+08:00

school week

yesterday and today was fun and exhilarating.

*went to plaza singapura with both sherina and sabarina yesterday

*kept laughing and mocking at people

*wore bow tie today with t-shirt as my class wanted to wear ties to the media comm gathering held in my school as a get-to-know party later at 3 pm

*discovered a way to send messages to other computers during i.t.b lesson because as usual we were so bored. we can like infect other computers with warning messages which actually is more like messenger without replies. the recipient could only click ok. mother may was so pissed of by me cause i flooded her comm to not study i.t.b. woohooo...mama dont preach!!!

*then during the 2 hour lunch break, we played our pre-planned tennis activity. yes i played tennis and i didnt suck LOR. i am a fast learner remember? but remember also i hit a volleyball once so hard during p.e in swiss that it got stuck on a tree? this time i shot 2 tennis balls way out of the fences. and yes i lugged along sports shoes and sports attire and sweated like after 7 months LOR. yes it was really fun.ryan.sarah.lavernia.timo.jason.sabarina.flora.jiaying.andrew.were there.
*then we had an hour of lecture before the party started and the party WAS..

*funnily exhilarating...

*i got to know all the outstanding DMC( Diploma in Media Comm)in year 1 and we were forced to dance, sing and put up with two live bands which in two words best described - gone wrong

*we just kept laughing at them, and if it werent for the buffet eating, we wouldnt have stayed for the bands LOR.

*school has gone beyond good expectations.

******except*******

**i have a CME aka CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT test this saturday. so stupid. about Singapore Poly Core ( pronounced koh) Values.
**sell teddy bears this sunday at the istana for Character Development Practical. that means no cca points. no cip hours. PART of the module. exciting right? dont you dare go to the istana on sunday. i might just skin you off 15 bucks for a teddy bear.

******wish you were here, at the istana******

2004-07-25T13:24:00.000+08:00

as promised, here are some of the pictures my class took during racial harmony day. yeah, despite being in polytechnic and all the stares. fuck. we never cared.

top row from left :

ryan, me, lavernia, sonia, may ( blocked)

middle row from left :

jonathan ( t-shirt), loretta ( lecturer), timothy ( green ), jason ,
sarah ( blue), jia hui ( songkok), flora , sherina ( light pink) ,
sabarina ( red ) , jia ying ( shocking pink)

it was fun while it lasted.   appreciation 2004 .
and you wonder whats the   blur   spot doing on my face.
some of my classmates were not there when picture was taken.
becky.jesslin.mei hui.james.andrew.jasmine

2004-07-22T23:18:00.000+08:00

fly me to the moon and not come back,
let me lie near the beach with nothing on.
freedom, happiness and love is like faraway,
time for me to let go and move on.

no use since i am already drowning...
no use since i am already sinking...

let me go, let me breathe,

please let me be who me want to be.

im down since you would not let me go...
but my trying only God knows.

let me be alone on the moon...
or by the beach to stare at the sun.
you can write me a letter soon,
me will reply without you is fun.

creative communication, 21 st july 2004, o930 hours

i feel like im being tried.

hospital.my grandma.friend.acquaintance.

me.cursed.dreary.tired.false.

i just feel like sleeping.

please.

2004-07-14T22:26:00.000+08:00

school week

i love the name kimora lee simmons. shes the designer for baby phat fashion. you should check out the von dutch label online at www.vondutch.com. its darn cool. i had fun on thursday during creative communication lesson. you know edmund chen (channel 8 artiste) younger sister is my lecturer, shes darn cool and hyper. shes involved in the arts and theatre scene in singapore and have directed plays before. shes sort of like beatrice chia but i think prettier. so our first assignment were doing promotions for some sweets which were colored balls in different forms of presentation like ads and skit. so it was fun and hilarious as my group used the slogan " balls.just.suck" and jiahui did posters, i did some designs which is like the brand and we also presented a radio skit. and later during the day we went to jia huis place to discuss another project which is due next week and this is like only the proposal stage. this module is introduction to communication principles. yeah. its all about communication trust me. ways to talk. how to talk. effectively. correctly. fuckingly. haha. so this project is to focus on a media output and do analysis and all the necessary research, interviews and all the reasons. my groups chosen 15 by royston tan, the critically acclaimed short movie about teen angst and violence. ryan somehow have contacts so we might just be interviewing royston. so thatll be it.. school life has began. and so has the hui conspiracy. dont laugh jia hui. the sky might just drop on you.

p : s : a i z a t w i s h e s h e r t o g e t w e l l s o o n .

2004-07-07T10:50:00.000+08:00

School Week
yeah...kinda writing from one of the labs in my school. its like during this lesson about using the technology for business. the lecturers like an old man who is so preoccupied with how to send an email or how to do your contact groups. so this lesson its exceptionally boring. but other lesson rocks man. ive done like oral communiation and creative communication and theyre laid back and darn cool. so here i am . now knowing what to type or what for. waiting for a two hour lunch later before another two hour lecture. maybe ill try more food courts. maybe ill rot.
polytechnic life rocks. world peace

in memory of lisa "left-eye" lopes
rap from "my life" from the album fanmail by tlc

Check it
Another day another dolla
Is the reality of my mentality
Otherwise dont even botha
You see my father was a wise old man
Always creatin the plan
For me to conquer this land
He said I am what I am
So be the best that I can
And if them others dont like it
Then why should I give a damn huh
Maybe so cause when his life wasnt right
My mother picked up them pieces
And continued on with the fight
So now its plain to me
It aint no game to me
See mom and dad corrected math
1 and 1 equal 3
4 and 5 I count my sister and brother
Stay alive till we die
And dont you ever be worried
Cuz Im down with a ride
Through peaks and valleys to cresent hills
Tumble down Ill set a new ground for jack and jill
Ever wonder what put the thunder deeply in my eyes
Take a look and youll find a sunshine
My life my life my life

2004-07-01T20:25:00.000+08:00

Aizat is apparently back

School, my class, my classmates are ...great

im doin really fine in school. my class mates , basically, all speak english and are vocal ( mass comm ) and we got thru great during orientation. tuesday had games at west coast, wednesday was indoors and formalities and today- flag day.hahaha. i got 10 bucks plus people...damn funny. was placed at raffles place, ended up walking thru clark quay then city hall then bugis..i was with these fun people ryan, jia hui and lavernia who were so sporting. we hid in mcdonalds, went to bras basah for ryan to check out guitars,then went window shopping in bugis, took neo prints then went back to raffles to assemble. we rock man. if you didnt notice, the whole of sp were collecting money in different mrt stations today, wearing t-shirt with the word presidents challenge.

i saw a lot of familiar faces in sp, from primary school to i-dunno-who-you-are-or-where-i-met-you-but-why-are-you-waving-at-me people, my classmates are apparently very, extremely hyper noisy. you will be irritated. they have these motormouths. i have one very cool malay girl whos humble yet dresses like a model, another real freelance model classmate whos a malay mix of chinese, ryan who looks like a jap but is extremely stylish, sarah who can never keeps her mouth shut ( from britney to her house cat to collecting 100 plus bucks for flag day - and shes my class rep), and lavernia, an indian girl whos from raffles who is so like my best friend yam - extremely approachable. im like having perfect classmates. and lots more la. i cant say anything more in words. except that im happy and very contented. im really smiling this time round. i like wearing my clothes. i like the friendly lifestyle where people smile at each other and there are apparently 6 food courts. hahaha..really so very happy.

and last but not least. erik's elder brother is my facilitator for the first week. you can gasp now and let your imagination run.

peace out.

2004-06-25T22:39:00.000+08:00

Aizat says bye and see you soon in weeks to come

hey, im writing in hope for good weeks to come in school. yeah, ive checked my timetables and courses thru my cussie who helped....(thanks dude!!)and what a shock to see. lets see.... im taking economics, marketing, information technology for business and character development all at once. thats like my chapters or modules for this semester along with the other normal ones like speech and oral and writing stuff. btw, those who arent sure what im talking about, im taking a diploma in media communication in singapore polytechnic and am starting next week. and looking at the time table...my days start as early as 9 and as late as 12 p.m, but ends at 1 p.m the earliest and 5 p.m the latest. so im like laughing and wondering bout school all at the same time.. my class is called DMC/FT/1A/02 mc meanin media comm/ ft full time/ class 1a meaning taking certain modules for this semester/ 02 being my index number or classroom. im guessing classroom. so maybe ill be busy for the few weeks to come. maybe ill be bored and post an entry daily. maybe ill just act as a nerd and start a new life, not recognising anyone anymore. maybe i should just shut up. hahaha. so pray for me. those whore reading this. whore. hahaha. yeah. i hate writing entry like this but wtf. im excited, esctatic, overwhelmed, tense, nervous, ( im repeating - help)just plain wondering about going to school after six months. six months of ups and downs. six months of seeing faces and facets. whatever. so peace out. i might not return here alive. so i will say it once again. i love you. all of you. muah and peace out.hahahahahaha....

2004-06-19T21:16:00.000+08:00

Aizat summed the whole week

I dont know where to start. But im still lagging back at home. Alls fine. Luggages fine. Im fine. Back at home. I was staying at my aunts place over in suburban kl, the outskirts, where its called the entrepreneurs park. Damn whole experience. Toilet, bed, cat-in-the-house, burning-scorching-oh-my-god-HOT but got through. Hahaha. So where did I visit. Petaling street- beach road meets far east plaza meets beach road meets pasar malam. Hell of a shopping spree. Mid-valley Shopping Centre- humongous shopping centre about three times the size of any average shopping centre in Singapore. Like paragon and pacific plaza. Expensive but considerable. Plus putrajaya - Malaysias new cbd meets arts hub. Plus my another relatives place. Plus to warehouses selling household goods which god knows where its located. Butt hurts travelling 2 hours in the car. Plus to and fro aunts stalls. Btw, my aunt owns food stalls which are fun and eye-opening to help out. Basically was fun and very family potrait if you know what I mean.

Petaling street - looks like bugis market, bargain able, sells cool stuff. bought shoes, shirts at great prices.

The cat in the house - very beautiful pure breed Persian, hyperactive male who slept on my ass one morning, maybe wanted extra padding…woohahaha

Mid-valley Shopping Centre - really wanted this shoe. And when I want shoes, no one can stopped me. Except something called the price. A hefty, beautifully priced yet fucking 658.20 ringgit. Real leather and branded kickers. will buy them one day. promise.

Mid-valley Shopping Centre - this shop was darn cool selling fusion of vintage stuff. From casuals to formals to surf wear. All by a local designer who was at the shop and talked to me. This was where the shoe ( above above ) was sold and this is a picture of some board shorts which were so cool. Spent about an hour there but didnt buy anything . Real cool brown and earth colored fusion of flower and abstract motives on t-shirts, slippers, bags and shoes - hence I love. This gets full marks.

Left : aunts stall - yeah, food glorious food in a reminiscent of ten years back. But still appreciated. Right : picture of my kickapoo vintage bottle. Hahaha. Tried to bring back to Singapore. But didnt . Dad said wasnt necessary .

my days have been good. to others whom i love, you know who you are, hang in there.
-peace out-

2004-06-14T18:14:00.000+08:00

Aizat is in kuala lumpur this week

weird. typing on this damn ketboard with chinese characters. chinese characters in malaysia? with my cosuin staring at the monitor. you can type in english? is that you with the black stuff in your face? oh you have your own website? he questions, wonders and gasps all at the same time. weirder is this internet cafe which is so badly lit that i can barely see the keyboard ( with chinese characters). journey here on the bus reminded me of what both yamini and and fareez said in their entries before of living in a secluded farm and minding own businesses doing subsistence farming.
no stress, no pressure. time is appreciated to the fullest. a lil taste o heaven
bear with me.

i dont know how much it will cost me to send my mms overseas but hell ya.
right : a picture of some hills or mountains. i wonder why- tourists anyone? yes its malaysia.
left : me and my bro, he farted in the bus and we couldnt help laughing thruout the whole journey. there was also an anti drug check of sort. they just start at my blue glasses...

i must get this

- a pair of levis in faded fit
- a grey or earth colored hipster bermudas
- a cap
- a bag
- t-shirts in light brown, black and white

i think i will get this

- silver wrist accesories
- handphone casings
- n.e.r.d or maroon 5 lbum
- fake, pirated pasar malamed gothika and van helsing vcds

i will try to get this

- chewing gum
- hair color job
- syeds shirt
- eriks bag
- something teenie weenie for certain people

i will get

- my luggage bag full to the brim with extra luggage bags
- scolding from mum if i were to buy all of the above
- scolding from dad if i were to color my hair.
- my money brought all spent

i will still do
- all of the above

hey people, can still contact me thru phone. my sis, if youre reading this..so sorry didnt tell you i was leaving. sms or call me on my hp right, if you want anything...

2004-06-12T18:01:00.000+08:00

Aizat loved this week
Aizat thought he would woke up by the beach the next day

Thursday. Collect o level certificate from school. Called everyone of relation to meet up in swiss cottage and later to spend the day at sentosa. Everyone came except yam, zul and syed. Math teacher asked about college. Sarcasm. Mrt ride which had not experienced for a while was replayed as every character was present. Even arwen. I thank her. And shantice too, who met up later. Sentosa has always been a good place to unwind but it was siloso beach this time round. There was, still an unexpected crowd. Ner was not feeling well so he rested whilst we started with mass volleyball. 10 or 11 in a volleyball pit which belonged to us as we had highlighted all access bands. Entertaining, loud and expression of varying energy to sum it up. Had a nice tan, bruised wrists and sand in all the hard to reach places as a result. Then basically we swam, played more ball until we decided to make use of the highlighted all access band. Canoe. Funny, tiring and exhilarating in brief. Gained bruises all over the body and more sand in all places. All. Showering was weirdly funny though would not mention specific details. One word. Limits. Dragged legs to have dinner at a hawker centre. Then back home in an mrt ride. Dragged ricky and boo-lee to the library to borrow a book. Had sushi. Home sweet home.

*Ai thought jokes do not mean to hurt or spoil someones day
*Ai thought volleyball was darn cool
*Ai quite appreciate that despite inconsistencies, conspiracies and sheesh in people, the day went well
*Ai hated going back to swiss cottage, they should “adapt to situation suitability, not own comfortability”
*Ai hated the siloso beach logistics staff, curse him to canoe into the ocean and never come back
*Ai loved the mrt ride with ricky and boo-lee back home, check out the pictures of us in the train
*Ai thought he revealed too much regarding certain things to certain people at a particular point. Trust.

Despite all, ai thank all who were present, in ai alphabetical order

* Arwen * Boo-Lee * Dessie * Double Weis * Greezlie * Ken * Melvin * Ner * R-mat * Ricky * Shantice * Siever * SonSan * Vickshow * Yuanny *

Beyond What Ai Can Say , hence :

2004-06-05T21:30:00.000+08:00

so many days...
so much time...
so many friends...
so many places...
so much to catch up...
so much to do...
can i?
can you help?