fucking mood swings.
softly spoken words.
I'm implying this to many things. I'm bored. a short flash of imagery of myself currently, would be a stinky chubby nerd with a messy hair do with a gunk of drool, staring into space. yeahh. that could be it. I have so many things that I have been yearning to do for years, now I just don't know where to start. and, I wish things could be less complicated. oh juicy lamb, you're the last person I would want to hurt. shits. obviously there's nothing wrong with you, blame this kreko. oh and the repeated lines that haunt the very ten minutes before my eye lids are shut, "now is the right time to put your experiences to the test." and "I just hope you won't repeat the same mistake again, knowing.. you."
buggers :(
fat kids aren't cute.
hi, I'm Isadhora omar. apparently I have this other person who lives inside of me who has terrible broken English and thinks she's cool like that; Markonah. hey ho, biatch. just so you know, my post title doesn't have any relevance to any of this. I'm just of out lines. some fat kids are cute though but some are just scary. makes you want to say "whoa! how in the name of Josie's panties did you get that huge, man?". okay now, I sound mean and horrible. please, pardon me. okay, we'll be even. I'm a fat kid honestly, so I sure ain't cute.
anyway, yesterday was the last of them all. finally they were over. at first I thought that the whole examination month would be excruciatingly stressful since I have been locking myself in the room since.. I could hardly remember. but then, thanks to this awesome commando mr.kumis, it wasn't so bad after all. appreciate it much. you're the coolest evaah! heheh. thanks for making my play list filled with happier tunes too. the last paper, chemistry was a killer but heck with it. I was too happy to flip the papers again. well deep inside I wanted to say "fuck you smart people for making it so hard". and adios, living satans who made me stuck in there for years. I won't miss any of you. you full headed, lifeless shit heads who had nothing to.... hey wait, I promised no more angry posts. okay I'll just stop there.
anyway, yesterday was the last of them all. finally they were over. at first I thought that the whole examination month would be excruciatingly stressful since I have been locking myself in the room since.. I could hardly remember. but then, thanks to this awesome commando mr.kumis, it wasn't so bad after all. appreciate it much. you're the coolest evaah! heheh. thanks for making my play list filled with happier tunes too. the last paper, chemistry was a killer but heck with it. I was too happy to flip the papers again. well deep inside I wanted to say "fuck you smart people for making it so hard". and adios, living satans who made me stuck in there for years. I won't miss any of you. you full headed, lifeless shit heads who had nothing to.... hey wait, I promised no more angry posts. okay I'll just stop there.
you should see the look on my best friend's face when everything was over. even the rest. they were wild chickens! hot tasty crispy chickens dipped in yummy spicy flour and then deep fried to perfection. okay, I'm just saying that because I'm hungry. no wait, I'm not hungry. I'm just bored.
list after lists of what-to-dos seemed never ending. six months of pure joy and merry mode, or so my dad says. we'll just see about that I guess. oh D.P, you're so cool. wished I could learn how to do that chipmunk voice you do. I tried but I sounded like a squirrel. it was nasty. more jap food with you mister! and congrats to mr. Ziddo for winning two awards at the MCI Awards. am proud of ya. yeb thinks you're cool. more hor funs for the fun guy after this! thanks for the eid pows, too. i haz Singapore dollerzz. yessaaaaa. funny thing Ira wanted to make a "I'm your biggest fan, man!" tee shirt with his face printed on top. wow, just.. wow.
so okay, its over now. now what?
sometimes things just get really scary. but its worth it anyhow.
i don't know how. i don't why.
you make me feel like coloured jellies inside.
better than the buddiflies.
(via we heart it)
hangin' by a moment.
I have not much left to say. nothing fun in particular.. just maybe buddiflies? :)
I is happy. I like these few weeks. I think I is at my happiest.
yippie! I has buddiflies.
how's my attempt to sound cheerful with the annoying usage of broken english? :D
this is by far the cutest thing ever. hee heee.
can't spm be over sooooooneeerrr? oh man.
I is happy. I like these few weeks. I think I is at my happiest.
yippie! I has buddiflies.
how's my attempt to sound cheerful with the annoying usage of broken english? :D
5 ozana, class of 2009.
HELLO HELLO HELLO! siapa nama awak? siapa nama awak? siapa nama awak?
2 hours and 20 mins; I have yet to conquer the whole chapters of Physics but ended up sitting in front of the pc anyhow. I can't seem to get away from the bright lights of the screen.
halp! halp!
halp! halp!
if only I could recollect and converge every posssible will and likes to sit on that iron chair once again. honestly, I'm disliking this whole idea of pressure and tense before the exams. maybe yeah, its my fault for not preparing myself for this months ago. yeppers. padan muka kau, perempuan.
anyhow, my new ozana classroom is heck fun. me likes with having mr. momosh as class president. if going to the cineplex and having popcorns stuck on my hair while watching the ever-so-funny Papadom with the adorable chubby panda of an actor named Adflin Shauki, counted as a class trip, it was fun. (I think that was the longest sentence I had typed in one breath. beat that.) the movie was really funny. thank God my pants weren't full. it was so funny, I might have peed. have I told you it was funny? it was funny.
we were supposed to go kayaking or paddling but the drizzling wouldn't stop, so we had to at least do something. (i'm supposed to study. i know. fuck it. you ain't my momma.)
btw, I'm beginning to realize that most of which that I posted has that sentimental, mental and depressive themes. even my blog name sounds depressive. HA HA. okay note to self : no more angry angry posts. maybe I should write about happy things.. and I should rename this domain to yourstruly-happymob.blogspot.com. you like?
but then, lets start doing that in the next post.. because right now I feel depressed. I'm getting more afraid to take risky chances on liking more people. specifically boys because I don't think I'm gay enough to go to the "other side". I should keep to T's bet then perhaps.
since Sunday, I think its only been a few days and Yebb and Ira seemed, sad? maybe sad's not the right word. I guess they're having bad days while I'm not around. poor boogers. :(
anyhow, my new ozana classroom is heck fun. me likes with having mr. momosh as class president. if going to the cineplex and having popcorns stuck on my hair while watching the ever-so-funny Papadom with the adorable chubby panda of an actor named Adflin Shauki, counted as a class trip, it was fun. (I think that was the longest sentence I had typed in one breath. beat that.) the movie was really funny. thank God my pants weren't full. it was so funny, I might have peed. have I told you it was funny? it was funny.
we were supposed to go kayaking or paddling but the drizzling wouldn't stop, so we had to at least do something. (i'm supposed to study. i know. fuck it. you ain't my momma.)
btw, I'm beginning to realize that most of which that I posted has that sentimental, mental and depressive themes. even my blog name sounds depressive. HA HA. okay note to self : no more angry angry posts. maybe I should write about happy things.. and I should rename this domain to yourstruly-happymob.blogspot.com. you like?
but then, lets start doing that in the next post.. because right now I feel depressed. I'm getting more afraid to take risky chances on liking more people. specifically boys because I don't think I'm gay enough to go to the "other side". I should keep to T's bet then perhaps.
since Sunday, I think its only been a few days and Yebb and Ira seemed, sad? maybe sad's not the right word. I guess they're having bad days while I'm not around. poor boogers. :(
meet my class president. you like?
I wan't to have him as my date for prom.
I wan't to have him as my date for prom.
oh man, I'm such a loser :(
markonah is scared.
halooo mamats and minahs.
again, I'm crapping about the stressing weeks and months before the big exam I'm about to sit for. pardon me for not doing a good job filtering the stressed out aura and seemingly never ending rants and annoying posts about boring ol' high school. thank God its ending soon. I'm left with three more weeks.
after the trials, honestly I wasn't really fond of the terrible outcome which was printed on the yellow piece of paper. so did my dad. I know, I know.. I couldn't stop blabbering about SPM. I sound terribly geeky anyhow. then, my sister proposed an offer to coach me since she's a having a semester break. so here I am, in Melaka strutting myself off for the next two weeks. I need her help terribly. I swear, after this whole thing's over, it's payback for the lost days. but then, I wonder if coming here would help me focus on studying. I've been eyeing on the x box 360 sunburst guitar console since I got here. woweee. me love guitar hero long time.
I even get to cuddle the little monster, momo. I miss him much.
after the trials, honestly I wasn't really fond of the terrible outcome which was printed on the yellow piece of paper. so did my dad. I know, I know.. I couldn't stop blabbering about SPM. I sound terribly geeky anyhow. then, my sister proposed an offer to coach me since she's a having a semester break. so here I am, in Melaka strutting myself off for the next two weeks. I need her help terribly. I swear, after this whole thing's over, it's payback for the lost days. but then, I wonder if coming here would help me focus on studying. I've been eyeing on the x box 360 sunburst guitar console since I got here. woweee. me love guitar hero long time.
I even get to cuddle the little monster, momo. I miss him much.
Markonah likey likey momo. Markonah scared of fierce tutor. Markonah likes Melaka long time.
senior year grad day.
yesterday I had my high school graduation which was something, (though corny as it sounds..) I'm supposed to cherish when I get a little older. I guess, maybe. the whole thing just made me grateful that everything is coming to an end after years waiting, dreading for it to be over. maybe, I just looked into the bad sides of high school since day one. still, it WAS hard being there. 'fitting in' wasn't in the pages of my dictionary up until now. and what made it obviously clear was being elected as the seniors years' 'the most weird' title. nice. at first I thought that that was the meanest thing to do by them lame bowzos but then I thought, who would want to fit in that place anyway. come to think of it, I don't even want to be among them. I don't really know when they're going to announce the winner of the other titles. I bet the pathetic dickheads had their fun in this. pffft.
anyway, it was funny though that my best friend and I put ourselves to look nice for yesterday. we don't really do this for school events. but what the heck, we did. funny that we were still messy anyway. I just hope I didn't look fat in that grey dress. the whole time, the event was sappy as if it was the end of the world. not to mention having a strong emotional atmosphere lingering until the end.
when we got home, Ira and I summarised everything and made our conclusion : we just hate being there in that school. I can't really explain a specific reason why we do, we just don't feel comfortable. then after hours of rolling and twisting ourselves on the bed gossiping, we can't help resisting the camera. :p
me, Ira and Nat :)
and I give you, SMK PU 1's the most weird duo :
and proud of it.
sod off, weeners. :)
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