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faezah,19
Temasek Poly, Retail Management
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i'm a boring person.BAHH.

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Saturday, September 30, 2006
6:18 PM

wired LESS

My home is wireless!
Horray!

Now i can bring my laptop into the toilet for some soul searching cum soul cleansing.
You know what I mean ; )

Let's see,
today I'm gonna have to buka alone while listening to the "lagu buka" on radio.

What time arh buka?

Let's see,
Yesterday I sahur alone while eating "tak sedap" maggi and watching Dora the explorer on Nickelodeon.

Then I watched Lakehouse and Basic Instinct and The covenant on DvDs.
I love the lakehouse!


This entry is nothingless.
Just like my home being wireless.
And having foodless.
Watching my super sweet 16 and feeling birthdayless.

SIIIIGHHHSSSS


; you're the ghost of royalty imposing love



Saturday, September 23, 2006
5:38 PM

HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY, SALLY!

Yst was Sally's 18th b'day and we got her a really cute b'dae cake!(okay, stop it with the excited tone)

With relightable candles!Hahah


The timing got abit off so by the time birthay girl arrived, the choco cake became choco fondue.
We had a quick "Allah selamatkan kamu" song at Starbucks Liat.




Trying so hard to blow off the candles while we prayed at the side that Sally didn't forget to bring her inhaler.


Chimp and Jim.

Alermak Chimp, yummy cake huh.


Coco bought her a gift and look what it says,


"I love U Sally"

Secondary school flame hard to die, I must say.

Newton Circus up next for some seafood and Bugis to chill.
Next Ministry of Sound for some fun.
But first, well you know the drill.


Our favourite toilet at work, Intercontinental toilet.


Alright let's go.

Sally and I left for MOS first while the rest were at store waiting for Hawa to finish closing.

Smoove sucks, playing 90's songs and gansta shits.
Mamaks just adore me that night, Stop it sak.

It left like clubbing at KL again cuz we were with the usual crowd( the 6 1/2 bitches) but this time with Chimp and Yan tagging along.

We were getting hit on by this particular guy, all 6 girls mind you( the 3 guys with us left for main arena).

But you gotta love the main arena and 54

OMFG, I swear the house music is so much better than rnb,reggae & that shits.
54 was simply awesome la!With the retro dance floor and those swings

Mac's in the morning til the 1st train.Thank god I brought along slippers.



; you're the ghost of royalty imposing love



Thursday, September 21, 2006
5:09 PM

venture into my premises!

Hello world,
welcome to the walk-in wardrobe!


Where you don't even have to walk in, cuz the clothes are outside!
And if you look closely, its really organize.
Work clothes will be the pile on the right.
Who needs doors anyway!


Don't forget to check the lastest inventions over at Starbucks Bugis!
Where fans do not come with blades!
So it's sold at half price!
Ouh so windy, can you feel it?


The light switches,
where people say a lil' prayer before on-ing and off-ing them.
The lastest invention, light switches OFF the walls.
We call them,
the independent switches where they'll be suspended by poles.

Disclaimer

Starbucks Bugis is undergoing renovation.
Thus the wacky interior.
However, the wardrobe picture is not affected.
=)



; you're the ghost of royalty imposing love



Monday, September 18, 2006
4:17 PM

C'mon, say ouhgishkehairishy!

Ouh, I love this badge so much I even propped it against the laptop to remind myself time and time again that I AM NOT THE BITCH.I AM THE BITCH.
Hohoho!

Okay then, define a bitch.
According to Cambrigde Dictionaries online, bitch[noun] is defined as a female dog.
Let's try to put it in context here.
Faezah is not the FEMALE DOG. She is the FEMALE DOG.
Ermmm, righttttt.
However, the word bitch is often used on women.
I know of a very good example.
The boyfriend, when he gets really mad, he'll say
FAEZAH, YOU'RE BEING A REAL BITCH. %^$&^%&^%*&*^& (insert other vulgarities).
But, if you're trying to throw a bitch-type of remark to guys,
you're only restricted to a "son of a bitch", which happened to have no impact or wadsoever on either party.
Cuz son of a bitch[noun] means "an unpleasant man".
Who uses "son of a bitch" on anyone anymore?
Your grandpa probably passed that stage to a "Fuck yer muther, son".
So you're trying to fathom here what the fuck am I trying say here,
basically NOTHING.
Cuz it doesnt really matter!
HAHAHAHA.
I'm bored. Cut me some slack, will ya?
Sheesh. You guys are so uptight!



; you're the ghost of royalty imposing love



Thursday, September 14, 2006
9:06 PM

the flame that is keeping us alive.

In case you failed to notice, In case you failed to see, This is my heart bleeding before you , This is me down on my knees.

This foolish games are tearing me apart,
Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.


Yesterday, this song somehow kept playing in my mind and as well as on my playlist.
You amazed me.

Don't worry, I'm not gonna bore you guys to death with the lovey-dovey ramblings of that sort.
I would love to tell myself the grass is always greener on the other side. But somehow, please, I beg to differ.
With the feeling of stiff air clouding around me, a good workout is essential.
My workout consisted of household chores.
Before any health enthusiast starts pelting eggs at me for associating chores with a workout session, I've read somewhere that vacuuming does burn fats that is equivalent to something something.
Okay, I've just remembered.I read it on CLEO.
Right back at ya!
It sure cleared the mind and purify the soul.and the house too =)

Anyways, here's my secret to good health.
a daily dose of hugs,kisses and lotsa smiles from the boyfriend.


and you'll be a happy gubber!

Fuck 'happy gubber' alright.
Its sucha lame fuck sentence.
I'm not happy and i'm not a dumb gubber.Whatever it means.


; you're the ghost of royalty imposing love



Wednesday, September 13, 2006
11:22 PM

my updates.

The ecstasy of freedom ardour lasted for three whole days whereby I was with the loveliest people I've ever met.Namely "Nicky","Belle" and "Danielle".

So that was last week.
So two whole nights of clubbing was arduous.
So club-hopping was fun.
So dancing and prancing around with heels were disgustingly painful.
So camwhoring at every opportunity was a definite.
So getting high with free flows and bitching with ultra menyampah slang was hilarious.
So having tequila shot that nearly kill me wasn't that cool.
So great company is a must have, I must say.




Slumber party =)

Girls just wanna have fun. I also say!

Good to go, gurlfriends.Hello World!

Cube wasn't that bad if u closed your eyes and pretend the Mats & Minah weren't there. Ouh yarh, "Baik Dok". Nurul was the best at getting cherries.LOL.

Ladies Night awesome lah!

They also have good ventilation outside aka the balcony for people like me who can't hold their liqour and need a breather.

MoMo was a scary decision at 1st,considering the fact that the brother works there.But ouh the adrenaline rush! It was packed with FAT not PHAT hippos(hip hoppers) wannabe as it was playing all those hiphop tunes. With their "bling bling, money ain't a thang" attitude, it just pisses us off to somewhere humane. Later in the night, they played house and thank god those ghetto supa-shits dont get them and left.BENNY BENASSI is the sex! Everyone was hyped up when they played Satisfaction, even Nurul (who was doing her "tepuk-tepuk tangan" dance).

The time when we were a wee bit intoxicated, thus the bitchy, thrash talking and the slang.

Attica made us look and feel rich. Look at their fucken seats!OMFG larh. Music wasn't bad either.

MOS was packed as per normal.Met up with Ili, the girl was already senget from all those free flows from Devil's huh.Heh. But you gotta love the toilet.

Special tribute to that Mat sallah dude who thought Nurul fucking brought along a measuring tape everywhere she goes.

Mat salleh(to Nurul): How many meters is it to 7-11?

Nurul(stumped): Erm, 100 m?

Nurul, kau best arh.Maths kau baik.LOL.

Then it was back to Cube and MoMo again. And I thought P.E was tough.Walking to and fro was beyond strenuous.

Desperate time calls for desperate measures.

Maggi pon maggi la. That was after clubbing and when we realised we hadn't eat since those pattayas and nasi ayams.

2nd night was Dbl O where all those jantan cabaret and konek gatals mingle.

Cost us fucking 4 bucks!Wohooo

The guys were beyond gatal as though they've been raped by their dads when they were young.Every fucking sound they played were mixed into reggaeton.Hah.

Suka arh Naq.

Let's hit Cube before anything happened.

That was another fight at Cube(Again?!). The crowd wasn't as bad as Dbl O's but they can't seem to get a grip of themselves here. Not forgetting, the shots that nearly kill Naq and I.Ouh, tequila! Thanks to that, we weren't able to enjoy ourselves to the free barrel of vodka cranberry( is it cranberry?)

cuz we were too busy stoning and controlling our vomits in the mouth whilst the Wany and Nurul were having brain freeze drinking it fast to finish it up before closing time.hahaha.

I love those 3 memorable days and you guys!

P.S.

Do you call yourselves hypocritical if you're bitching about someone who is almost close to you?

No.Cause shit was thrown at you first.

Good night world,

life is a hypocritical bastard.



; you're the ghost of royalty imposing love



Saturday, September 02, 2006
12:11 AM

the littlest thing.

Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing
Especially when I have to watch other people kissin'
And I remember when you started callin' me your miss's
All the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood
I dont why I trusted you but I knew that I could
We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt

Dreams, Dreams
Of when we had just started things
Dreams of you and me
It seems, It seems
That I can't shake those memories
I wonder if you have the same dreams too.

The littlest things that take me there
I know it sounds lame but its so true
I know its not right, but it seems unfair
That the things are reminding me of you
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend
Even if for only one weekend
So come on, Tell me
Is this the end?

Drinkin' tea in bed
Watching DVD's
When I discovered all your dirty grotty magazines
You take me out shopping and all we'd buy is trainers
As if we ever needed anything to entertain us
the first time that you introduced me to your friends
and you could tell I was nervous, so you held my hand
when I was feeling down, you made that face you do
no one in the world that could replace you




//Lily Allen- Littlest Things.

Ouh my, it sures remind me of my whimsical romance.


; you're the ghost of royalty imposing love