as i look at the reflection,i only saw one thing.
forward.
meet the spartans was dumb.
lol


Ich glaube beim Lesen Ihres Glaubens von Ihren Handflächen nicht
Aber gemäß Handflächenvorlesung bin ich annimmt, ziemlich früh zu sterben
Errät, dass ich meinen Wunsch lassen habe, gewähren
Sterben Sie frühe, weniger Sünde.
Ich werde mich selbst in Leben nach dem Tod nachgeben
Es verletzt


im annoyed.
shit.
i hate feeling this way.




hello hello.

i hate my basic drawing.
been trying to work it out for the whole day today.
i've re-done 2 times.
but it's still ass shitty.
urgghh urrghh urgggh
cant wait for sat to come,cz i got A LOT of things to do like...
watch moviesssss:Meet The Spartans...L deathnote.
thingssss to buy: at Sungei Road..like polaroid camera.
thingssss to do: my own bd project & read my bookS[piling up on my bookshelf alrdy.omg]
& go wild wild wet XD
hahaha.
i shall skip BD & do LIT folder now.
though it suck.shit.
i got no mood for anything unlike last week.
does being happy get into your head?
than i should be moody all day than.

the Dream was like bubbly sweet pink cotton floss.
but i've had enough of the sweetness.
im sick of it.since it's been a year.

I invented "whip cream alert".
but i didnt know this Whip Cream would come to me so unexpectedly.
well,maybe not Whip Cream.maybe Cappucino.
Hot Cappucino came to me & said
-hello
-how are you?
-ur're beautiful
-what's your name?
-can i get to know u?
but i left the Hot Cappucino there waiting.
confused.feeling unwanted.
what the hell??!lol.
i felt like saying "im sorry,im not beautiful.maybe at least,as i know,not on the insides.please leave,ur're wasting your own time."
-though it's nice to hear your compliment

apologies for all the 'coding' of names.
but i think u ppl reading this should kinda get the rough idea
haha.it goes well with the new song i put up.







xoxoxo
emily


^^ taking a break.
im so ^%^#ing happy cz i $^%ing finished kay's basic drawing & perspective!!
wooh00.
urghh.tan's work i promise to do during break.
so have to photocopy john's perspective & *%^ing shade it.

%%#&-ing a lot of work to do.
i need to eat my dinner now








i stayed up till 3am just to watch this part of The Pianist.
i love the music so much.
maybe you'll think im nuts.
since i could obviously watch in youtube.
but...i don't know.i feel it's worth it.
to stay up just to watch this part.




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvrOAwLeqzc
the real Szpilman from the movie.




haha...you know.
well,yeah,i nvr want to see that tag.
it's not that i hate it,but i just don't understand the point of it...really.
bcz when i think about it all,it's funny.
how it all ends to.because what's ending now seems to be repeating itself.
really im not hurt.im never hurt now.
& would you say i am angry?
well,how does anyone know if i'm angry,because no one knows but myself.
i will speak the truth in this post.
nothing but the truth.
something that is always present in didi's blog,but never in mine.


so for once.i shall ask;
so what am i suppose to do?
reply ur tag saying... "oh,gee...thanks for remembering me [since i'm going to spend it alone with my friends,which is really not a problem for me].& happy valentine's day to u n her too"
are you trying to make me happy;because im not.
to think that Nee Chee,my emily's CD & my The Grease VCD is still with u.
i want it back.
just forget about the mcr gig thing.
so now...how will i get back this 3 of my precious things?
are any of your things still with me?
do you want anything back?


i just hope you wont play around with other girls,
girls that would easily fall for you
with whatever charm you may cast upon them;i don't care
i hope you'll stay true to her.
because it's seems otherwise to me...
i told you once that i had hold on to you,because you're my first.
i thought you were my last.im wrong.again.
i've had enough.


because i've pick myself up & moved on.












okay.
i cant really think straight.
my back is hurting.pain pain pain...
i've been bending over doing my basic drawing from 11 till 4.30 today.
i think my spinal is going to break off soon.
but i finished my 2 gothic illustration.
will be doing the tri-ethnic illustration tomorrow & touch-up everything on thurs.
to remind myself,i need a large art bag like the one AJ bought.
large enough to fill in BIG art work & not get it crumpled in the mad mrt rush.
to essentuate my NEED of this bag,i dreamt about it yesterday night.
i dreamt that i was freaking over my crumpled art work.
i was searching like 'insane-ly' for an art bag.mumbling to myself.
& the next moment i was at Art Friend & mumbling as i brisked to the file shelves.

lame.i know.
i want dreams of cemetery...or.or -or something grotesque like what AJ always dreamt of.
i don't want to be dreaming of fucking lame things like searching for an art bag!
i want to dream of searching for a body bag!
i don't want to dream that im in history class drooling or in a garden watching ants crawled by.
...wdh is wrong with me?


cant help but put u this song after i heard that Lithium from dididada's blog
XD
this is the song that i remembered most since i was in my brother's room that time when i was a younger.

going to school now.
gotta go.if not im gonna be late

*YAWNS********* +_+

*8.20am.

u've got me all wrong.... :)
hormones going in all the wrong directions

im feeling so head bangy today ^^

hussin is goin to have a gig on 23/24 feb
but im not goin....sorry dude & sorry ur rocking sis too...
still remember those heavy metal days with him
LOL.fucking hilarious.
fucked up school gig.hisyam 'commiting suicide' from the 3rd storey.hussin slams his bass.shouting.dropping pants to see spongbob boxers during badminton.jumping down from the science lab 2nd floor & earned a chat with the principal.cutting the arms very deeply.almost fainting.farting.digging nose.disturbing other girls,especially chinese.
that stupid fucker.HAHA.
here's a tribute to you,the first song u had in the first Iron Maiden CD u lent to me...
at first,i was like:wtf?a song of 13mins?
but when i listen to it....it's wooaahohooo...
if u were to listen this song till the end,
i think ur're crazy too.




ROFL!i still cant help but laugh till i cough blood out when i remembered that gig in school.
hey,the action was awesome,no offence.

diana,thanks :)...



Truthfully..
Ich fühle keine Liebe in meinem Herzen verlassen
Ich scheine, mehr leicht zu hassen
Meine Innenseiten sind wie die gefrorene Hölle in Pluto gefroren



nothing,hopefully,nothing will ever stop her dropping a single tear
"i wish i could burn this filthy place down"
"i wish i live in Pluto.but it's 599 million km from earth"



(edit)
i've done perspective drawing.
yeah.not all of course!
i manage to do all the cabinets & doors & shit.
i tried to the the curtain plus the table & chairs;but to no avail.
im sick of it.
here i chuck it out of my mind under piles of other files,
for than on monday i shall search for it
& squeeze my 3hrs to finishing the rest.


im doing on contrasting Islamic & Byzantine Architecture.
found so much stuff.interesting.
but the idea of starting to type the essay feels awful.


LIT?
huh?
what is it?
...
victoria frances


i promise i won't be hurt by the Devil
HAHA!it was all a lie again
how foolish i am



Weil deshalb viel von den Seiten weggerissen sind...


i think there's something crazy in my tagboard.
i find it difficult to type.
so here's my reply to the tags XD

shashah:hey,smile always!i know it's really hard & tiring working at CNY... ur tagboard is going nuts too -_- i cant go in.
douglas:hey dude!linked u already.hope there's our class outing asap ;)
dididada:shehana not at home la. XD
far:i missed u too :( read ur blog.we'll meet up soon k...even for awhile?? :)
AJ:ROFL!! yea...it keeps me laughing always.so cute.haha

















sorry sorry anis!forgive me!
but i just cant help but post this.
ur're so cute >_<





okay.i know.
i've not been blogging properly.
i just woke up now & turned on Edward.
it's 7.16am.
dreading for class.but looking forward to see my classmates.

anyway.i didnt tell u guys why this week i've got a lot of mishapen.
i hit my head hard against the wall & feel like i have a concussion.
but im okay nw.

wad else???hmm...
yeah.i fall sick at Jusco the other day out with my family.
i was in the toilet for so long & i feel like collapsing on the toilet floor with my pants half way down.
ops.
yeah.but i manage to breathe properly & stay awake;i dunno how.
& than i feel a little better so i sat outside Delifrance/The Manhattan Fish Market while my family shopped.
sheeesshh.
im just a burden for them to bring around.

shit.i got to get my ass off now or i'll be late.
havent packed my bag.
oh yahh.wad class is it today?
hist of western art & perspective drawing.
no homework.
just pure boredom.

will go sungei road with dididada[^^] & uma ltr.
im gonna get those big specs.if they still have it.


omg.
i forgot how much i was so possessed by the musical Phantom Of The Opera

it's strange.that edgar's wife,Virginia died when she was 13.the same age as her.
for edgar lay down this for her beloved wife.

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the bell toll! -a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river -
And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear? -weep now or never more!
See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!
Come! let the burial rite be read -the funeral song be sung! -
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young -
A dirge for her, the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her -that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read? -the requiem how be sung
By you -by yours, the evil eye, -by yours, the slanderous tongue
That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?"

Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song
Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong!
The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside,
Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride -
For her, the fair and debonnaire, that now so lowly lies,
The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes -
The life still there, upon her hair -the death upon her eyes.

Avaunt! tonight my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,
But waft the angel on her flight with a paean of old days!
Let no bell toll! -lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,
Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damned Earth.
To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven -
From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven -
From grief and groan to a golden throne beside the King of Heaven."

shout this poem together