.Ramblings of ayunie.

Horrible day today.

Nobody was on time to open the booth.

Johan found out that you have to book a place to use the area outside the library. Even though he was supposed to know it in the first place.

And Johan also is giving his jobs to other people cos he won't do it.

Sucky.

And nobody was also on time to pass us the costumes, even though nice Zech was cool enough to lend us his costume and let us dirty it as long as it gets back to him in one piece. I'm gonna be responsible for it. And I'll be making extra damn sure it'll be back with Zech in ONE PIECE AND NOT HAVE ANY OTHER PROBLEMS.

Like just now.

Damn all those people who don't own phones. Sorry Zulaiha; but I'm finally feeling how ur friends have felt when they try to contact you. >_< But I still luvvs euu ehhs gurl.

I still hate myself. Fucking bad. I am such a horrible person and I know everyone will tell me that. I shall try to change myself from now on. Gonna try my best, and I know it's hard; but I will try anyways.

I guess from now on this blog will be my notes on wad I've done and how I'm gonna improve this fucked up personality of mine and my attitude or something. I might be making my blog private as well. See first.

It's always me me me.

I made people bring their costumes.

I didn't turn up to meet him.

I got bad grades and got all pissed.

I am a spoilt, fucked up bitch.

I'm sorry.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

PARTAY BABAY.

ITS HALLOWEEN AND WE ARE ALL DRESSED FOR FUN!!

At least, for this barbeque that is.

We dressed to kill. hahhaa. Look at Shahul and his pimp afro pink frether boa head.

The beeeeautiful ladies.

The winner: Rinoa!

Look at those sexy shaven legs. Dudes went crazy over this. And even the gay sotong Daniel tried to woo him. I mean her. Even fizzie humped him! AAAAAAAA--

Director Moses joined in the fun with the eyeglasses. Those aren't his real eyes people.

It was fun! And darling Hui Zhen even uploaded all the other pictures as well.

http://huizhen16.multiply.com/photos/album/43

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

http://weekendamerica.publicradio.org/programs/2007/10/27/_ten_tales_of_terror.html

a link to a lot of interesting stories. 'just in time for halloween. Read it in the dark. Or listen to it. They have the authors recordings.

Monday, October 29, 2007

I guess you could call it a breakdown.

I didn't cry though. Don't feel much emotion. Just te overwhelming pressure.

Everything was killing me. Is killing me. And I want it all to end.

School, projects, hari raya and the hosting of guests, all the fucking housework.

It will never end I tell you.

And I am stuck with looking after my aunt because she will be living in this house forever.

Aren't I doomed.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

http://lostcontemplations.com/Auax/Caramel/Caramel.html

Saturday, October 20, 2007

I feel so misplaced.

I hate school now. I love the people in it, but the work is ARGH.

And I want to go out with my family for raya, but it seems like i cant. Because of school. Projects. Fuck la.

Other than that life has been okay. Not great, but okay.

I'll be waiting till the time I can finally flyyyyyyy.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

What A Wonderful World

I see ruined cities, limbless children too,
Where are their parents? No one has a clue.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

I see men in green, fighting the fight,
Buildings enflamed, light up the night.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

The bombs from Lockheed Martin, falling from the sky
The blood spattered faces, of people walking by.
I see friends clinging to friends, welled up with tears,
Unable to talk – too overcome with fear.

I hear babies crying, from freshly bombed homes,
They’ll feel more pain than I’ve ever known.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world,
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

To those of you born in the 1970s or 1980s, take a trip down memory lane...

You grew up watching He-man,MASK,Transformers,Silver Hawk and Mickey Mouse.
Not to forget Ninja Turtles, Care bears, My Little Pony and Smurfs too...

You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in Primary school during recess time.
You will squat by a drain with all your classmates beside you,and brush your teeth with a coloured mug.
The teachers said you must brush each side 10 times too.

You know what SBC stands for.

You pay 40 cents for Chocolate or Strawberry MILK every week in class.

You watch a very popular Malay dubbed Japanese drama on RTM1 about schoolgirls who possess powerful skills in volleyball called Meoro Attack.

You find your friends with pagers and handphones cool in Secondary school.

SBS buses used to be non-airconditioned.
The bus seats are made of wood and the cushion is red.
The big red bell gives a loud "BEEP!" when pressed...

Bus fares barely reached 50 cents.

There are colourful tickets for TIBS buses.
The conductor will check for tickets by using a machine which punches a hole in the ticket.

Envelopes were given to us to donate to Sharity Elephant every Children's Day.

You've probably read Young Generation magazine.
You know who's Vinny the little vampire and Acai the constable.

You were there when they first introduced MRT here.
You went for the first ride with your parents and you would kneel on the seat to catch the scenery.

Movie tickets used to cost only $3.50.
(if we did watch movies then.)

Gals are fascinated by Strawberry Short Cake and Barbie Dolls.

You learn to laugh like The Count in Sesame Street .

You longed to buy tibits called Kaka (20 cents per pack),
and Ding Dang / Tora (50 cents per box),
that had a toy in it and it changes every week.

Not forgetting the 15 cents animal crackers and the ring pop, where the lollipop is the diamond on the ring.

You watched TV2 (also known as Channel 10) cartoons because Channel 5 never had enough cartoons for you.

Hardy Boys,Nancy Drew,The Three Investigators,Famous Five and Secret Seven are
probably the thickest story books you ever thought you have
read. Even Sweet Valley High, Malory Towers. And R.S.Stine and Goosebump series were probably the scariest story you ever read.

KFC used to be a high class restaurant that served food in plates and lets you use metal forks and knives.

The most vulgar thing you said was asshole and idiot and THE MOST EXTREME WAS 'super
white'... you just couldn't bring yourself to say the Hokkien relative.

Catching was the IN thing and twist as the magic word.

Your English workbooks was made of some damn poor quality paper that was smooth and
yellow.

There was once the craze over Tamiya cars and toy dispensers where you had to slot in a coin and twist the knob, while your other hand anticipated the toy to appear. 20 cents for colourful rubber balls and 50 cents / 1 dollar for toys in plastic egg shells.

The only computer lessons in school involved funny pixellised characters in 16 colours walking about trying to teach you maths.

Waterbottles were slinged around your neck and a must everywhere you go.

Boys loved to play soccer with small plastic balls in the basketball court.

Teng-teng, five stones, chapteh,hentam bola and zero point were all the rage with the girls and boys too...

Science was fun with the balsam and the angsana being the most important plants of our lives, guppies and swordtail being the most important fish.

Who can forget Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and John, eternalized in our minds from the textbooks. Even Mr Wally & Mr. Yakki. What abt Miss Lala??? And Zaki and Tini in Malay Textbooks?

We carry out experiments of our own to get yourself badges for being a Young
Zoologist/Botanist etc.

Every Children's day and National day you either get pins or pens with 'Happy Children's Day 1993' or dumb files with 'Happy National Day 1994'.

In Primary six you had to play buddy for the younger kids like big sister and brother.

We wear BM2000, BATA, or Pallas shoes.

Your form teacher taught you Maths,Science and English.

The worksheets were made of brown rough paper of poor quality.

You went to school in slippers and a raincoat when it rained, and you find a dry spot in the school to sit down, dry your feet, and wear your dry and warm socks and shoes.

School dismissal time was normally around 1 pm.

There would be spelling tests and mental sums to do almost everyday.

Your friends considered you lucky and rich if your parents gave you $3 or more for pocket money everyday.

You see Wee Kim Wee's face in the school hall.

You freak out when the teacher tells you to line up according to height and hold hands with the corresponding boy or girl.

Boys like to catch fighting spiders.
Collecting and battling erasers was a pastime for boys.

Autograph books were loaded with "Best Wishes","Forget Me Not", and small poems like
"Birds fly high, hard to catch.
Friend like you, hard to forget".

Class monitors and prefects loved to say "You talk somemore, I write your name ah!"

There were at least 40 people in one class.

Large, colourful schoolbags were carried.

You brought every single book to school, even though there was one thing called the
timetable.

Spread this heart warming message around, you don't get something like this very often. =)

Sunday, October 14, 2007

'I wish.
People were interested to write dramas or comedies or mockumentaries or just stories everyone else wasn't thinking of. Go through the painstaking task of putting it on video for everyone else to appreciate.

I wish.
People were interested to write epic songs that carry the flames that burn behind their eyes. Songs that would hopefully fill idle minds.

I wish.
People were interested in spreading doodles across town, paint it red or something.

I wish I had people to do these things with.

I wish.
Everyone didn't try to be busy every other minute and make time to be together.

I wish everyone should just open up.

I wish.
Someone was interested to kick my into action when I forget what I intend to do.

I really wish someone cared to do that.

This is my plea.'

shaggy

haha. you wish dude you wish.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

It's 7am in de farkin morning and here I am online trying to figure out my scriptwriting and hoping I can finish it in time for submission. Which is 9am tomorrow morning.

Am I doomed or am I doomed?

I was beginning to wonder why I wanted to join this course at all. Then I realise.

I love film and animations. Love to watch their screenplay and their cuts and shots and camera angles and all that stuff.

I knew it from the beginning, since I entered this school. But times have been rough and I keep forgetting why I loved this course.
Peng made me remember why. Hahaks. thanks lots peng.

I lurrrve animation cos' I love to draw. And I love films cos' they're always so artististic. =P I luv ma english too. wakaka.

Here's this little film fom a good friend of mine. Quite okay.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Haha. hahahahahaha.

I found an old OLD photo of myself and my cousins over at my aunt's place.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Hullo. And I still loves Hafiz verr verr much.

(:

And also, my back is in horrendous pain. Doc says its because of my spine that is causing me to get all these sicknesses. Like my shingles and coughing and the flu i get every morning.

I need to get healthy again. More milk, and more exercise. Anybody want to join me?

Argh who would bother to listen to me. I'm just a nobody after all. Like when you talk and you think the person is listening but there is no response or reply whatsoever. How do you think you would feel?

I'd actually be surprised if people reply to the question above.

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Hullo. Lots of stuff happened lately.

Like scriptwriting. I have to write a teaser and a trailer for Heroes. I am still stuck on what to do. Fuck.

Grandpa passed away on Saturday. Very sad occasion. Uhuh.

Somewhere right after Gramp's passing I don't know how i managed to get some severe back pains. Like as if something was hitting me real hard non stop on my back. The pain was tremendous. Almost blacked out for a few minutes during the funeral, but I managed to hold onto consiousness for a bit longer. Fainted after everything was over and after attempting to chat with Fizz that afternoon.

I did not get to kiss my grandpa goodbye.

I'll miss looking after him. Every once a year for three months grandpa and grandma and busu would stay over here and my family members would take turns looking after them. After Grandma died gramps was never the same. Always very listless. And now he's passed away and life prolly would be very different. There's only busu left; and she'll be living in our house permanently. My other relatives don't want to take care of busu so my dad volunteered to instead.

I know I always complain about looking after my gramps, but seriously; I do enjoy his company sometimes. There's many things I regret actually.

Not kissing my grandpa goodbye is one. I couldn't even bend down properly then and the pain had caused me to cry harder. No tears were allowed on the body during the funeral, tts wad mom told me. So I had to be exempted from kissing him goodbye. I prayed hard for him, though. To make up for that.

I regret ever complaining about looking after grandpa. He may be difficult to look after but he is still my gramps and I love him. Shouldn't have complained so much.

Also I should have saved all those pictures I took of him smiling at the camera during the time I took Digital Photography. All the good pictures of him and his toothy smile (=B) were deleted because I wanted to try get better pictures of him in the future. I kept procastinating and so everythin ended up like this.

So many things, regretted.

Here's one picture I managed to salvage. Gramps wasn't smiling, though. Sigh.

Oh fuck I'm crying again. Back hurts so much. Next day after the funeral mom sent me to A&E at CGH. The pain was that bad. Did I mention that I almost fainted during sahur time after my mom touched my back? No? Ah well.

I love blogger. It feels like I'm actually talking to someone that actually listens. But nobody ever does bother to listen to me or my rants. Why would they? When they have their own problems to think about?

I'm just a nobody, a face hidden in a crowd. Nobody.

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

From nehneh:

'People always say forgive and forget or rather forgive but never forget.
However, if you "forgive" and talk to that particular person, and sometime later, that person did something again and "triggered" your memory of the past incident, that's because you have not forgiven the person at all in the first place.'

Did that all make sense?

What do you think? Is this true?

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Got my results.

Professional Communication for Design A
Design Trends & Issues 1 B
Animation Fundamentals A
Video Fundamentals C+
Audio 1 B+
Storyboarding & Project Pitching Distinction
Creative Writing C+

GPA: 3.38

DAMN. gotta do better!!!

Thursday, October 04, 2007

AAA!!!

http://www.comcast.net/news/strange/index.jsp?cat=STRANGE&fn=/2007/10/02/777670.html

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Care for those who care; Be there for those who were there.

That's wonderful words from Fionehneh. I realise that there are many many people out there who actually care for me. Fizz Shab Sha Raf Luke Yus all sorts of people. Even Nina when she sensed if I was down she'd just call me and ask what's wrong even though she haven't contacted me in the last few months. I love you all. I'm gonna try my best to be there for you guys when ya need me aite. Though I sense things might get a little tough; I can try ta manage. I don't really feel like talking more about all this mushy stuff so let's just leave it at that meh.

Im missing Da Pham now. I mean the original Da Pham, when everybody was in the same class and when we all suffered through school together and slept in the studios waiting for class to start and all those stuff we did back in Year 1 Sem 1. When everybody don't care who anybody else is and no rank or looking up to and we are all equal. Fun times fun times.

And Nina and Shabrina. My two bestest best friends in the whole universe. I'm sorry that I have not contacted you guys these past two years because of school. I miss you two to bits and I know you guys miss me and each other to bits as well. XD

Thank goodness we managed to meet up today to catch up on times. The neoprint booth. Brings back many many memories, no? We got to take more pictures again just now~ *dances*

Fireworks!

I loike this one. Simple and cute. Plus its got a date!

Nina pushed me and Shab!! ARGH!

hahah. no comment.

Yea I am crawling out of the TV in the picture on the right. I knew I'm a Sadako. I knew it. And the picture on the left... o.O 3 girls on a bed?!? Don't ask.

My two bestest best friends in the world. Nina Karmiza, and Nur Shabrina. =D

And speaking of best friends...

From the left: Hafiz, Rino, Daryll, Haris and Jun Jia. The original SpiderPunks. Funky group of people, you gotta love em. Don't bother asking why five boys decided to walk into a neoprint booth and to take random pictures. Ask them yourself. Hahah.

I love these dudes.

And I'm meeting Nin n Shab more often nowadays and school is getting harder and my scriptwriting lecturer is being difficult to understand and more difficult assignments to be done. I'm happy in my life and I forsee more interesting things coming my way. Hope they're good things. I like good things.

=D

I feel so... normal now. No more biting, glomping, scaring people or anything extraordinary. It feels so different. I even went to school in a skirt today.

...

wtf?!

I'M NORMAL?!?!

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

It's 7am in de farkin morning and here I am wanting to do my scriptwriting and looking through various films done by my frens.

BLEH.

Monday, October 01, 2007

I really wonder how he'll look like...

There's his usual long hair...

With that face and short hair he'll prolly look like this:

?!?!?!?!???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Oh and Happy children's day all you little twerps out there.

Monday, October 01, 2007

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Wednesday

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Tuesday

PARTAY BABAY.

ITS HALLOWEEN AND WE ARE ALL DRESSED FOR FUN!!

At least, for this barbeque that is.

We dressed to kill. hahhaa. Look at Shahul and his pimp afro pink frether boa head.

The beeeeautiful ladies.

The winner: Rinoa!

Look at those sexy shaven legs. Dudes went crazy over this. And even the gay sotong Daniel tried to woo him. I mean her. Even fizzie humped him! AAAAAAAA--

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Monday

Monday, October 29, 2007

Sunday

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Saturday

http://lostcontemplations.com/Auax/Caramel/Caramel.html

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Sunday

What A Wonderful World

I see ruined cities, limbless children too,
Where are their parents? No one has a clue.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

I see men in green, fighting the fight,
Buildings enflamed, light up the night.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

I hear babies crying, from freshly bombed homes,
They’ll feel more pain than I’ve ever known.
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world,
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

To those of you born in the 1970s or 1980s, take a trip down memory lane...

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Haha. hahahahahaha.

I found an old OLD photo of myself and my cousins over at my aunt's place.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Saturday

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Tuesday

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Saturday

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Thursday

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Wednesday

AAA!!!

http://www.comcast.net/news/strange/index.jsp?cat=STRANGE&fn=/2007/10/02/777670.html

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Tuesday

Fireworks!

I loike this one. Simple and cute. Plus its got a date!

Nina pushed me and Shab!! ARGH!

hahah. no comment.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Monday

It's 7am in de farkin morning and here I am wanting to do my scriptwriting and looking through various films done by my frens.

BLEH.

Monday, October 01, 2007

I really wonder how he'll look like...

There's his usual long hair...

With that face and short hair he'll prolly look like this:

?!?!?!?!???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Oh and Happy children's day all you little twerps out there.

Monday, October 01, 2007