the Corvinus strain

the origins of the Vampire and Lycan races start approximately 1500 years and that lead to the discovery of the Corvinus strain. the Corvinus strain is a type of virus carried by Vampires and Lycans (werewolves, if you idiots dont know). when inherited in its active form, the Corvinus strain gives its host immortality and superhuman strength, while, additionally, possessing the capability for another stage of mutation when subjected to gene-fusion. however, when inherited in its dormant form, it gives no interaction with the host, whatsoever; thus, giving no indication of its presence from third-party perspective. Still, there remains the capability for the dormant strain to undergo another stage of mutation, but this could only be accomplished if the strain is drawn to its active form by an independent source. one such source is the Corvinus strain in post-mutation form, that is to say, either the Vampire or Lycan Strain because of their dominance. a fusion with either post-mutation strains would produce extremely potent results, as the dormant Corvinus strain would be in its consanguineous form. alternatively, a fusion with both post-mutation strains would produce even greater results, which would be regarded as a Hybrid.

that's when the fun really starts.

here is the law (which apparently, Shtara has broken):

• Vampires are to conceal themselves from humans at all costs
• Vampires are not allowed to drink human blood
• Vampires are not allowed to fraternize with lycans in any way
• Vampires are not allowed to delve into the past

breaking any of this will result in a hearing with the Elders. Shtara didnt attend and became an exile. eternity was her punishment. or so it seems to the elders.
as she might put it, "Po0i ah!"
she was in favour because of another exile.

bitten by Lucian, he carried the Corvinus strain. he was thus, exiled. for being impure and tyrannical. Hellforge was a celt. his reign ended. his love began. he was a lycan with the strength of a celt.

lycans are ruthless killers and for those who mastered Lycanthropy, they are unstoppable. Hellforge has mastered everything. at the same time, Shtara was in full power.
it has been known that lycans and vampires are mortal enemies. i am tired and i shant elaborate on that.

on full moon, a day after a fortnight of an April night, her indigo eyes met his silver-immuned claws...

love shall be.

why do i miss you so much?

so there i was; sitting on the stupid armchair in McCafe, staring at the desolate (i would like to think so) earth outside the window whilst chanting "digital sound... digital sound... digital sound..." over and over again in my head. then i was wondering why i was chating something so random. "its fate", i thought. yeah it is. everything that's happening to anything is to be and not undone. all your actions are expected to happen. the hand you'll use to pick up your cup of hot choc, the number of muscles you'll use to turn your fucking head. we cant stop anything.

"you have the power to control your life.."

since when? right now i may sound as if im rebelling against the nature of my religion (but then, i was fated to write this post arent i?) but i am merely ranting. i shall stop now because i do not want to sound like a subtle apostate.

now, the next agenda of my "fate list", is to complain about my fingers. it is hurting.

NEXT!!

my other finger is hurting.

NEXT!!

stfu.

oh well.
brought my mum to town. walked around. she amuses me sometimes.

random (or fated, who knows?):
i wonder what i'l do if there are no laws in this world.
there will be alot of buildings i would want to burn.
there will be alot of souls i would like to tear.

i am qamarul asyraf, fated to love, fated to hate.

KYUNG BOCK 2009

And all of this controversy circles me
and it seems like the media immediately
points a finger at me
So I point one back at 'em, but not the index or pinkie
or the ring or the thumb, it's the one you put up
when you don't give a fuck, when you won't just put up
with the bullshit they pull, cause they full of shit too
-Eminem

econs paper was crap. instead of 6 essays, i did 4, which were incomplete.
i just wanna absent myself for the rest of the papers.
2009 KYUNG BOCK BABY.
if i even promote at all.
maybe i should start praying.

yes! cant wait for tomorrow, boyf.
XOXO.
A.

because our arms show tracks,

I cant describe the vibe i get
when i drive by six people and five i hit.
snort two lines that were filled with chalk
thought i was incredible and killed the hulk.

shiiann.

cliched and the like

ive held conversations in the dark, where whispers bumped against your ear and hung heart-heavy in the hollow of your throat. here, a beat away from sleep, i spoke honesty while you murmured dream-speak, captured under covers that proved weak against my fingers. i searched your skin for blemishes--those mistakes that would make you moan and curl, closer, toward my chest--and we tangled confessions between our bodies to the din of a world gone cold. eyes closed and lips damp, i caught your breath in tongue-tips and warmed the empty places, soul-slipped sinew, where our collision shouted ceiling silhouettes and shadows molded our fears into fantasies of never-alone and always-forever. our sunrises came in afterglow, my arms your army at three AM, when shoulders shuddered the last of pressure-point promises and the night grew heavy in your scent. there, finding faith in goodbye-lashes, i kissed wrinkled sheets and waited for your return: my life's love swept away in another day-to-day.

but sincere.
qa.

my vicious mind

my imagination is sharper and mightier than a flamberge. grrr.

now i shall post what you said in the eye of the storm.

qam says:
only u can make me do that
ANNA. says:
rly?
ANNA. says:
now you not angry?
qam says:
yes
ANNA. says:
lol la.
ANNA. says:
cn i say sth irrelevant
ANNA. says:
I WANT PINK FLIP WHEELS SO BAD

its comforting to know this somehow.
love to the power of power.

show's over, go home everyone.


QA.

some random JP from smun emailed me.
he is definitely not from the UNSC.
my boyfriend's jealous.
how to reiterate the fact i dont care if he's french or korean?

i cant, but it's okay.

msn conversation:

qam says:
he asked ard and all for ur email right?
qam says:
and in the end he did get ur email from some motherfucker right?
qam says:
then he emailed u all that shit
qam says:
wtf for?
qam says:
he can send a love letter using an owl
qam says:
which i shall roast and eat

JP didnt send me a love letter by the way.

it's all in the head of an exiled artist- the one i dearly love.


yes the boy with that irritating face.

xoxo
shii ann

blue pills golden seals got bizarre acting ill

got an email from my korean friend and i just replied him and my German buddy.
happy only la she, germany in the finals.
i fuckin love germanyyyyyyyyyyyy.
hope they'll fuckin kick the shit out of spain.
i am not sorry, dear fans of spain, for saying that.
i dont like to moderate my words.
i think my boyfriend wants spain to win.
POOOIIIII AHHHHH.
anyway, becks is arriving in threeweekstime.
i'm kind of excited, as in right now. now, as i'm typing this.
wont be excited later. or tomorrow.
i just get excited when i email her.
because i dont know why.
i am someone who gets excited easily for no apparent reason.
three seconds later, i'll get annoyed and bored.
i hope this wont happen when Becci aka Becks aka my german buddy is around.
one month is not a short time you know.

this is what my korean friend aka y.d. said in his email:

hello Anna
well we are in midterm season and it drives me crazy lol
when this is over, I will hang around a lot!
so how hav ya been?

nothing on the s.korea protests nor the north korea trip.
study. study somemore. want to go stanford so much right.

let me reiterate how lucky i am to have my boyfriend.
my boyfriend is a freak.
like an everything-freak.
his wrath is unfathomable.
even with y.d.'s simple email above, he'll get angry.
oh yes, a sign of love.
he hasn't read it yet because i am blogging and i haven't told him yet.
and excuse me if i'm a little perverse but his jealousy turns me on.
well, most of the time.
except when he punched the fuckin' wall in the toilet when he asked to be excused from pure mathematics last year.
the thing is,
i have the exact same freaky attitude as my boyfriend.
and he tolerates that.
even though i dont quite tolerate his selfish behaviour or jealousy.
i will get pissy as well.
also, my boyfriend stopped smoking before we got together.
he admitted it was done in line to impress me.
i gave him his first stick in 12 ++ months once during cheer prac because:
1. he needed it to clear his mind for all the pressure that you lucky people our age wont experience (including me, thankgod.) unless someone you supposedly know is being an a-hole.

[pause] you ask me, why would i willingly let him inhale toxic smoke to clear his head?
surely there are alternative ways?

yes, there are alternative ways, like pick a fight and kill someone but since i am perverse and a little psychotic,
i handed him his first stick because i wanted to see him smoke. like badly. curiousity will kill me you know. not the fucking cat.
i've never seen him smoke before.
you can tell alot by watching someone smoke.
so his first stick. and that's it.
no more till sarah comes.
whenever she's around, it's our duty to smoke because she doesnt like to smoke alone.
heh heh.
anyway, enough of this digression, this is besides the point.

for all you anal people out there reading this,
i warn you now, that the rest of this post is going to be about my boyfriend.
if you are bored enough, read on. if not, just tag and wish us well. we love you too. not. (:

a few examples would suffice. after this, everyone will know why i will never leave my boyfriend.
not only because i love him, it's also because nobody will ever ever entertain my antics the way he does.

firstly, i love playing pranks on my boyfriend.
i like to make him angry by putting ideas in his head.
then he freaks.
fun for me, not for him.

when my shoelaces are undone,
he will immediately kneel down to tie them up for me.

he willingly learnt how to paint my nails, so that i wont have to go to a salon for a manicure.
more convenient that way.

if you guys think this is nothing, SCREW YOU / I DONT CARE WHAT YOU THINK.
little things like these mean a great fuckin' deal to me not because my exboyfriend was one motherfucker of an asshole, which he was anyway, but because qamarul asyraf is sincere and willing. i dont even have to open my mouth to ask.

i am the asshole in this relationship. i admit.
but he loves me for it.
THAT, people, is the 8th world wonder.

hahha, my favourite: i will force him to say that i'm fat.
if he doesn't say, i will rain him with threats.
i'll take out brandon (my ipod) and listen to brandon growl, with the intention to ignore him.
(occassionally, brandon does opera. there's a few times when brandon tried to be lil wayne?!)
he will apologise and say that if he calls me fat, he doesnt mean it at all. he is doing it because i am forcing him to.
then i'll say that he cant call me fat without being sincere.
basically, he's trapped.
he is going to die either way, which what i've intended for in the first place.
so he calls me fat to please me (because it shows the power i have over him.)
i will get extremely furious that he actually went far enough to call me fat. (because i told him that he must know what to do and what not to do.)
i cut him off at his knees and he still howls his apologies.
as the extremely volatile vampire that i am, i'll remain pissy, even though i started it.

yes. i am extremely violent and all my friends flinch when they see what i do to him.
to me, kicking, punching, scratching or hitting him is a sign of affection.
i dont know why cissy/ nad / shaun get that. heh heh. softies.
all my friends have extended their sympathy to him.
(and people i dont know have done so as well.)
when there wasnt a fucking pit to mosh in at that awful gig,
i started moshing with my boyfriend.
yes i got punched.
but nevermind la.
i managed to kick him and hit him a few times before people separated us.
i loved every moment of it.

all these and more.

i think i'm sub-conciously analysing my behaviour towards my boyfriend in this post.
also, i am trying to see what i'm really like.
anyway, either way i dont care.
if my boyfriend loves me like this,
i can continue being like this :D
who the fuck cares what other people think of me?
UP YOURS !!
FUCK OTHER PEOPLE !!
(actually, i think i am nice. HAHHA. i'm serious. not. maybe.)

he bit my lip
and drank my war
from years before.

XOXO
ANNA THE SCORPIO

what have i done?

fuckin guitar rift keeps whining in my head

i feel exactly like iron maiden's mother russia
the gypsies, the commies, the poor peasants
they whirl and stamp about in my head
all i want to do is to take another cold shower now and rid my head of all of this

all of what?

well, if i knew exactly what it is that is confusing me and causing me this psychosis
then i would have mentioned it.
i would like to send you a pack of anthrax

the plague has not quite settled
and it has fogged my mind
please pass me the oxygen mask

we're composing our funeral songs, note by note.

falling down a cold staircase,
congratulations.

because sometimes,
i am someone else looking at myself in the purest form

how to i expel all of this
how do i

my name is not anna not shii ann not sh'tara not diane
i am sita, the damned.

inauguration of scorpio

suicide is the easy way out.
no its not, the front door is.
suicide is the answer to end your pain.
who's asking?

i met gf today.
i met gf today.
i met gf today.
i met gf today.

i love gf everyday.
i love gf everyday.
i love gf everyday.
i love gf everyday.

qa.

it irks me to see able-bodied humans who refuse to help a poor man with badly swollen ankles. he walks with the aid of a walking stick (which doesnt even help him much) somemore! or students who think that studying their fuckin' bio is more important than helping the blind woman up the bus. people actually squeeze past them so that they can get on the bus, you know. fuck man. i mean like, it's the morning of your fuckin' bio test dude! do you think you can score full marks if you didnt help her? NO (!) but if you did help her, you wouldnt have scored full marks either but you would have earned some good karma points for yourself you dingdong. nevermind, i like good karma points. if i collect enough, maybe i can get admission into Yale. or Stanford baby!

[edit]
ah, i just remembered! i had this acquaintance, who is a fucking gangster (he ruled my estate) with tattoos and piercings. (my past life.) he helped a blind woman cross the road and an ahpek who couldnt walk properly get into a taxi okay. he has more compassion then that bio-lovin' hwa chong institution bastard. who would have thought!

Mr. Tan Tiong Liew (i think so.)
bus captain of SBS8112j 320pm 238 bus service on the 27th of june 2008,
I SALUTE YOU for being compassionate :D
(anyway, it's your duty. youre driving the new SBS which is handicapped friendly, if you didnt do what you did, i would have called SBS immediately to complain and you would have been fired on the spot.)
i am going to write you positive feedback on the website when i am free. (and if i can find it.)
like maybe later. :D

one month since korea.
i miss it.
everyone said that i want to act korean only.
my ipod language is in korean you know.
it irritates the shit out of my boyfriend but then his love overwhelms it all.
that's why aiishiiteiruyo! (which is iloveyou in japanese according to khalid.)

i see jwen hasnt lost his touch.
i am waiting for rusydi to fight back but where is he!
PASIR RIS PARK FOR THE MIGHTY KITES.

ME RUSYDI BOYFRIEND

he likes to come in between us.

love,
my boyfriend's girlfriend.

maths PWND me?

how the hell is sketching f:x -> 2x-3 , x > 0 and g:x -> x(x) +2x +1, 0< x <5 going to help me pay $3.80 to the nyonya for my kangkong, kai lan and celery?

so, these were my thoughts during the 3hour maths paper that i sat for just now.

the reason why we students, who are currently pursuing the a-level certificate, have to take PW and our various contrasting subjects is because the Government doesn't want us to get into the local Universities. They still want some Singaporeans to stand behind sales counters to sell you your J'adore because they dont want Indonesians and Filipinos to do it. there are too many expats and other foreigners in Singapore already. If they dont have any Singaporeans left for the unimportant here and there, then Singapore will not be for Singaporeans. therefore they've got to heat up the competition, kick up the fuckin' tempo and it's still not enough.

they say that the grass is greener on the other side. i used to think that too, telling my friends about my flimsy plan B is my idea of "the grass is greener on the other side". but what goes unnoticed by other people including myself (till the maths paper) is that, soooo many people think the same way *ahem ahem home-school and SATs.
they fight for "greener" grass which has just turned yellow when all these hoes stamped and trampled on them.

so i came to a conclusion in the middle of fuckin' puzzling pure mathematics;
I AM STUCK HERE.

so three hours and with nothing to do, i tried to work some magic with my infamous logic.
Granted, mastering probability, distribution and random sampling might help you earn a few million, like the movie 21, which is based on a true story.
[it's about how students used mathematical formulae to earn tens of millions in Vegas.]

the nonsense begins here...

Point of Parliamentary Inquiry Ma'am.
Which school did those students come from?

oh, they're from M.I--- (interrupted by the nosey fucker.)

!!! M.I ?? As in Millennia Institute of Singapore? :DDD

NO YOU IGNORANT PRICK.
M.I.T OF THE HYPOCRITICAL U.S. OF A!
MASSACHUSETTS INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY!

my point is:
maths is irrelevant to my life
if i wasn't forcibly buckled to the seat of this fucking trishaw on the path to NUS.
people who really want to go there take a jetplane.
i'm taking a trishaw. that is right. because i am a nyonya.
in every aspect.
for example, i went to catch a free movie (Wanted. it's damn good okaaayyy. go watch people!) with amira and shaun just now,
instead of going home to read international history.

a nonsensical theory:

the same chinkxz who used to type like TiiShxx four years ago are the same HxC chinks who had to put an X in the middle of H and C to spell hardcore.
cant get enough of X can you!

another one; on why Chinese people are better in Maths than others:

the researchers got it wrong. algebra wasn't invented by the Arabs.
it was invented by the chinks.
too many Xs and Zs!
only they can understand.

there were 42 different Xs for me to solve in the 100-marks-worth mathematics paper.
i didn't solve a single one! give anna one clap people. &no, she doesnt deserve another.
slap maybe uh. wake her up. she still thinks she's in primary &secondary school, where As and Bs would just fall on her lap effortlessly and lead her up the ladder of success without any work.

the frustrations of someone who refuses to cooperate and study.
i should have studied.
too late now.

virally yours,
anna.

boyfriend
it's amazing how our tempers mirror each other
yet you embrace my shrapnel
while i direct yours back at you.
i pick on what you do only because i see a better way for it to have been done
and i am not afraid to say it
i hope you feel better
they are just humans
and we are trespassers
we dont belong in this world.
but you,
you are
the exiled one &i have come from my vampiric stratosphere
to keep you company.

HATE IS NOT A BAD THING PEOPLE :D
i like it when my boyfriend hates.

i fucked my day up.

bitter

there was a reason i was good at rugby. i was an angry child and society (by this i mean every single aspect of everythingness) has restricted me to express myself. this lack of expression has led to suppression. all that anger.. during rugby, i could hurt without getting punished. i could hate without being noticed. i could kill without mercy.

that was taken away from me and i became angry once more (if not more than ever). i hate everything, everyone. i hate seeing how happy people are. maybe justin's right, give humans a break. but what is right is not always how things go. not in my world. secondary school days were lonely and this feeling was amplified by the company that i had.

why am i bitter?


my name is qamarul asyraf and im a self-destructive rebel.

shadow, i command you to live.
take my flaws.

i do not want to be a fucking adult. cb!
adults are fucked up. they are alot more fucking childish than us kids.
WTF. do you have the heart to give hell (or part thereof) to a
9yr old kid for not signing his consent form? i am fucking dreading this
transition from adolescence to adulthood. i will not be fucked up.
then again, who am i to control transition?

take my flaws, make cookies out of them.

and now i feel a sudden ache.
miss my nyonya.

feed the need

yes, we are using similar bags.
typical jiwa.
muahahahahahahahaha.

i shall get that Baker next time.

another 2 days till we meet. awh shit..........
actually, i shant share my day with the world.

meditation = +1000 lust
yeahyeh, lovelove.

QA.

MY BOYFRIEND
BOUGHT ME (and himself)
A QUIKSILVER CLASSIC!


I DONT CARE IF IT'S HIDEOUS TO YOU
CUS IT'S PRETTY TO ME
& ONLY I MATTER.

i am so cheery for someone who is about to get slaughtered tomorrow
AND the following days to come!

XOXO
A.

my boyfriend is so funfunfunfunfunfunny. :D
and adam sevani is the most awesome dancer EVER.

HEARTSYCORSEY DDY

MY DAD IS SO FUNNY :D
except when i ask him for stuff. heehee.
i want a sidekick please please please please please.
even if you have to get the juicy couture one.
*hint *hint.
or if you find it troublesome to find someone to hack the sidekick,
KRZR please! :D
FORGET IT.
MY DAD DOESNT READ MY BLOG.
maybe i shall send him a special invite.
heh heh.

tomorrow im going to skateskatehate (maybe) with my boyfriend.
but we're hanging out fo' sho!
YESSSS!!!
no paper tomorrow!

LIT KILLED ME TODAY.
i was so sad i almost slit my wrists. heehee!
but i didnt cus my satans decided to munch at gelare!

i am so jumpy because my dad is sooo hilarious!
i'm going to explode into giggles again.

cant wait for tomorrow! :D

virally yours,
ninjamaiden nyonya!

with me

thank you love.

q. asyraf

he exhales vanilla lace.

ANNA

pulverizer

the holidays are over and its back to the same routine.
the same fat indian security guard that guards CCKPS.
the same shouting and yelling at 5.30am.
the same clean-up-the-house routine.
the same never ending pain of missing thee.

bunuh, bunuh, mati.

QAb ..

no one like you

there goes a soul.

ahh wait, another one.

and another..

and.. oh my, more coming..

how fragile life is.

i am upset cross angry
furious incensed inflamed
livid outraged
at the very fact that
the mango cake meant for me
was accidentally given away to my cousin's worthless fiance,
who had to ask him for a Gucci because she couldnt afford her own?!
you don't ask someone for a Gucci just because youre getting engaged to him!
what do you think this is?
material-making scheme is it!
where is the logic?
i'm the worst economics student ever to have walked on this earth but i have more sense than that!
on top of that she received a Tiffany ring, a bracelet and a watch and most importantly, MY MANGO CAKE!
FUCKYOU!!!
not to compare but she gave my cousin LV shoes worth SGD$770. only.
but according to my mum, cus i didnt go, they attached all the receipts together and passed them to my side of the family to prove the authenticity of their purchases!
RAWR.
and they gave a cake with my cousin's name wrongly spelt!
HOW HARD IS IT TO SPELL MOHAMMAD IRWAN!
my poor handsome cousin.
retiree of the Singapore Silat team; son of Ramlan.
a good catch.
i hope the mango cake poisons you cus it's rightfully mine!
it was mine!!!!
(this all started when she didnt pay proper respect at my grandfather's funeral.)

ANNA.

ps. click on the brown Gucci word to see the bag & wait for it to load.

tasted thrice and blood bound

you know how sometimes you get fucking fucked up angry at something so trivial. people may call that PMS, i call it URGH. yes, URGH. knnccb.

recently i had an outing with gf's group (FAFE).
smoke sial. funny sial. gerek sial.
ok la sial, stop it with the sial la sial.
-_-

oh yes, after that, this scorpion of a girl decided to rebel against the world (ok, exaggerating) and pierce her tongue. of course we know that piercers dont work during weekdays, pfft!
*rolls eyes 3times.
so she'll receive a call when that bastard is free (from sushi or whatevs).

so day after that, which was yesterday, was a friendly soccer match with filth and muck. they were disgusting humans. maybe i hate too much yes. who cares.. you guys dont need to know the score. my ninjamaiden came and brought for me towels and water and all that jazz/metal/rock/rap.
loving that girl.


the kiss of a Vampire is ecstatic. there are humans who eagerly await their turn to donate blood to the cause..

the other drawback was that after the third taste of a vampire’s blood the person became bound to the vampire, a deeply devoted servant. well, usually devoted. it was sometimes compared to falling in love. in fact, this is as pure as love gets. if things were fine, then great. but beware to those who cant stomach their chemicals, love gone bad is nasty, and being bound to someone you hate is not a fun way to pass the centuries.
becareful of these bloodsuckers.

so girl, you bite, i splash.

do you want to go down
to the very depths below
do you want to go down
to the drowning of your soul
can you taste the decay
as it rises from the ground
don't make a sound
this is a deathless place.

QA.
in love.

SWING TIME

i wanna swingdance wanna swingdance wanna swingdance.

quote of the day;
Intellectuals solve problems, geniuses prevent them. -Einstein


everyone's favourite riotous couple.

i know that it's you
you luckylucky youresolucky!
ANNAXOXO

boyfriendlove warming up.


abu giving a team talk.


start of the match.


play on.

i miss my boyfriend.
too bad he's not in mi anymore.

to begin : MY BOYFRIEND IS SUCH A LOUSY PHTGRPHR, YOU'LL SEE.

ABRAHAMMIE/ SARAHCEE/ FABZ ;


SARAHCEE BEING A MOMMY


YOU KNOW WHY HER EXPRESSION'S AS SUCH?
MY BOYFRIEND TOLD A FRIGGING LAME JOKE
THAT WASNT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING FUNNY.


ABES AND FABZ; smoking bridge, smoking

now you know why?

couldnt get my tongue piercing done today :(
i was damn enthu already.
on until cannot off.
the "piercer" wasnt around because he went to eat sushi. (this may or may not be true)
so after i gave the guy who served me my signature what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-you-i-am-going-to-slap-you-because-i-cannot-get-what-i-want glare, the guy with dreadlocks proceeded to placate me by asking me to leave my contact number with him so that the "piercer" who went to eat sushi can personally call me and make an appointment, so that this royal ninjamaiden can have her tongue pierced.
to compensate, i bought a pair of skateskatehate shoes (:
i'm going to action them on monday.
shoes more important than malay block test.
i also have another ear piercing. now i have 7!
my left ear has to be completed by august.
sarah la, she has ten! notfairnotfarnotfair.

MYEs. too late to do shit.
adieu.

love some bits of fafe manymany.
anapuday boy the most.
A.

pretend that this is fiction.

this is why i loved school last year


the boys would wait for us to change but we girls would take our own sweet time.
in fact, it only takes us 20 seconds to change but we come out from the handicapped toilet only after ten minutes because we were doing shit like this;


knowing they were going to be retained and kicked out,
they had nothing to lose;
boyfriend & joe yeo jian wen


all the funny dong-cheng shit that they do.
look at their fucking pants please?
it was in the canteen &we fucking didnt care about shit.


centrestage shit.
4/8 of the Satans; the best PE group ever in existence last year.
most of the time, there were 7 people, including nad, cissy and i.
shaik skipped like 3/4 of school and got kicked out too. (:
we were mdm sin's favourite group.
won everything and got away with everything.
made people cry with frustration because we were oh so cocky.
oh well.
my favourite part of school, besides breaks.


cissylove & i


today: i'm going to meet sarah, her wid(e)yes and maybe some ice-cream. can't wait (:


the seat was supposed to be for my boyfriend had he been promoted to year 2.
instead, the laptop sat there. =(


but he still remains mine.



xoxo,
anna

brainwashed from rock and rap.

[this entry has been edited because i left out a few details]

if anyone doesnt know who i am, let me introduce myself.
my beloved parents named me diyanah,
however, i prefer people calling me anna because people dont pronounce my name with proper care because they dont know how to &therefore, i deem them unworthy to call me diyanah.
(yes, i am that arrogant.)
a fact: i like to hate irrationally.

RIGHT NOW: i'm seventeen, a year two student in millennia institute.
ever since i had my second ear piercing when i was 13 (strictly, i wasn't officially 13, i was 12), i always felt like doing what others don't want me to.
since then, i've had multiple piercings,
considered insane ones like corset piercing and industrial,
(still willing but unable because of school.)
dyed my hair copper more than a few times (during the school term in secondary school).
the most recent act of rebellion last year,
i streaked my hair flaming red in the middle of the school term on impulse.
in addition, i did not return home for the first time when i was 14, wandered around the streets,
knowing that danger lurks but i like it that way; bid me lurk where the serpents are.
fearful of people, afraid that they would murder me but i still did it.
my parents freaked and there was almost a nationwide manhunt for me.
i had a tattoo, like when i was 15 or 16, although it's removed after much difficulty.
it wasnt professionally done.
just a razor, a penknife and chinese ink.
why?
because i felt like it at that exact moment and i saw those three objects on my table.
i had to have it there and then.
it was on my left wrist.
i also had alot of scars.
the only one that i am proud of is the one i got from falling on the jagged edges of a rock while trying to get in my k1raptor.

i carried a tiny dagger around just for the fun of it.
i mixed with the wrong crowd, dated the wrong people, suffered the consequences.
(eg. mental scars? two years of hell from an abusive bastard.)

because society does not own me.
because the school does not own me.
because no one owns me.

my point is,
many people have labelled me.
"Rebel."
really? what the hell? heck no. i find that inappropriate.
it's not like i reject fitting in.
i dont care either way, whether i fit in or not.
if i do, i do. if i dont, i dont.
shit happens, life sucks, move on.
once, in sec 1, i got teased because the malay boys from the technical class found it weird i couldnt speak malay.
talk about fitting in huh?
so for the whole fucking year, they were hung up on that.
after some time, as the years in secondary school progressed,
it became okay because they learnt how to speak english, some english.
therefore there was no communication gap and life went on.

i want to do what i feel like doing.
it's only because i am dissatisfied,
& i only want to be satisfied.
but right now,
due to commitments,
i am forced to learn a behaviour that i cant seem to adopt for the past 14months.
to behave, to be obedient.
i dont blame my boyfriend.
it's only good for me.
a learned behaviour.
because i am now owned.

it's time to take a shower.

my name is also shii ann.
ask my grandmother.

dreaming in colour

qamarul asyraf, this is your soul talking..

raise your hammer and surrender.

yours,
celtic exile.

CISSY AND NEL AND I = TODAY

FIRSTLY
MY LAZY SELF
CAN'T EVEN STUDY
FOR THE BLOCK TESTS
WHICH ARE HELD NEXT WEEK
I AM SO LAZY THAT
I CAN'T BE BOTHERED
TO UPLOAD THE SMUN PHOTOS
THAT I TOOK
EVEN THOUGH
IT HAS BEEN TWO WEEKS
THIS IS HOW LAZY I AM
CAN'T EVEN USE PUNCTUATION
IN THIS ENTRY
ALSO I'M USING THE "ENTER" BUTTON AS I LIKE
SO FORGIVE
THE INCOHERENCE OF THIS ENTRY

XOXO
A

diamond for disease

God has given me reality.
i fell for a scorpion.
bred by one.
loves one that is bred by one.

ti amo.





Wrath in a bottle (couldnt find a red bottle).
buy one, get eternity free.
may kill you when consumed.
buy 15 and get Bliss and Hate for half price.

price: a battered soul

qamarul asyraf b ..

STOP FUCKING DREAMING BITCH
AINT GONNA HAPPEN
SCREW OFF

come out and play?

i feel like offspring,

By the time you hear the siren
It's already too late
One goes to the morgue and the other to jail
One guy's wasted and the other's a waste
It goes down the same as the thousand before
No one's getting smarter
No one's learning the score
Your never ending spree of death and violence and hate
Is gonna tie your own rope
Tie your own rope
Tie a rope

A.

my blood drips

"Be not angry that you cannot make others as you wish them to be, since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be.."

-Thomas A Kempis

proper and true, i shall love.

Q+A

if you believe in me how can i keep dissolving?

She'll be possessive but she won't want to be possessed.
One of the worst traits of both male and female Scorpios is a refusal to see any viewpoint but their own when emotions are involved.
It takes weeks of introspection to bring them around to a semblance of humility.
Her natural interest in the opposite sex, even if it remains platonic, may give you as much reason to be jealous of her as she is of you.
She'll probably fascinate every male in sight on oc­casion, and you may have to sit by while they're mesmer­ized.
It seldom leads to anything serious, but it can cause some uncomfortable moments. It can also lead to some explosive disagreements.
In the heat of battle, it pays to remember that her compulsion to even the score usually makes her the winner in any kind of skirmish.
She gets the last word.
If you tell her a lie, she may tell two.
The Scorpio sense of justice is as strong as their sense of revenge.
Most people forget this.

i didnt ask to be born a Scorpio &cause so much chaos.
especially with the mention above, that you believe so.
i can be gracious enough even though i am Kalika, the Goddess of Death & Destruction.

A.

i think the only way to motivate myself is :

to remember that if i dont get promoted, i'm as good as dead.

if the korean boys can do it, why cant i?!

since we have better facilities, better teachers BLABLABLA.

[end]

i had to read an article regarding how unimportant the A's are in the global community, especially in established colleges elsewhere. i'd much rather take SATs although it's tougher.

more excuses to procrastinate.

i need Confucius to teach me a lesson : C
the way he taught them koreans.

exams = such disdain

meanwhile,
i went to the arcade with my boyfriend. time crisis 4 is the shizz.
i remember playing time crisis 2/3 with my friends in secondary school.
i dont know if they remember.
the first 1E1 outing ever; which later grew to become fafe - kong, singyee &anthony.
anyway, time crisis 4 is alot better. my boyfriend died first.
then, a disappointing movie,
our meditation session,
home.

A.

im thoroughly fed up with singapore's education system.
up yours!

OBEY

i hate leaving.
i hate the fact that you'll be left behind.
i hate all the places i go to.
im a loser yes.

i hate knowing that you'll be lonely.
i dont want you to go through my absence.
i'm supposed to take all that.

nothing's easy.
i met you before 311090.
yes, i am the one.

boy

because i am so bored,
my boyfriend is away again and i'm lonely,
i watched rnb/ hiphop/ dontknowwhat videos.
danity kane, ciara, fergie &daddy yankee.
i know right, whatthefuck.
because i dont feel like studying and i cant find gossip girl season 2.
i want to dance, someone train me properly!

ahh i am so screwed for midyears.
history is repeating itself.
i need to check in for another adam khoo session to gas up my motivation engine.

how the hell do the korean boys do it?

iloveboyyyyyy.
A.

ps. in el impacto, fergie and daddy yankee look good together.

pss. in my humps by black eyed peas, fergie's ear piercings are awesome. i am going to complete my left ear that way. 7 more piercings needed since five is already there. (&i will get a nose piercing this week. it will be my second time, thanks to mum.)

rebel into my eyes

yes, she came over.
THIS time, to meet my mum. lolxz.
and apparently, mum loves her.
she has a kiss to prove it.

i love her.
for anything.
and yes, bows to thee, almighty ninja maiden you.
for all the times you cheekily run away from me during catching.
for all the knick knacks you bought me.
i promise not to shoot you with rage from now on.

my gun will rust.
smile on my love, make me warm.
i miss you, you chubby ninja you.

thank you for the uber cool hoodie and pants.

Qamarul Asyraf

because he is my necromancer.

todaytodaytoday.

I WENT TO BOYFRIEND'S HOUSE FOR LUNCH.
his mum likes me la.
confirm chopchop.
hahha, i anyhow la.
somebody was supposed to meet me at khatib since i was running late.
but we met at kranji instead because choa chu kang sucks. thanks ah boy.

corset piercing. i wanna do wanna do wanna do.

so the plane touched down at 1130pm last night.
then had supper.
then headed home &unpacked my stuff.
i am sooo satisfied with my purchases! :D
i need more money for my deck . (mum doesnt want to sponsor.)
it's going to be better than my boyfriend's! yes yes yes.
although i wont have time to skate since MYEs are here,
then Becks will be here,
then mother tongue foshiz,
then promos,
then a's. ):
then germany. ):

honestly, whyinthefrigginhell did i apply for it??!
okay, firstly, it's mum's international history shrine, she will kill me if i didnt apply for it.
not only that, cissy applied for it before pulling out.
imagine if we both get to go germany. ohmegood.
actually i applied to see if i could get in. (its also cus i wanna go there but not really.)
i didnt expect to get selected!
i'm so sorry boy. ):

today,
i played crocodile- playground catching with my boyfriendlove.
AND I WON.
BECAUSE MY BOYFRIEND IS A SLOW AHPEK.
slow ahpeks cant beat fast-as-lightning ninjamaiden.

LOVEXOXO
ANNA the ace NINJAMAIDEN.

looks like it wont be tonight.
i hope you come back tmr.
just freaking come back, thats all.

Friday 13th June 10.49pm

ive been to a million places and
encounters supersedes memory.
fly across spaces only
to see blasphemy.

remember joy and happiness,
the freedom you once knew,
Should he really have the right,
to take all that from you?

an ode to defeated greatness.
i swear this, i was in your head..

how dull the sound of sunlight

yes, dull i say.

i havent been sleeping well these few weeks. 3 weeks to be specific. sigh.
Nur Diyanah Azmi, you better come back! ive planned our date (and the burgers as well).

anw love, Croatia beat Germany. haha, dilemma huh.
i fucking miss you..

tears are a symbol of surrender not only of emotion but beliefs, symbolizing a turning point in the human spirit and mind.

QA.

the abyss of your eyes

girl, i miss you.

nilah texted.
she says she misses you.
i miss you more still.

pls come back.

QA.

HELLO BOY :D

ive got to make it quick. i'm going snorkelling and parasailing later. later as in like in 7minutes.
let's hope the weather stays good.

have fun at the bbq boy.
and kick bastards out of your sight.

iloveyou!
A.

ps. thailand's one hour behind singapore.

there she goes..

there she goes again..
come back safe pls.
im gonna miss you all over again.
this fucking sux. HXC!!!!!!!!!!!

































=(

-poor bass-tart

the real reason why...

number of international students who made it to Yale in the academic year of 2002-2003:

Belgium- 5
China- 301
Costa Rica-3
Croatia-11
(not bad, considering the fact that the Republic of Croatia emerged from the war of independence in 1995)
France-25
Indonesia-8
Italy-38
Libya-0
Russia-24
South Africa-0
United Kingdom- 52
Vietnam-2
Myanmar-1
Korea-152! (kyungbock + seoul science = 90 percent of 152 methinks!)
Singapore-45 (good results! well, comaparing our history and population size to France...)

*countries selected (except for Korea and Singapore) are from the SMUN UNSC;
(i couldnt find stats on USA, too bad mike!)

so sonic, what happened to belgium huh? speak up!
also also also, koreans are such motivation!

stanford is better though.
they're ranked 5th in the world. yale is number7.

wait, i'll give you the breakdown.

1. Harvard
2. MIT
3. Cambridge
4. Oxford
5. Stanford
6. University of California, Berkeley
7. Yale University <3
   
8. California Institute of Technology
   
9. Princeton
10. Ecole polytechnic (whowhatwhere? i have no idea.)
11. BLA
    
12. BLA
    
13. BLA
    
14. BLA
    
15. BLA
    
16. BLA
    
17. BLA
    
18. BLA
    
19. BLA
    
20. BLA
    
21. BLA
    
22. NUS
    

i find good colleges fascinating.
it is not so much that i yearn to study in colleges like these.
(i will never be able to input or achieve so much hardwork, excessive reading &good entrance scores just to get a place there. in this globalised world today, brains + daddy's money = not enough. you need brains + daddy's money + mommy's money + talent in athletics/ the arts etc. + community involvement projects resume + whatever other things you can offer; ie. your nationality & stuff like that, which helps contribute to the global community)
the reason why i want to go to colleges like these is because the culture, the environment there, is so rich and vibrant! life would be exciting everyday!
plus, i prefer foreigners to singaporeans.
(xenophobes are the most cowardly people IN THE WORLD.)
plus, their campuses are beautiful!
plus, weather. weather plays an important role in our daily lives.
i like cool weather.
i hate humid singapore.

okay, enough of all this talk.
i'm hungry and i need some food.
& i'm lonely. my boyfriend is away.
plus another trip tomorrow, this time, i'm going away to bangkok for vacation.
to pack my bags again, for the third time in three weeks is a chore!
the following week will be my cramming session. &i haven't gotten my resource packages yet.
nice one anna!

i love my boyfriend. miss him miss him miss him.
A.

ps. i know how Becks, my german exchange partner, looks like already :)

i stole this from Nellerz' LJ.

1 - Go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to Random quotations: http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.
(refresh once on this page, to avoid getting the same quotes.)

3 - Go to flickr’s “explore the last seven days” http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
Put it all together, that’s your debut album.

Band Name: Taureg (like so Norwegian Blackmet band?)
Album title: we wake in despair



heh, i kinda cheated. for the third part, i refreshed twice instead of once, cus i dont want a pregnant lady as my debut cover. this is still the third photo though. so there you go! enjoy.

i am so bored.

A.

just press play, it's on repeat.

why am i not studying
why am i not studying
why am i not studying
why am i not studying
why am i not studying

how the hell do the korean boys do it?

i'm going to amuse myself now
because my boyfriend is asleep.

i think i shall think of more pranks to play on people.
A.

[edit;]
shit,
i came back here to post a random thought that i had while blog hopping.
but you know what?
i forgot.
damnnnn.

[2nd edit;]
im starting to hate everyone again.
just when i thought i was starting to be nice.
why?

i need study buddies.
too bad the best ones are in korea.

her teeth like white seeds/

NEL IS MY DECADE OLD FRIEND.
(i hope she doesn't wake up with a massive headache after the party last night.)

I WISH MY BOYFRIEND IS HERE TO HELP ME COMPLETE MY MALAY IMBUHAN THING.
(i will share my chocolate tarts with you if you complete it for me.)

I WISH SCHOOL WAS LIKE SMUN UNSC.
(or at least more like it.)

I WISH I WAS HOME-SCHOOLED.
(along with other home-schooled students.)

no point in wishing huh.
stick with it or make it happen.

ohmygod!!
i just remembered!!
k4?! the k4 team is supposed to row in june!

screw that,
i miss my boyfriend.

virally yours,
A.

-a winner makes commitments, a loser makes promises.

for the times

for all the times i make sure your butt isnt on display.
for all the times i carried you when you were tired.
for all the times i pampered you when you acted like (my) baby.
for all the times i let you wipe your mouth/hands on my shirt/pants.
for all the times i let you sleep on my lap, my shoulder.
for all the times i carried your bag for you.
for all the times i waited for you.
for all the times i let you punch me when you're angry.
for all the times i let you melt in my embrace.
for all the times you forced me to say you're fat (which you're not!).
for all the times you tell me to say things that you adore.
for all the times you suddenly poke me and run away.
for all the times you tricked me and pout just so you can get away with it.
for all the times you get cranky.
for all the times you get moody.
for all the times you purposely fall, knowing i'l catch you.

for all the times your highness, for all.
ilovemygf.

CROATIA; for a better cause.

this initially reluctant delegate of Croatia attended the Singapore Model United Nations Forum from 3rd June to 6th June 2008.
okay, you know what, the opening ceremony was a bore.
Missy aka the Delegate of Japan for the DISEC (Disarmament and International Security) fell asleep barely 1/3 through.
The first committee session started at 1400hours after lunch and this Delegate of Croatia was on time but the latest one to arrive.
all the Delgates have taken their respective seats by then.
This Delegate of Croatia's colleague left her behind in her dorm room.
(what the hell la. sheesh.)
The first committee session was of to a sluggish start but things slowly picked up when the Western Nations formed the Western bloc and the rest of the Eastern Nations + Croatia (which is an European country) formed the non-Western bloc (also known as the Eastern Bloc but the term "Eastern Bloc" is politically incorrect.)
anyway, if this delegate of Croatia were to give details of the meeting, it will bore you people to death.

the issue that this (mock) United Nations Security Council (UNSC) discussed was Myanmar- An Old Problem, A New Opportunity.
Croatia, an European nation, currently awaiting entry to the European Union (EU) is obliged to join the Western bloc.
the delegates of Belgium were keen to work with us at first, sending us notes during the meeting.
(notes are passed around from nation to nation by the moderator. notes are used to protect national security. these notes may contain deals, questions, decisions, negotiations etcetera.)
yada yada yada yada.

[insert]
i want to make this part really quick.
france, uk and the usa quickly became allies, coupled with negotiations from China.
costa rica = some small fry but had the loudest voice due to this obnoxious ACS(I) Integrated Programme HUMAN.
anyway, Indonesia quickly courted this delegate of Croatia and they succeeded in attaining the cooperation of the Republic of Croatia.
Belgium claimed a neutral stand and minor countries like South Africa, Libya and Vietnam were roped in to the non-Western Bloc alongside Russia.
(i'm tired of blogging about this already.)
i shall just say that the round table UNSC discussion was good.
procedures were formal and it was exciting.
i like the formal procedures alot.

ie.
-this delegate of Croatia...
-i would like to yield my time back to the chair...
-motion for an unmoderated caucus of one minute per nation to comment...
-motion to enter voting procedure immediately...

i don't wanna be part of the united nations unless i am the president of one of the superpower nations.
what we did during the conference reflected the reality of the extent of effectiveness and influence of the UNSC in issues.
when major powers cannot agree, vetoes were put forth and made this delegate of Croatia pissed,
ESPECIALLY SINCE FRANCE DID NOT GIVE A VALID ENOUGH REASON FOR HER VETO TO PASS.
THE CHAIR STILL ALLOWED THEIR VETO TO COME THROUGH.
at that point of time,
this delegate of Croatia made a Right to Reply and provided answers (in a sarcastic manner) within the clauses of the resolution put forth by the non-Western alliance
but hell no,
FRANCE'S VETO STILL WENT THROUGH.
i was like WHATTHEFUCKKKKKKKNNNBCCBBBBB. really pukilicious.
so i walked out.
the next thing i knew,
China and Russia vetoed the Western Bloc's resolution as well and the UNSC did not reach a consensus regarding actions that should be taken regarding the situation in Myanmar.

During the 3rd conference, Ms Aung San Sui Kyi suddenly had chlorea due to the aftermath of Cyclone Nargis crisis in Myanmar.
this event was called the "breaking news" event and the UNSC had to release a press statement regarding the issue and such.
long story, not very important.

the food was quite good (though i only tried the chicken burger and the banana milkshake.), except for the Japanese cuisine down at Yusof Ishak's hall.
NUS campus is really ugly- infrastructure and all.
yes, i know i should shut up about this but Korea University is really pretty and had KU a better placing than NUS in world university rankings in academia, i would chart my way there.

so anyway, the company wasn't that good.
the dinner and dance was pathetic.
some of the delegates got drunk every night.
probably happens in reality as well.
ah, our the world's future is in good hands. (please note the sarcasm.)

didn't get a chance to text nad or shaun or aishah or sx before they left for japan.
hope they have a safe trip.

so in the end, from wanting to drop out of the conference,
this delegate of croatia enjoyed the politcal debates held within the UNSC.
the next time i enter, i want to work on Nuclear Disarmament or something.
Maybe DISEC or WHO.
awaiting for Hong Kong Model United Nations Club to invite this 5th SMUN UNSC for their next conference.

nice one, Belgium.

back home to boyfriend.
going to meet him in 3/4 of an hour!

virally yours,
the Delegate of Croatia.

artistic vampirical ninjas

more than crumbling bricks with brainpower,
a ninja does not fear death or bubble baths
or giving a cooking presentation naked
because ninjas have confidence.
ninjas have a zen that surrounds their feet
so they can walk upon water.

can you eat ramen for eight
full meals a day
with no seasoning?

-Can you even eat eight
full meals a day?-

a ninja can break a tower of chocolate in half
with a mechanical pencil or a plastic straw.
a ninja can tell time by the color of owl pellets,
and the direction of their prey
by the smell of fear in the air.

if a ninja is stalking you,
you could
1. seduce them – this will not work because ninjas are immune to sex, except Jessica Alba and Brad Pitt. Since the chances of you being Jessica Alba or Brad Pit is one in three billion, dont count on it.
2. live in a cave and grow a beard – this also will not work, because they will find you, and also girls cannot grow beards.

but more than fending off forty-two crazy assailants
with bare hands and bruised knuckles,
a ninja can pull out your eyeballs
with their toes and squish them.

ninjas do not often do this because it is messy.

but they can.

ninjas can do a standing quadruple full twist
with about nine backflips,
but they do not compete in the Olympics
because of the stupid leotards.
ninjas do not wear leotards.

ninjas wear converse all stars
because they are common and very hard to trace
in case of a police investigation.
ninjas also wear an eye patch
just to throw of suspicion.
also, because they can have xray vision
and can see through cement walls.

is Alastor Moody a ninja?

no. he’s a paranoid wizard.
but I think we all know where he learned
his mad x-ray vision skillz.

more than just being innovative and ingenious,
ninjas are fabulous artists.
they can paint murals with the blood
of their victims and sell it for money,
but ninjas do not need money.
instead, they paint them across the walls
of their training dojo
and present them as ninja birthday cards
and congratulatory memoirs.

ninjas can create bombs out of bellybutton lint
and old socks, if they really want to
and havent showered in a long time.
they can climb up the walls of office buildings
and infiltrate the most heavily guarded secret lairs
of every secret evil overlord. ever.

is Spider man a ninja?

no. he was just bitten by an experimental spider.
but i think we all know where he learned
his mad climbing skillxz.

if a ninja is disloyal, he will go to hell.
but ninjas can only go to heaven
because they are too powerful
to be the devil’s minions.

instead, the ninjas forced him to eat his own brains while he was still conscious.

is my girlfriend (i miss you..) a ninja?

maybe.

just think about that.

--

am i a ninja?

i'd tell you, but then i'd have to kill you.


-qam

huh? its only 6am. why did time fly so fast? no it didnt, you slept for 10mins.

this morning, i woke my girlfriend up.
this morning, peeled my long expired blister scab. not pretty.
this morning, i ate half an oreo and drank 2 gulps of what i think is milk.
this morning, i fell down just as i was about to get up.

this morning, my gf left again for shiz.

with a pout pout here and a pout pout there.

here pout there pout everywher pout pout!

i am dating a Croatian delegate.
haha!

misses.. =(

-dude with beard

MY BOYFRIEND IS ADORABLE.

hello SMUN.
i'm going to kick some janjaweed ass.
go croatia.

[enthusiasm = zero]

love,
anna

KOREA TRIP 2008. SEOUL = <3

the fifteen kimchilovers.


it's korea airport bitches!
i remembered that cissy and i screwed up our immigration checkpoint thing,
rushed to change into our uniforms, brushed our teeth
&hurried past baskin robbins and dunkin donuts.
our uniforms didn't protect us from the cold.
legs were freezing.
boyfriend: wear short skirt somemore!
me: it's not short!!
boyfriend: *&^#$%^&!
[running out of memory space]


SEOUL SCIENCE HIGH SCHOOL
smart students; all ready for ivy league colleges.
boring students; completely ignored us and continued studying their bloody onions when we went "Ahnyahhasayeo!"


opp cissy and i in the conference room. these two monkeys entertained us throughout the trip.


multi-million dollar observatory lab for astronomy.
it was pitch black but i used my flash.


scenery is not too shabby for SSHS.


flags flying high.


cissy, kulvin, myself, liliwenwen &afiqahqah.


first meal in korea!
the non muslim students had un-halal ginseng chicken.
cissy, afiqah and i dumped our noodles into liwen's ginseng pot! heehee.
total no. of bowls she ate = 4. (although portions were quite small.)


Paris Baguette; the bakery directly outside the restaurant.
this honey butter toast is the most fucking awesome thing ever.


sitting in the coach,
in the streets of korea,
there stood a little tree.


AND A FUCKEN DICKIES YO!
(my partner uses dickies! goodgood. :) )


folk village; the little threesome.


performances by these boys with cool headgear.
so artistic gymnastics!


day One dinner; soba noodles!


dessert.


a closer look; their little cups are so pretty and different!


the food cissy and i brought between us. we didn't even finish half of it. heh.


day Two breakfast.


first stop; KYUNG BOCK HIGH SCHOOL.


to boyfriend's disdain, it was an all-boys.


very pretty isn't it?
Kyung Bock High School is an elite school which produces students who are currently serving in the governement. Also, from the boys that we've met, they all aim to go to various Ivy League colleges. These include Oxford, Harvard, Stanford and Cambridge. (Cambridge is highly popular.) Girls, marry a Kyung Bock student, boys, turn gay and marry one as well.
Not all of them are nerdy though. they are mostly all rounders. One of the boys we've met, Rain, is an ice-hockey prodigy. He is also the President of the Student Council. Plus korean boys are nice and are genuine in being so. They are also very thoughtful and before my boyfriend freaks out, he still suits me best. a Singaporean for me, a Korean for you. *ah-hem nel &sarah.


the class i sat in; Japanese language period.
(partner does not take Jap, if im not mistaken, he takes spanish.)


there he is. :)
he is incredibly thoughtful.
ive got maple leaves as a souvenir from Kyung Bock from him.


lunch in school cafeteria.


last photo; & i never saw him again.
go stanford! or Korean Uni, which is where i wanna go too. you'll know why later on.


1st shopping trip with some of th boys. rain's in the middle. logos is on the extreme right.
not familiar with the rest. this photo is blurry because i don't know why.


LOGOS (english name), JOHN (Christian name), super duper nice dude.
i completely misunderstood him the first time round.
sorry!


li wen's partner.




NGO.


cool fire extinguishers or what? ingenious!


Korean War Memorial


North Korea vehicles!


yes that's Yan Rui.

walking to the resting area for lunch; pizza. (vegetarian :/ )


presenting... KOREA UNIVERSITY!!!


fucken awesome or what?! No Yale, it's NUS, no NUS, it's NTU, no NTU, it's going to be fucken Korea University yo!


goodies from the store in K.U. my favourite stuff from the trip, besides those leaves.


halal dinner :)


benji + rain in our (cissy &i) hotel room!
after the second shopping trip on the third day.


last semi-group photo at the lobby, sorry for the chapalang look.


last photo before they scissorsed-papered-stoned for cab.
get well soon benji!


last day in Seoul.


film studio, the NK lookalike.


olden Korean days.


last meal in korea.


dropped off the coach for the last time.


window seat home, before take off.


25th May - 29th May.

i will return.

right now, i'm home.
boyfriend and all.

happy belated nellerz!

<3 why is korea so hardcore?