Monday, March 14, 2005   just for the holidays.

music mandarin ; pilot light

(crossposted to my lj)

I enjoy washing my own clothes with my own hands.

On the first Thursday night I called my house and I was hoping, desperately, that my mother won't pick the phone up, but alas, soon after I can't stop tears coming down even during prep class. I have 3 dormmates, and two -Farhana/Hana & Dalila/Dunk- who are already considered as seniors when it comes to normal MJSC boarding school life, and the other, Fara, is a new one, like me. But her hailing from Methodist Girls School and having the word "doh" in her vocabulary and and how she is so choosy when it comes to food (she won't take my tuna sandwich and spaghetti because she doesn't know how to eat it!) how she had been tagging on me to almost make my social life unbearable makes me feel unsatisfied and wishing for a new roommate. Someone should teach her to stop showing the obvious when someone's tears are falling down due to homesick. Dunk, on the other hand, is the proud eater of Dorm G218 while Hana is the proud handphone smuggler of dorm G218 :D & I am known as the alarm clock of G218 since I am in charge of waking all of them up in the morning.

One period, in comparison, is longer than the usual, which is 1 hour, but felt much more shorter. I am in class 401/4A, 23 people, and I am loss without a seat partner, oh woe is me ]: But probably my close friends there are Atiqah/Ieqa & Sakina/Kina, as both of us had been sharing everything all around. The boys, however, are too quiet and studious for my own good. There's one who apparently is in the same homeroom as I am, Homroom 02, who looks exactly my old Amir, who reminds me exactly of Amir (from far he's a quiet type but he could erupt with the weirdest cackle you've ever heard in a minute), and heck, his name is Amir as well!
Everyday I have to walk to and fro to class three times, school, evening prep class, and night prep class. But Every Tuesday & Thursday nights I would find myself in the library reading Edgar Allen Poe's. It's amazing to see 4 books by him in there. Or sometimes I would look through the heavy thick small-printed scientific textbooks for English universities, and I'll be taking in & out Psychology textbooks & a certain American Literature textbook.

I still don't know the names of all my teachers, but I really love Miss Felda, my English teacher. Thanks to her, now I know one thing: William Shakespeare is a homosexual. Yay. & I wrote a suppposedly love sonnet. Uhm. Not impressive for me.

At one night it was so windy that clothes are falling and flying everywhere, doors slammed real hard continuously, and it felt like there's a natural air-cond in the room. This is for staying on top of a hill. At one side of the school, the Ledang Mountain is visible but it doesn't really give me an impact or a good impression or a "waaaaaah!" kind of thing.

I was ina 50/50 state at that time, but I finally decided to stay in MJSC. Not because of scholarship, not because of it's a good school and all that crap (in fact, MJSC Jasin is going dooooooown), but you know, my mother has spent thousands just to make sure I have everything and for the fees and everything, and if I come back then enters my judgementive relatives, and my brother-in-law's brother was in Jasin. In fact, he was the head of the Student's Council. o________o Freaky.
Eventhough Aida, Dina, nana & Ganko said that during recess they feel so alien now, because I was the one who always freshen up the conversation. Or something.

Hmm. Co-curriculum. PKBM/Persatuan Kadet Bersatu Malaysia/... Cadet (haha I'm too lazy to translate it) so I could actually hold a gun and shoot targets or people. Or something. English Club, & Tennis. My mother asks me to continue with my Taekwondo since I already reached Poum/Black Red Belt. But I stopped when I was what, 11 years old? I can't remember anything now.

There's an internet connection there, but it was toooooooooooo slooooooooow. So now, snail mail is the way to go.
& yay I can bring a walkman/discman/mp3 player to prep classes! 

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i left my urge in the icebox.
My name is Afi. Fifteen. 07January1990. Malaysian. Form 4. SMKDU / MRSM Jasin. mbivert. Pessimistic. Optimistic. Often two-sided. Orphan. When I grow up, I want to join forces with my sister, the octopus, to make a cafe bookstore indiestore just for you artsy-fartsy fags & tired musicians not needing a change and normal people. Also, I tend to ramble about my obsessions. livej, oh, Open Diary, lettres.
This layout features the 4rd December 2004 strip from A Softer World.


she found a lonely sound.
Dir En Grey songs
Asian Kung-Fu Generation - Kimi To Iu Hana
Architecture In Helsinki - In Case We Die {album}
Ahli Fiqir - Angguk Angguk Geleng Geleng
Gorillaz - Feel Good Inc
Sleater-Kinney - Entertain


we'll all float on.
I like stars & polkadots & lazy Sunday morning & quiet nights & neatly aligned small handwriting & to worry about you & Thursday & English with the accent & long skirts & collared buttoned up boys shirts & neon & + wondermilk & schoolbags & confetti confetti & slr & writing words & japanese images & assorted colour papers & photography & vintage clothing & deeppink & the month of january & books & film strips & polaroids & plaid skirts & guitars & the stills & remembering everything & telling everything & to be with you & sunrise, sunset & artsy-fartsy fag.
I hate caterpillars.


you make me loose my buttons.
Azim + Dina + Eema + Evening Drama + George + Han Mei + Iszie + Jiar + Kar Mun + Lina + Marisa + Patricia + Pojam + Yun Shyuan + Yun Wayne + Zihan


now we speak with ruin tongues.

May 2004;
June 2004;
July 2004;
August 2004;
September 2004;
October 2004;
November 2004;
December 2004;
January 2005;
February 2005;
March 2005;
May 2005;
June 2005;