Unicorns were meant to be RED

2009-01-29T23:30:00.002+08:00

Today, I saw three red cars parked in a row. And immediately, a wave of nostalgia hit me so hard, tears sprang to my eyes, threatening to fall and betray me. Everything is so different now. Being here, in Singapore, I cannot help miss everyone back there in Malaysia.

Last night, I went out with Adam and Averil. Well, opposed to my initial thoughts about Averil, I have decided that she's actually a really nice girl. Yes, anyways. We went to Helipad. A really nice place. I think I would want to have my 21st birthday party there. Why is it that 21st birthdays are such big events? Moving on...

Seeing as how I only have two pairs of pants to wear here... I went to Dorothy Perkins where they were having a sale. Two pairs of pants for S$69. So I got two pairs of pants and a top. No more shopping for me. Those are... necessities. I will have to scrimp and save every last penny I have for as long as I can until I find myself a job. Oh, speaking of which, job hunting is no easy thing. It is time-consuming, energy draining and simply tiresome. And not being able to find a job after searching from one palce to another can be quite a blow to one's self-esteem.

I chose to go all the way to Bedok today just to have my favourite carrot cake. Travelling time was a chore, but having the taste of the carrot cake in my mouth made it all worthwhile. I really have to start back on my diet. And start exercising... Which means I need my gym shoes. I hope Mother sends down the rest of my clothes, bags and shoes as soon as she can.

I miss Fluffy. =( I miss having a hyperactive furball come greet me in his playful manner even before I cross the threshold of the house. I miss having him jump up and down and attempt to chew off my shoes. I saw a pet store today. So I'm going to go back there and get him treats before I come home. So many places to go, so little time and even lesser money. Haha. OH JOB COME TO ME.

Off to bed I go. I would like to at least have breakfast in time at least once before this week is over. =P

Baby, baby.

2009-01-04T17:02:00.003+08:00

Miss Voon has been MIA for quite a while, huh?

I'm sorry! I have perfectly liable excuses! I have been out of the country and partying like a rockstar. Went to Singapore on the 14th and was back on the 21st. Before that was Bangkok. So I beg of your forgiveness that I have been gone. Oh crap. I just did that, didn't I? Do the predictable cliche blogger thing? The apology to the readers for being absent. Oh, well.

Surprisingly, now being in the year legal to go clubbing, I have yet to go. Good girl, I am. Either that or I just want to wait til I go to Singapore so Mandapanties can bring me. =)

I went to watch MAMMA MIA! the Musical on Boxing Day. A MILLION THUMBS UP! Sitting in the "oh-so-expensive" third row seats, the energy of the show really emerged from the stage into my heart. Mother's Christmas present to me. Front row would have been a painful experience. Watching those VIPs craning their necks just to watch the dancers prance around in their glittery outfits was torture enough, thank you very much. And to sit in the front row seats is asking God for a pair of new ears. The speakers, really big and LOUD, were located right there. Idiots who paid a shitload of money just to be tortured. MUAHAHAHA. I think MAMMA MIA! has got to be the best musical I have ever watched. Beauty and the Beast was just a waste of time, something of an amateur direction would have produced. A million dollar bet on Kenny being able to produce something better in multiples of infinite. =) Such faith I have in him.

I've lost weight! YES. Finally. NOT A LOT. But I am determined to lose a lot more. So much, I look like Mary-Kate Olsen pre-rehabilitation period. Oh yes. I have to go. Dinner calls. Well, to get ready for dinner will take me about an hour and a half so yeah. xD

Karaoke with friends tomorrow. Yay! Finally being able to SING again!

2008-11-27T22:46:00.002+08:00

TWILIGHT WAS THE BOMB! I am SO going to watch it when I go to Singapore again!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! EDWARD CULLEN! EHMAHGAWD!

Had dinner in Italiannies with the classmates after the movie. They were discussing Biology and schoolwork. HELLO?! We've graduated. Chillax. Haha. Wern's PINK party is happening so I need a pink outfit. Huh. Rachel's party next week. Going to provide a bottle of Bailey's and Absolut. Skating on Thursday with the Pouts and the exexexex. Talentime tomorrow. One in a million auditions on Saturday (only maybe), dinner at Stefan's on Saturday, prom next Tuesday and on 13th, ah. Let me stop right there.

Haha.

Anyways. Pouts paid for my dinner food. Mehads a glass of red wine. Yums. We made sure we kept the wine away from Jaslynn. Hmm, perhaps I should try white wine next time. Quite mild, tonight's one was. Wanted a Sinatra cocktail, sounded interesting, but Wern discouraged me to order that. Thank God. Wine went well with the salmon. =)

Ahhh, I want to go partying like the rest of them. I do. =( Ohwells. Two more papers on Tuesday. Going to mug now. Love you long time. XOXO.

Paint me with kisses.

2008-11-25T14:00:00.002+08:00

I just woke Fluffball up. He was sleeping oh-so-peacefully curled up on the new pink carpet Mother had installed in the bathrooms and I started practicing for the One in A Million auditions, and those of you who have actually heard me sing (like, in a range I'm comfortable with) would know just how loud my volume of singing can get. =p

Okay. Let's be emo. I'm channelling ... Marilyn Manson, now.

Wait. I can't. I'm just going to do my art. Painting a butterfly in focus of a camera sitting on a flower, possibly pollinating. *Sighs*

2008-11-18T08:32:00.002+08:00

Sarah has been up since seven. Studying Moral. -.-

Okay. With the smell of bacon and eggs wafting towards me, my tummy cannot help but grumble and demand breakfast. After studying for an hour, I think I deserve to eat something.

Short blog post. Boring, too. I should go. Only about 5 and a half hours til my next exam. Wheeeeeeeeeee. Then it'll be 6 down 5 to go. Subjects that is. Papers, I have about 7, I think. Eh. Whatevs.

Lovin' you long time. XOXO.

Day 3.

2008-11-13T17:28:00.003+08:00

Feeling very detached right now. My body temperature is weird. I'm sweating, I'm cold. I am nauseous. My nose is blocked, and it is runny. My cough and phlegm is blocking my trachea from attaining the oxygen it needs and my head is spinning. Flu or more, who knows? I just know that I want it OUT of my system NOW.

Concentrate - nada on my Maths paper today upon throwing up all over the floor, the first thing I did in the examination hall. Threw up twice more in the bathroom. (Made it there, that time.) Maids were like what's up with her. But I couldn't care less. Been feeling nauseous since then. Threw up couple more times at home.

Post-shower, bile pretty much out of my throat and nose cleared from the medicine, I feel slightly better. But I'm still spinning. Finished rereading Breaking Dawn as part of my relaxation method. Edward Cullen is a dream to have around. =)

Bible and Science on Monday. The latter should be a breeze. *crosses fingers* Hopefully.

Oh, in case you haven't deduced from my first paragraph, I have LOST my voice almost completely. Ugh. Meaning : No singing as a destressing method. BAH FREAKING HUMBUG MAN. I'm wrapped up tight in my kimono now, Luke in my lap and Fluffy at my feet, clawing at it, thinking that it would make the thunder seem less scary. Note to self : Scold dog for being the reason the skin on my feet look like Shrek's armpits. Grr.

I hope Mother let's me go for Jane's party... And the Twilight premiere.... ARGH. Edward Cullen man... It's not so much Robert Pattinson I'm looking forward to watching on big screen but his ohsosexymakeyoudrooltilyougetdangerouslydehydrated vampire character. Okay, okay. Off to go mug for Bible. And perhaps doze off again. And attempt to keep food safely tucked in my tummy. HAH. Tough luck.

XOXO.

Ps. For my English essay, I did "My Perfect Future Husband/Wife". I swear they set that questions so they could see how shallow the Malaysian teens are becoming. =3 Of course, they can count on me to be included as one of those teens. *flips hair* Hahaha. Oh, and I tore up my Sejarah books. OHHH, THE EXHILARATION.

SPM. DAY 1. Accomplished. =3

2008-11-11T21:27:00.004+08:00

Not exactly the time for innuendoes or crazy one liners, so I'm just going to get it all out of my system before I go crazy and lose it.

Being WELL aware that I am supposed to be curled up on my bed studying the Islamic history for tomorrow, I am sitting here. Yes, suicidal, I am.

This morning, I woke up exactly sixty seconds before my phone alarm could even attempt its lousy carousel tune to wake my all-too-hyped self up. Snoozed for three minutes, though. Then quickly dressed and went downstairs, feeling completely naked with vulnerability. It was as though my insides were exposed to the freezing morning mountain air. No, I don't actually live on a mountain, but being high up on the hills does have its occasional chill. I was excited. Today is supposed to be the mark of my journey to endless freedom. Okay, I exaggerate. It would be endless enough. I just know that by the end first month, of not changing into that frightening shade of blue every Tuesday to Thursday and letting a shapeless beige skirt hang from my waist while Mondays and Fridays get the privilege of flaunting one's bra colour (-.- to that) , I will be bored.

Shockingly, or not so, BM was considerably... easy/hard, today. Yes, go figure. I suppose the essays were not too mind-boggling. But the tatabahasa could have resulted in a wider smile if I started reading Malay novels from a young age. Alas, some of the words got my already-tired brain whirring with confusion. Sejarah paper one was surprisingly understandable. I may actually pass this paper. BE SHOCKED. I know I am.

Walking out of school the first day of SPM behind me, I couldn't help but grin my way into the car, despite the scorching Sun drawing beads of sweat from my almost-pristine hair condition(For once, and the Sun had to ruin it. Allah-damnit.), an unplesant headache topped with the rumblings of my tummy. School food for lunch - not cool. Bad weather - not cool, either.

I am even more excited for tomorrow. I finally get to burn my damn Sejarah books. And it's English paper one and two tomorrow. Can you sense my excitement? =) I cannot WAIT to give my fingers a nice workout writing my essays tomorrow. Not to mention feeling awfully happy with myself afterward and rewarding myself with a nice truffle. *daydreams longingly about that tiny piece of chocolate in the fridge waiting patiently for it's "death"* Okay, back to indulging in my Sejarah reference book written by Uncle Chee Wai (Please, may I just borrow your brain for tomorrow? *sighs*) and attempting to enjoy the endless proverbs I have chosen to memorise. Whoopee.

XOXO.
Day 1 is over. 1 day closer to freedom. 1 day closer to my Singapore trip. 1 day closer to La Selle. *squeals*

Mother is going to keeeeeeeeeeel me. I've still got at LEAST 20 blue pills left. Ahhh. Damnit.

SICKO.

2008-11-03T22:37:00.005+08:00

You think Michael Jackson is making an impact in this world? Well, I should think so. This guy, this guy whose blog link I am about to put up here, defiling my own blog, may not be a pedophile, but he definitely is in the equation and he is the sole definition of PERVERT. I'm sorry I am about to say this, but he doesn't deserve to live. You know how on Grey's or House or whatever medical shows we watch (excluding Ampang Medikal *'cause that's just a wannabe*) they say that they are no one to determine who lives and who doesn't? Well, if this guy ended up in the hospital, he would deserve to BLINKING DIE. I'm sorry. But he does.

CLICK ON THIS LINK HERE to see why I am being such a feminist on this issue. If men were all like this, well, that would be the reasons girls turn lesbian. Blinking morons.

A note to this guy, who will probably NEVER read it, but I will express myself fully ANYWAYS, despite him being non-deserving of my precious time.

HEY FOOL! How would YOU freakin' like it if some perverse, no-life freak identical to the man you see every morning in the mirror, STARED, GAWKED, OGLED, SEXUALLY-HARASSED MENTALLY, VISUALLY MACERATE YOUR DAUGHTER, huh? What if one of these girls were YOUR own flesh and blood? HUH? WHO ARE YOU to violate their privacy by probing into their lives, taking photos, acting like the ten-year-old who wants to look up a girl's skirt by putting a mirror on his shoe, except your mirror has a bloody recording quality?! You think by wanking off to these pictures GOD is going to still grant you your whatnot Islam thing? (No offense to ANY Islams, just this asshole hypocrite here.)

Okay, look at what he said here.

"Tengok amoi yang pakai skirt tu, punya seksi, terseksa jiwa lelaki yang menengoknya. Tak hormat langsung kepada orang Islam yang pergi ke KBMall ni.
Tapi yang lebih tak senonoh sebenarnya adalah remaja (mak budak pun ia juga) Islam yang menunjukkan contoh pakaian dedah aurat kat KBMall ni.
Kalau dah orang Kelantan sendiri yang tak tutup aurat, seluar ketat, baju adik, nak salahkan amoi tu macamana?
Perhatikan perempuan mengadap kaunter kat depan amoi tu, yang pakai jeans biru tu. Ketat kan jeans dia? Sampai nampak buah bontot. Itulah yang dinamakan tutup warna aurat tetapi tidak tutup bentuk aurat."

And in another post :

"Cuba tengok amoi yang dibulatkan tu. Dia pakai tight paras lutut di bawah skirt.
Amoi KL datang Kelantan buat promosi pun tahu nak hormat peraturan Islam, tapi awek melayu hampeh.
Cuba la semua awek melayu tutup aurat dengan sempurna, gerenti amoi pun pakai tudung la, paling kurang skarf.
Aku agak awek melayu yang seksi mesti pangkah UMNO kot…"

TAK HORMAT MY FOOT LA! You lagi tak hormat. Stupid FREAK of nature. You think it's FUNNY to do all this? You attention-seeking, vile, futile piece of TRASH. You are a disgrace to ALL the Malays out there. YOU are the reason why people JUDGE in the first place. You should not deserve to have such a comfortable life. You deserve nothing but being THROWN into JAIL.

I couldn't help it. I had to leave a comment. Elle left a comment, too.

Sarah Says: November 3, 2008 at 2:55 pm

Okay, ONE : Kau memang patut mati dalam hati neraka!
Two, my Malay isn’t all that spectacular, but kau ni bukan je kurang bermoral, kau ni macam Michael Jackson je, tapi lebih buruk.
Three, kalau kau suka ni seksi seksi, pergilah cari pelacur, carilah perempuan yang mau kau ni, tapi I tau takkan ada perempuan mau seorang yang hipokrit ni, carilah perempuan yang dah mati tu pergi berfoya-foyalah. Hanya mereka yang telah mati je yang mau kau ni. Tapi I tell you, even when I’m DECEASED and only in the form of ASHES, I wouldn’t want you. The only thing I want is for you to ROT IN HELL. All you want is attention. Well, you know, they GIVE A LOT OF ATTENTION IN MENTAL HOSPITALS, YOU ASSWIPE.

Sarah Says: November 3, 2008 at 2:58 pm
Ibu kau sekarang pun BENCI kau bahkan dalam kuburannya. Kau memang bermilik dalam hospital mental, tau tak?? Dunia ini akan menjadi tempat yang lebih aman tanpa kau yang mental ini.

Elle Says: October 25, 2008 at 4:47 am
a) Kau memang kurang ajar. Ibu tak ajar moral ke? Kau tidak pernah ke sekolah ke? Ini adalah ajaran umat Islam ke?
b)you are probably one of those incestuous people who will commit some unspeakable crime on one of your family members.
c)I can’t believe you preach all sorts of religious things. Does your religion advocate you perving at unknowing strangers? And then taking pictures of them? And then posting it on your blog for the world to see? And then making lewd remarks and condemning them for dressing the way they do?
d)Suck shit and die asshole. You’re a disgrace to the human race.
I don’t know if you understand this seeing as you obviously have never undergone education of any sort. But I think you should rot in hell you stinking pervert.

And contributions from Faiz (which was no help, really) and Samad.

Faiz Says: November 3, 2008 at 3:23 pm Religious fanatics like you make me look bad D:I love women . Bite me for it. Religion shouldn’t be your obsession moron.

Sarah Ahmad Says: November 3, 2008 at 4:26 pm You’re an idiot.If women want to wear skirts and stuff, leave them be.It’s their choice!And YOU! You say tht you’re religious and bullshit like that, well HELLO, this blog is TOTALLY HYPOCRITICAL!You DARE insult women like this?!Burn in hell lah asshole.As if you’re smart enough to understand what I’m saying anyway.You brainless, perverted moron.

You want to continue this? Well, I hope you end up getting what you truly deserve. I am SO pissed off at this. WHAT ON EARTH HAS THIS WORLD BECOME?!

Futuristic retrospect.

2008-11-03T21:09:00.003+08:00

It's like this. I have dreams, or nightmares, really, based on my deepest fears. Fears mostly I am not aware of. Which was why at one point of my roller-coaster indecisive career choosing teenager lifespan, I was interested in doing NLP. No, it is not that popular brand of whatever you hear being advertised profusely on the radio. It is Neuro-Linguistic Programming. It is to study the unconscious mind. Not the subconscious, but unconscious. Well, perhaps the subconscious, too.

Being the object of bombardment in the realm of nightmares, it has been a given that my sleep, really cannot be classified as sleep at all. It has been more of an emotional ride to hell and back, or to sugar coat it, not something I look forward to, may it be night or day-time lazy day Garfield naps. Ahh. Nightmare-ville. Something I dread every night. Another night, another time to send terrifying chills down my back as I lay my head on the soft pillow, cold artificial air blasting into my pores, and finally, closing the heavy, tired lids.

edited.

I have been online a lot these days. Mostly to handle my college stuff. And it just makes me think about my future. And how excited I am to start this new life. Doing something I love, perpetually having that silly smile plastered on my youthful face, facing new things. This is the one time I actually look forward to studying the History of something. =) It's like digging into a boyfriend's past. It is only 'cause you love him that you bother. Well, I love performing. And I'm discovering things about it I never knew. And it is only because I love it that I bother.

Pixie sticks.

2008-11-02T21:47:00.000+08:00

I've always wondered if my life would be easier if I were a unicorn. No, I never did wonder that. But if I did wonder about that, I really would not be sitting here. In all of the comfortable peace and tranquility that my computer chair can provide me - none, really. But enough to allow me to spend precious seconds here. Once again. As per usual.

If I wondered, if I spent seconds that cannot be bought by any substantial amount thinkable, wondering what life would be like as a unicorn, I would most likely spend my hours lying on the damp but nonetheless luscious sprawl of money-green grass, not caring whether my hair would eventually be fouled. I would then refer to my hair as fur. Or maybe still hair, but no longer glossy, conditioned, all-too-privileged hair. It will just be - hair.

I would not succumb to peer pressure, I would not drink water from the forbidden stream. I would not have stress. I would face no gruelling hours of discipline. My skin would not ultimately fold into ugly, rough and coarse wrinkles. As a unicorn, I would not have to worry about boys, exam stress, peer pressure, my future, money, what people think of me, talent or anything at all. I am the unicorn. Not A unicorn. THE unicorn. The one and only unicorn. I would resemble perfection, a manifestation of divinity. I would be able to say that I have my own identity and not one soul in the world would be able to rip that away from me.

If only I were a unicorn.

Thursday.

2008-10-30T10:56:00.000+08:00

Thursday. The day which evenings I have chosen to fill with Latin American dance class. The day I get to see my best friend each week. Sometimes Saturdays and Sundays get that privilege, too. But Thursdays are a given.

This Thursday, I am sitting cross-legged on my mother's revolving office chair, listening to "Light & Easy" music with my vision blurring as I am typing this. I think I should go get my contact lens checked out later in the evening, après dance class, of course. Oh, and I have to go fulfill my tau fu far craving, too. That is essential for my sole being.

Okay, I am aware I said I would not be blogging until exams are over, but really, it's too early for me to sit here and memorize names of microorganisms. It's just too much. Especially since I have not had my breakfast yet. A small packet of nasi lemak awaits me.

Sha is on her way to Penang now. Pfft. Lucky people who don't need to take SPM. -.- How I envy them. I cannot take this any longer. I'm going to run down to the pharmacy and get myself a bottle of eyedrops, then stop by 7-Eleven, get a packet of strawberry milk then resume this post. =p

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I am back! Sans strawberry milk. 'Cause I didn't think the eyedrops would cost so much. But it is good. Feels better than my other eyedrops. Tummy is growling. It wants food. Food it shall get.

I know, this whole post is just random ramblings. I have lost my blogging mojo. The blame is on SPM. Til then. Loves!

Stolen.

2008-10-29T11:56:00.001+08:00

*pops blog post cherry*

Welcome to the very first post of this blog.

There's not much to say as my stupid SPM examinations are coming up, so I'm just going to leave it at that and continue blogging AFTER the exams. Loves!