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the not-so-anonymous moi

Shafienas Salleh - 18 on going 19.
I believe that a girl can dream any dream she wants.

Laugh. Dance. Love.
That one day will come.

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adieu to you too

aminah
fatimah
fazari
haikal
haniffa
hazel
jannah
munirah
musfirah
raidah
safiah
wida


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Friday, January 30, 2009
TGIF
10:23:00 PM

oh man, today marks the last day of empty canteen, no-traffic hallways, unused classrooms and lonely staircase. tsk, i've grown attached to the silent school and then suddenly, those younglings are coming already! and don't they dare take our famous spots and usual hang-outs! and oh, they better stay far away from all my dearest heartthrobs, whoever they may be! (oh yes jannah, i feel your pain.) LAUGH OUT LOUD.

in light of the college road race (Parada Olympica - yes, wth!) all the PE teachers are out to really torture us. 6 (or 7) rounds around the track and 2 sets of those ugly strengthening - cruntches, push-up and and the 'mermaid' stretch. urrrgggh! but me being the great and mighty nurulshafienasbintesalleh did only 5 rounds and too little of those strengthening that i can't rmbr how much i did and managed to not get caught. haha - it's all in the timing people. watch and learn next time. rules are meant to be broken and sometimes it's alright to do wrong things.

speaking of wrong, i think this someone is being an OGL with all the wrong state of mind. to you: if you think you can't handle the pressure, then why do it in the first place? and this is besides the fact that you've already experienced it. wth! haven't you heard: failing to plan is planning to fail. no wonder you failed your first attempt of planning the same thing, it's because you had this pathetic attitude and stupid ego of yours. you can even boast about how you didn't sleep the entire night and try to give some motivating speech at the end of it, but you just don't give a damn at what you were supposed to do at that time in front of me and you think i am at least interested by those fun moments - save it okay beacuse i'm NOT! your brain is just as rusty as yourself. you went on blabbering about those times that you've forgotten to bring yourself back to the present time. hello!!!?? is your brain still functioning or is there nothing to begin with? there are a lot more other people who have CCA and SYF, and if your fucking president can at least show some commitment, then don't you dare give me those lame excuses and try to fake it with your ugly smile. coming late was one thing, trying leave to early is another. oh how i wish i can slap your face, so hard you'd even forget you existed! you act as if you have great leadership potential, but actually you've just proven that you are only as clever as a goldfish - what crap! if this doesn't work out, i swear i blame it all on you and your fucking, irritating and confidence that it just won't work that you weren't even bothered to at least try to make it work in the first place. if it does, you're the last person i'll give credits to, that is if i'm kind enough. sheesh, which dumb person actually made you an OGL huh? { i can go on and write a million word essay on this, but you've wasted enough of my too precious time, miss-C.}

they said it's going to be dominated by a whole list of malay chickies - oh well, so are we still putting them on the beauty scale? LOL - inside joke. orientation should be fun, i think since so many people i know and just-know are involved in it. being part of the finale comm is definitely depressing, and that doesn't include the planning part yet - oh holy! but i'll have my time chilling with sell-oh-mars and joy-ah at our GMS station. {eh, who else is C6, huh? please let there be someone i know be with me. but then again, who don't i know?} oh and siti and i are definitely hosts for the finale night, ROCK ON! siti insists she says her full name since there's someone else bearing the same name so i'm cool with it, my name is just too unique/special/sweet/beautiful to have any incompetent copycat. {forget it you younglings - even if you do, i'm still the number 1. idk for what, but i rule.}

(a little peek for finale:)
Siti: before we begin, i'm Siti Khairunnisa but you can call me siti.
Me: and i'm Nurul Shafienas, but you can call me tonight or anytime!
(we'll be rockstars for the night, and i'll do the curtsey graciously.)

i'll remember to save stories for my two sweethearts (jenab johnson/danny jones and gay-ah/nadirah) who are not in it for orientation 09. confirm - i'll have a full report back for you! and oh, please keep a look out for my favourite mama-mia okay? continue being oh-so-nice and smiley, even to the others. remember: stay healthy so you can be alert in class, when we're not there to make noises! if you want sweets in lectures to keep you alert, ask me (though sweets are not healthy, right?). i'll gladly give it, even to those friendly strangers. if you see me, strike a pose here and there. ohhhh and we must do the latest walk in town and the talking! get into formation people - we'll rock the school. somehow, i wished we had a school bus to drive us to school, and then we'd get down the bus like we owe the school. eh but if you have stories too, don't forget them too!

okay enough of this post already, or i won't stop. and OH thank god it's friday.

p.s. how long has it been again? we're good now, but i still remember the time we weren't. your act is good, really - oh i applaud you for that. we'd be fine again for real, right? go away you PMS-shit, go with the wind! shoo, and don't disturb me.
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