It is official. I hate insects, bugs, or the Creation of God otherwise known as the Insecta genus. I will not hestitate to whip out my trusty rolled-up newspaper mace in an effort to eliminate them. This bloody mosquito is having its lucky day today. The bugger sucked on my blood around-I've lost count of them-8 TIMES!!!!!!It's driving me nuts!It MUST DIEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Anyway, the sec 4s this year is quite a bunch. What the ruddy hell are you thinking of? Forsaking your POP just because we won't give in to your demands of having to stay overnight. Well then, it is forsaken. Too bad. And Amirah is being such a b*h. Her face resembles a toad. Which brings to mind-Dolores Umbridge. The two of them are them are ruddy the same. Add that to an isanely high banshee-like voice and you get an Alice-in-Wonderland creation-something horrendous.

The design and savoir faire shows are killing me. They are making cookies layered with sumptuous pink cream and chocolate icing. Then comes the mother of all choclate fudge cake. Holey macaroney! I'd kill for cake right now.

You know these fluorescent lights? Sometimes they attract these huge moths. When that happens, I feel like bycotting electricity and using candles instead. Then these moths can be attracted to the firelight and be burnt. Sorry for the sadistic thought. I had the last straw yesterday when I was watching Desperate Housewives-great episode, yesterday by the way-when a moth flew past me and got hidden. That I can handle. Suddenly it fluttered all around the room, bothering me. I got angry and went on a killing spree.

My mind was concentrating on the TV, but somehow, my eyes were darting around the room, finding the blasted thing. I hit everything that moved. Finally, the sucker was on my bed. Wasting no chance, I hit the moth with my trusty newspaper mace and squashed it with a cry of triumph.

All was not over.

As if on cue, another moth flew around the room. It rested on the ceiling. What else- two squashes later and it landed into the dustbin.

Lesson learnt: Never.agitate.me.

Anyway,the LOTR soundtrack is great. FOTR's soundtrack is all about the Nasgul and escaping the allies of Sauron. A lot of the Descending Third Theme can be heard.TTT's soundtrack is, well, abysmal. Not much of a say anyway. The last is always and id the best. ROTK's soundtrack is somewhat more emotional-with the lush waltz like version of "The White Rider" and the highly alfreh hitchcock's psycho-music-that'll-will-drive-you-outta-your-mind music of Shelob's lair.

One thing about the holidays.

I hate them! I absolutely abhor them. The holidays are times when I rot at home, watching the acursed black box for the whole day. Revision does not even occur in my mind at all. However, after five antagonizing hours on the computer, my head is feeling really light. The thought of doing homework seems really appetizing.

I badly want to go to school. It gives life a meaning. I wonder what do all the juvenile delinquents do when they skip school. Suck on the bloody faggot the whole day long?Boy- that'll be pretty dry-no pun intended by the way.

i cant update my blog.

i have lots of things to say on my mind now.

i have no idea why,

but these OBS and LMSC things are downright pain in the ass.

stop breathing down my neck.

ill give you a situation.

i had the mind not to go for OBS.

wanted to really go for LMSC.

but after the talk about OBS by sir hafidz,

hui xian did not want to go.

so she told mr yapp that i too wanted to go.

no curses in any languages i could spew out at that momment.

so now mr azam thinks i'm going for OBS.

holeyshitfuckingassholebasketmbaiserd'arvit!

that means im off the list for lmsc.

what the fucking hell right?

thanks so much hui xian.

telling azam that im not going will tick him off-yet again.

and then there is this stupidly irritating I&E journal that i must do.

what the heck.

i'll just do it tomorrow lah.

so now this OBS\LMSC thing is the one thing on my mind.

i wanna get it off.

how?

ARGH!

then come this group of idiots.

anti-sHafiq group.

yeah whatever.

dont give two hoots bout them.

to the anti sHafiq group.

should you find my website yet again.

i tell you: whatever.

your message exudes stupidity at its lowest.

heck,

even a worm can think bloody damn well better than you dim-witted,

bloody toads.

Tis' a ruddy shame that your genus is named homo sapiens.

it means,to you uneducated people,wise men.

over my dead body.

wise my feet.

get that?

asinus asinorum seclurae seclurum.

that's what you are.

its in latin you dumb witted faggots.

whats the meaning?

find out yourselves.

you may call me bossy or whatever.

but no shit for shit.

at least i have the QUALITY.

what have you got under your belt?

NONE.NADA.ZILCH.NIHIL.

so shut the ruddy trap before your brain functions to think on what to type.

sin cera,

sYafiq.

a book to recommend.

Q & A

by

V...

V...

V....something.

anyway.

this book is ggreat.

skeleton of the story:

one boy,

Ram Mohammad Thomas

decides to take part in a game.

namely,

Who Wants to be a Billionnaire?

AAND.

with lady luck smiling on him,

he WINS the billion rupees.

that's it.

and they live happily ever after.

NOT!

now,

the producers of the show are suing him for cheating.

he denies it flatly.

he tells his lawyer

that it is luck and his life experience that got through.

listen to his story of love, death, betrayal, even voodoo, and of course,

his birth.

the story really pulls your heart.

the social standard in India is indeed cruel.

the rich mingle with rich.

while the poor are treated like dirt on the roads.

the ending?

won't tell ya.

go buy the book already.

i'm sick of going to bookshops and seeing all the Da Vinci code lookalikes.

(the Da Vinci Code movie is NC16!!!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!COME ON!!!!!CRAP LAH!!!!)

such as 'The Templar.." or "a secret that the Vatican had..."

plegh.

anyway.

i'm getting a DVD tomorrow.

a will not probably suffice.

i think two will.

that's better.

either that or the Lord of the Rings Soundtrack.

its waaaay far at Heeren.

or City hall.

should i?

looking back on my old posts.

cant believe i used to spell like mats and minahs.

e.g. aniwae, todae, plaes, liaox (!!) et cetera.

you know,

one should really sit down in a mosque during mahgrib.

the feeling is...

cannot be put in words.

the serenity...

the calmness...

the cool air on your face...

makes you wanna sit in there and just,

dzikir.

ANYHOO.

never go to bedok corner on a SUNDAY.

the most lousiest service EVER.

but, i must admit though,

that the fish and chips is mouth-watering.

i lost the previous post which i had typed.

stupid computer.

too lazy to type it again.

i lost the previous post which i had typed.

stupid computer.

too lazy to type it again.

i lost the previous post which i had typed.

stupid computer.

too lazy to type it again.

i lost the previous post which i had typed.

stupid computer.

too lazy to type it again.

the exams are

over.

well,

kinda.

tommorrow's Eng and MT paper 2 so no need to do much.

after a week of 'happy' mugging,

it is OVER.

yeahhhh.

i reap what i sow?

maybe.

the geog paper sucked BIG time.

didnt study that much cos' chemistry was on that day.

almost wanted to burst.

all the information made my head throbb.

soo happy that this thing is all over.

maths.

goodness.

paper 2 was heart-wrenching.

almost wanted to scream out in frustration.

and nazri said that it was EASY.

he must be BONKERS.

firstly there was GRAPH.

mr tan didnt say that there was gonna be GRAPH.

then there were these fucking angle of depression shit.

i was like

what the hell is this?

physics was smooth sailing.

quite confident.

social studies.

was panicky.

my hand writing sucked,

and rachel could write damn 4 pages WITH neat handwriting.

4 DAMN PAGES!!!!

while i wrote a measly two pages.

handwriting was untangible.

good luck to the teachers marking my paper.

haha.

anyway.

camp coming.

but the NCOs aint doing anything about it.

blargh.

paper 1 today was great.

although the formal letter was a bit more like those hercule poirot.

i said that three of them played softball

mike was annoying the other one with the bat.

cliche as ever,

she\he hit the car.

then the quiet one went to take it.

got cut in teh process.

Rex saw the whole thing from afar.

the compo was not so bad.

chose the wisdom and courage question.

suddenly the september 911 appeared in my mind.

was writing and writing.

knew i was overshot.

like what the heck lah.

malay was ok.

proud in my letter.

first time i filled one whole foolscape.

and the karangan was sorta ok.

wanted to do the karangan question,

but my planning involved a brooch.

didnt knew what a brooch was called in malay,

so i skipped the question.

did the argumentative.

ANYWAY.

fell in love with Strauss' Waltzes.