i have an obsession for anti-heroes.

yesterday night, i dreamnt that i had kfc with clement. today, me and a few others went to kfc in an attempt to fulfill the dream. and we did.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

i'm blogging because i have time to kill today. being out of the team indefinitely means that i'm relatively free and less prone to fatigue nowadays. about the fiasco, it was uncalled for and i don't know if the school is gonna take further actions on me.

the act was semi-planned on my part, really. i was up the whole night contemplating if i should do it or not, weighing the pros and cons and when i came to the decision, i prepared myself mentally for the morning. it's simple really. the speech was heavily edited and i'm not gonna read out something which did not come from me. heck, i was even googling up on joey barton the whole night, the bad boy of epl, the guy who's riddled with disciplinary problems because of incidents outside the field and thought, "dammit, i'll be joey tomorrow and show them how controversies are properly done. let's just go crazy."

and i did carry out the action, guessing correctly that he would reciprocate hellish-mad. a few teachers talked to me after the fiasco and ironically or surprisingly, the teacher who made the most sense was ms aminah. she addressed the whole class and brought up certain issues that really got my heart after knowing what she had done for me.

post-fiasco, things look normal. i'm being nonchalant in class and also avoiding teachers for practical reasons, to escape their long lecture of how they disapprove of my doings. i'm sick of it all, to be honest. the student population, some praised my actions, out of sincerity or out of pity, god knows but i want to thank those who were there for me. you people should know who you are. hah. i'm as bad as joey barton now.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

"please let me to introduce myself,
i'm a man of wealth and taste."

i'm still feeling the after-effects of mark's badass 18th birthday party. disappointed myself again that night albeit all the fun, probably the reason why i'm not ready to be talking about anything. about the incident, i'll definitely blog about it but i just can't find the right thoughts to it for now.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

this week has been horribly bad, really. i'm just glad that it's over. but i'm quite satisfied with my weekend. i got my much needed sleep, managed to get the album of the uber hot female french band, les plastiscines and also mikhail bulgakov's the master and the margarita.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

british indie pop girl group, the pipettes, bringing back the 60s. bring me becki, with her short hair and the secretary glasses.

your kisses are wasted on me

"They tried to make me go to rehab
but I said No, No, No."

good god i just woke up. well yesterday was pretty fly because we had some badass training session in the morning until in the afternoon under the ridiculously hot weather and later on at night, i dragged myself out for a session with the lads after weeks of saying to them, "nah, not tonight," for frapps and bunny-watching. so after that, with me in quarters and flip flops, we made our way to clarke quay until god knows what time. three-quarters and flip flops around clarke quay on a saturday night. good god, i'm badass.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

saturday night wrist: eh please go and get one
saturday night wrist: cos they're awesome
taufika: i have to be an infidel to do that
saturday night wrist: but why? ok how about you get a religious tattoo
saturday night wrist: that way it's a compromise
taufika: whahahahah

i want martina's tattoos.