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Nostalgiaaaa

2010-06-07T23:07:00.002+08:00

Wow, I haven't checked this place out in months! Well figures, with everyone busy with exams, work attachments and just life in general who has time to blog anymore? (kecuali org jobless seperti saya and maybe sarah :P) Don't think there's a point to this post really... So if you're expecting some flashy ending, beat it sucker.

Funny how just a few years ago we were running around MS doing random shit, never in a million years would I imagine us to reach this point of driving around, preparing for uni, looking for a house. Scary is what it is... But I guess that's life/

Guess what I really want to say is... I miss the Panatzorist days :'(

giggle

2009-09-10T06:28:00.002+08:00

I miss bruneian humour...

...I bet this was what the makciks and pakciks were muttering under their breath as I sped past.

Warning: Heavy Stuff Ahead.

2009-07-20T18:20:00.002+08:00

Two distant relatives of mine are currently being hospitalised, and I honestly admit I haven't gone to visit either one of them. No, I'm not heartless. I just find hospital visits very difficult to deal with, especially if the patients are diagnosed with incurable illnesses.

How do you deal with it? I can't; it makes me cry. I can't stand the sight of their helpless bodies having long trasparent wires and sharp needles jutting out of their skin, which are connected to various odd contraptions which help keep them alive. They're normally asleep from the anaesthetics given to help reduce the excruciating pain of the disease, the wounds from surgery, and the action of drugs combined. Sometimes they have oxygen masks on their faces, and that's even more painful to see. You can hear them struggling to breathe, and you can observe their chest rise and fall slowly, fearing that it would suddenly stop.

I prefer them asleep, because once they wake, the dams break; I cry. Visitors pretend to be cheerful around The Patient, asking how The Patient is feeling, telling The Patient what's going on in the world beyond the white hospital walls... it seems like a happy scene. But if you look into the eyes of The Patient, you can see that The Patient's smile does not quite reach the eyes. They are often a dull, gray colour, lacking life, longing life. You can see that the disease has drained all the joy and sparkle the eyes had, and flooded them with pain and torture. Yet The Patient pretends that s/he feels better, and wishes the visitors to remember him/her in their prayers. The Patient says this with all his/her strength, and once the short conversation is over and the visitors are asked to leave, The Patient retreats to dreamland, away from the pain of being awake, not knowing if s/he will witness tomorrow or not.

What's worse is if the doctor concludes that there is no more hope for The Patient, and that The Patient may go home to die. What should the family do now? It's easy for others to say that the family should accept whatever happens, and pray to God for some sort of miracle, but can they honestly do that? Even the tough, full-grown sons would cry, and the once jet-setting daughters would gather around The Patient's deathbed, leaving all their diamonds and mansions behind, hugging the family members tight and whispering in The Patient's ear how much they loved him/her. Family is the only thing that matters at this stage.

Nope, I really can't cope with that.

Pasal mua mu bida...

2009-06-03T06:14:00.002+08:00

Living in the shallow, materialistic and superficial world we live in now it's a wonder how many people survive (barely...) each day. Of course life would be a breeze if you were a tall, slender young lady with double Ds and a stunning face; or perhaps a well-built footballer with a strong jaw and killer smile. But how many people look like greek Gods and Godesses anyway?

For mere mortals like me you have to work for it. Study hard to get good grades. Put in massive effort to look good and buff up my personality to get people's attention. Heaven sent girls who look like angels would get everything they want just by flashing a smile.

Don't believe me?

Picture this, imagine you're working as a sale's assistant in a store and two people walk in simultaneously. One of them looks hot and the other is bald and fat, which one will you be compelled to attend to? If you say, the hot one then point made. If you say the fat one, I say bullshit lah you~

The truth of the matter is, looks do matter and pretty soon all the pretty people will rule the world as they have everyone else wrapped around their manicured finger. I'm gonna stop ranting now *read the tittle*

The anti anti-poklen

2009-05-21T18:42:00.004+08:00

Nis wrote one on this earlier on so I'd just like to add on.

Aight, I know we've been all.. "Hahaha bida jua orang poklen ani eh. Cawir... " But never in a million years would I consider myself to be an anti-poklen. Sure when we see them shuffling siring sungai we chuckle heartily to ourselves and we make fun of how they have all the time in the world 2 TeXt LyK DiZ BeB~

However, after months of being away from The land of unexpected treasures I kinda started to miss them boys in baggy spitfire T-shirts with their jeans so low it might as well be on their ankles. I miss walking around at The Mall and encountering a group of boys with their 'Buuuiiii's and 'Mateee pacah~' echoing against the walls putting on their karas face.

Quite frankly, they're all just like you and me. Take away the gerai gadong clothes, the bicycle parts blingage and remove the home made piercings and you've got a regular teen who just wants to have fun. Life in Brunei without these poklens would be horrendous. Brunei would not be what it is now and all of us would definitely not be who we have grown to be today.

So stop dissing biyotches.

Poklens are people too <3

The first ever kali

2009-05-21T18:28:00.012+08:00

I have an exam tomorrow and I haven't studied shit for that. I know I should study for that but something caught my eye this morning. I've been thinking a great deal about it. Even during classes and everyone knows how blasphemous that is for me because well. It's me, Nis. So anyway.

I'm not sure how to say it as, I don't know the word, politely as possible? Maybe I'm just deprived of poklen contacts but what's up with the major poklen hate? I mean, sure, we do make fun of them more than often right here but I don't think we ever got as far as HATING them.

This may seem like a post written with specific people in mind and I may have 455 people (It increases by the second. How exciting.) hating me after this but I have to do this.

Anti-poklens.

They go "Oh my God. I hate poklens. I hope they catch wabak selesma khinzir and DIE." Then a few minutes later (or before), they'll say, "What is a poklen really?"

A lot of people have tried to define the word "poklen" but failed.

Poklens are annoying, poklens can't type, poklens listen to radios, poklens dress cawer and/or lanji, poklens suka shuffle, poklens prefer Friendster over Facebook, poklens punya English bida, poklens this, poklens that. Truth is, no one can really say what is a poklen and where poklen comes from.

Then how can you say you hate poklens?

You say that poklens think they're oh-so-cool. Do you think you're cool for hating something that no one really knows what it means? Are you just jumping the bandwagon?

For all we know, I could be a poklen. I listen to the radio. She could be a poklen. She dresses lanji-ly. He could be a poklen. He knows how to shuffle. You could be a poklen. You go to the mall often. We could be poklens. We think we know what poklens do and say. There's a little bit of poklen-ism in everyone of us.

It is a harsh reality to face but...anti-poklens. YOU are the POKLENS.

If you reject the above views because you KNOW what a poklen is and think what I just said is bullocks, I have another one. Try imagining a life without poklens. How is it? Idyllic? Stress-free?

You may think it is. But really think about it. Our lives will basically remain the same or turn for the worse.

We exist because poklens exist. Without poklens, we have no source of entertainment. Who are we going to mock? Retarded kids? That's just mean. At least with poklens being a complex issue in terms of its definition, we're not directly doing any harm to anyone. Nothing that I am aware of anyway.

Each country has their own little society that is like the kid in the every family that people try to ignore because s/he shoves crayons in his/her nose. It's part of life. But come on. What other country can say they have their own little community of spitfire-wearing individuals who like to shuffle and say "yaw"?

Do people tYp!Ng L!k3 D!$ really annoy you? Stop talking to poklens on MSN. Or stop going on MSN. Or Yahoo.

Does the word "Buiii" really bother you? Think of it as the malay version of "man" or "dude". Because it really is. How come people can say "dude" or "man" but not "bui"?

You can call me si taie (or even a poklen) for saying the things I've said. I know I'm at least a little bit right. Give me evidence to show that what I've said is wrong, I'll believe anything you say.

Sorry this whole post is all jumbled up. I had to leave it for some time and kind of forgot what the whole point was of the sentence was. Will recheck when I can and try to make more sense. ALSO. Esok exam.

what

2009-05-20T19:40:00.002+08:00

How nice. I had a dream where I had a heated argument about Twisties with some dude and someone licked my uniform.

It was terrifying.

...and...I forgot what this was supposed be all about. uh. I like kamu punya poems.

Oh right. I want to know kenapa orang google "baju kurung" and arrive here? Rather scary. Have I mentioned this before? I'm sorry if I have.

Going now. English ku mikin ancur. Good luck with kamu semua punya exam.

Nah ko Wan. Pasal kau buat aku guilty.

2009-05-18T18:05:00.002+08:00

Well, inda pulang.

I had this major weird dream the other night. I was in a chem tuition class even though I'm not a chem student; I was just there pasal aku ho and aku suka rakat sama boyfriendku who happened to be this cina tagap tinggi lampai yang aku nampak bellybuttonnya saja.

Skali kan.

Ada announcement arah PA system menyuruh aku naik ke atas to 'the balcony'. Then I was like, "INDAKUMAU. AKU MAU SAMA BOYFRIENDKU CINA!" Tapi kana pajal so I had to go jua. Turns out, this certain prince of Brunei mau aku dangani ia belajar, so I agreed lah, pasal aku pussy kan say no to a royalty member like a typical Bruneian. I won't say siapa that prince pasal karang ada tia KDN bunuh aku.

We got close in that dream. He was younger than me so he looked up to me like a sister. Ia baiikkkkk brabis dalam mimpiku, but he was an asshole to other people. Arah ku saja ia baik (prasan much?). Then kami jadi macam siblings. Sampai aku introduce ia arah my friends jua, and Aisah came to hang out at the istana with me.

But then ada this scene with Aisah being a slut pasal cousinnya ada. macam apakan? She wore panties and a corset. saja.

The dream ends with me being in a romantic relationship with the prince. Ada x-rated scenes jua. Seronok besar.

But it's disgusting how we were 'siblings' first then 'lovers'. That count as incest?

Anyway, the true aim behind this post is that I wrote a poem inspired by that dream. Jangan plagiarise ah. Don't be a copypussy.

Romeo and Rebecca

There was this legend about a girl,
She had a secret unknown to the world,
She was madly in love with a fine fellow,
Her name was Rebecca and Adam was her Romeo.

Rebecca’s the least person you’d expect,
To be with Adam; someone so perfect,
Because she’s kind of awkward, and a whole lot strange,
Whereas Adam was flawless; nothing could be changed.

However, they were madly in love,
A feeling so passionate, it shook the heavens above,
Just one look into each other’s eyes,
Would send them flying beyond the skies.

You may ask why their romance is kept a secret,
The thing is, Adam’s a prince, so you better zip it,
He’s a real prince of royal descent,
But Rebecca’s just a loser, someone non-existent.

The king wouldn’t like it, neither would the queen,
So they had to meet in secret, without being seen,
They would meet at night, in the strangest places,
Like somewhere in the woods, without familiar faces.

Rebecca’s always being laughed at when she’s in school,
Adam’s the opposite; he’s known for being cool,
He’s a real jerk though, but only to others,
Rebecca, he’ll treat like a goddess.

Though he’s an asshole, people bow at his feet,
Just because he’s a prince, his orders they heed,
With Rebecca, he’ll be completely different,
He’ll be nice and sweet, and never petulant.

One day, Rebecca’s bullying got a bit too much,
Her clothes were torn off and her private parts touched,
Everyone just watched, cheering and laughing,
Then they left her there, limp and crying.

That night, Adam consoled her,
And asked her to be with him forever,
Rebecca was ecstatic, and jumped jubilantly,
She answered ‘yes’ almost immediately.

The next day, Rebecca’s mother got the shock of her life,
Because she found Rebecca, Adam’s new wife,
Motionless and cold, lying on the bed,
It was far too late; Rebecca was dead.

She overdosed from sleeping pills,
It surely wasn’t against her will,
Prince Adam wanted Rebecca forever, so it’s seems,
But ‘Romeo and Rebecca’ was just a delusional dream.

BAHAGIA KO WAN? apeh, angst :P

Elephant Juice

2009-05-04T08:52:00.002+08:00

I just had an arguement with zati about... Jeng jeng jeng... Platonic relationships.

Me, being the sceptic/pessimist/bitter old lady that I am, believe that there's no such thing. Well maybe there is but it is highly unlikely. A platonic relationship to me will only work if:-

1) one of them (or both) are already in a relationship
2) one of them are seriously hideous that no sane person would ever consider being with them
3) they're related (2nd cousins or something)

Cos well quite frankly the whole point of us being organisms are to reproduce and die. It's a built in mechanism that no one can deny. So being of the opposite gender with all these hormones swimming around, once you get close to someone there will be something there. Maybe not exactly the whole shabang but there will be something.

We've got this pathetic need to be loved and touched and shit, so when you've found someone who's willing to give you that attention, of course things will divert to somewhere you never thought it would lead (or did you?)

That's what I think anyway. I'm sure most will disagree but the fun part will be you trying to convince me that I'm wrong.

Bring it.

Oi Wanabanana

2009-04-28T19:38:00.005+08:00

Mine's on schedule. And it has been for quite some time.

But if you want random.

"Damn" is a Latin word and it means condemnation. There is once a very intellectual lady pope who died a horrible horrible death after they found out she's a lady when her baby popped out of her uterus during a pope convention thing in public and they all thought the baby was an Antichrist. After that, they invented a chair where you can look up the pope's skirt to see if he's really a dude. Also, apparently it is physically impossible for Italians to grow beards.

And here's uplifting.

In the play Julius Caesar, Marc Antony starts a triumvirate with Octavius and Lepidus. Once in charge, Marc Antony starts murdering the Romans, including his own cousin, so his army gets more money from Julius Caesar's will so they can win against in-the-closet Brutus and faggy bi-polar Cassius. Marc Antony wants to kill Lepidus because he thinks Lepidus is dumb and as useful as a horse but Octavius says "LOLWAT. PAY ATTENTION TO THE BATTLE" and since Marc Antony secretly wants to bang Octavius, he didn't kill Lepidus.

In the end, Marc Antony wins against goody-goody-two-shoes Brutus (who kills himself when he found Cassius dead beside the dead body of Cassius's ~~lover~~ bestfriend, what'shisname, who killed himself when he found out Cassius killed himself because he thought what'shisname was killed by their enemies). Although it was Marc Antony's army that won the battle for them, Octavius becomes the leader of the homoerotic Roman(s?) and their swooshy white dresses after the battle because he's Julius Caesar adopted son or something.

So Shakespeare is telling us that it's okay to be an a-hole who backstabs people; in fact you'll succeed in life if you are one. But you can be the leader if you're more focused on what you want to do. And know someone who used to be a leader and are like "YO HOMIE *secret handshake here*" with him/her. That-one-dude's words ring true when he says, "Shakespeare is a homo."

GODDAMN YOU I'M TRYING TO STUDY FOR MY EXAM IT IS IN TWO WEEKS OR SOMETHING ~~OH GOD WHAT REALLY HAPPENS IN JULIUS CAESAR~~

ಠ_ಠ

OI BUDAK!

2009-04-26T02:00:00.002+08:00

*brushes away all the cobwebs, vacuums all the dust bunnies and gasaks away all the taie cicak*

God damn it's been ages since anyone's posted in here. Kurang ajar.. Blog sorang2 active masih tapi ani nada kamu ingau ah? Cis... If this place was a dog.. eh haram... If this place was a cat, cangkir sudah ni nada kana bagi makan, love nor affection.

Are you all too busy with your lives to give a rat's ass about this place we used to consider our very own little cyber patch of heaven? Are you too cool to admit that you're a Panatzorist? No more uplifting, random posts? No more, looking back on the good times? No more, all for one and one for all?

No. You're all too busy shopping. Or hanging out with friends. Or seeing some boy. Or eating junk. Guess this place is dead after all...

My pathetic speech to make you guys guilty. Come one guys, post something once in a while. Let's get this show back on the road eh?

sigh

2009-01-26T05:32:00.000+08:00

I miss how things use'd to be...

When two friends become utterly jobless...

2009-01-12T06:21:00.002+08:00

...we write poklen poems.

Here's to you.

Lepakz di tanggaz

chillin' aut in de sters

aint no one anywear nears

juz de two of kamiz

i swer ini bukan romantiz

ew, i is not gay kali ah. mama mu barangkali lah...

jan cematu eh.

eh suri bui, no openz

it okeh, we stil prenz

anewai, we so cool man. sit2 listen music

ya man, bang our hed til we get sic!

we listen to likin pak yo

shuffle2 lyk a pro

our bajus is spitpayer original

hadiah exam dari sir zainal

awu eh, we the very smat chicks

our buiprengz has very big dickz

yes, as big as kelupis auntie munah

no no, as big as auntie munah!

and dey're face very hencem

bukan mcm buiprenmu bau masem

yes, ur buipren stinkz!

why 2 me he owez winkz???

tonite we are go to mall wif dem

we will chil lepak2 minum kopi tiam

yes, we will smok on west street

opps, pleas dun tell mummy, daddy and amit!

alright, now we got 2 go

we got 2 c our fello hos

hope u lyk our kewl poem

if u don den just DIAM!

Inggris makin crap sejak ke UK.

Love,
Wan and Zat.

Dead dead dead

2009-01-12T01:18:00.002+08:00

Everytime someone says this place is dead
My heart gets chipped in the corners
as it overflows with dread
It may be apparent, It may be true
But don't want to believe it
I refuse to accept the truth

Cos this blog represents the best thing in my life
it represents the relationship I have with my pals
So if this place is abandoned and left to rot
what does that say about us?
Do you want me to stop?

Distance destroys everything
Love fades because of it
but I thought we all could last
I thought we could reach the summit

So please don't say this blog is dead
even though it may be true
cos this is all I have right now
It's the only thing that links me to you

AKU EMO PASAL AKU NDA BEDUIT. Plus I think I sound gay XD

searching

2008-12-16T13:06:00.002+08:00

I can't believe I still haven't found my missing Panatzorists dogtag.

This sucks ):
PISS.

Shake your booty

2008-10-19T21:35:00.003+08:00

Hey ho, a not-so-depressing post for once. Yes, I, Syazwana Bte Haji Souyono, proud 3rd Granddaughter of Dato Haji Mustafa and foe to your pet hamsters, shall break out of this boohoo-we're-not-in-the-same-continent shit and shall go back to doing what we panatzorists do best; babble.

As some of you might know, I am currently studying in an all girls school. This experience has been both pure turtore but also trivial. It has really got my head thinking. What've I been thinking about, you ask?

Boobs and balls.

Well, selalu plang ku pikirkan but not in this context.

Here I see boobs every waking hour, in school I see girls with the top half of their buttons popped open and at the college house, girls in bras and towels. I get the boob parade at the college house but the cleavage fiesta in school? Ludacris.

Mainly because, it's a friggin all girls school. There's no one to impress! Unless of course, you plan to hook up with the fat physics teacher, the bald lab technician or the peverted school cook. In which case, boh kadui you have issues. Boys don't have this problem do they? They don't walk around with their dangly bits dancing around. They don't open their zip to let their 'buddy' take a peek. Why why WHY?!

If they can keep their privates locked away then why can't we girls? Have we no self worth? Have we no other way of attracting members of the opposite gender? I just don't get it. I just don't. So whoever does, please feel free to onlighten me.

Thank you.

to you.

2008-10-06T06:23:00.002+08:00

Short post made of words that matter.

I miss kamu. I miss US.

Panatzorists forever<33

xoxoxo,

Zati Panatzorists 05

Affirmative

2008-09-28T09:06:00.001+08:00

Yes, this blog is indeed...

dead.

dead.

dead.

Beam yourself up, Scotty

2008-09-14T13:34:00.002+08:00

For Wana who's feeling a bit BLEH

I wrote this right after sahur
Though it may look like it's made of poo
I made it especially for you
Just thought you'd appreciate it more

So I heard you're feeling low
Thinking your English is shit
And you don't know where to go
In the land of fish and chips
Sure the others are lucky
When you compare it to theirs
Your life there seems so dreary

But we're Scott and Pam

Some people think we're dumb
But what do they all know
So maybe we're quite slow
At least we make life fun
We're always throwing parties
And no one's invited
No one but you and me, Scotty
'Cause it's all in our head

Well, that's how it used to be
Now your new best friend is your bed
Why are your moves so hesitant?
You used to be really confident
There's no one at the party
'Cause it has come to an end
I can't even find you there
Why did you let that happen?

You hold the little black book key
It'll lead you to worlds so unknown
That no one else but you can see
Though you can't; not until you've grown
But, Scotty, just how can you shine
If you're always feeling gloomy
With all my life I guarded that key
Don't tell me it's a waste of time

So here's my conclusion:
Just treat it like just another mission
Though we don't get to use guns
But the times we've had were fun
Why should this be any different?
This time I'm throwing the party
And I'll be waiting for you there
So cheer up, dear Scotty
'Cause you're not alone.

They taped over your mouth

2008-09-13T05:12:00.002+08:00

I don't know whether any of you guys will be reading this, but I just wanna say that...

I MISS YOU GUYS SO FUCKING MUCH!!!

Aku rindu the lame Bruneian humour, aku rindu discussions kami yg explicit, aku rindu the love we shower each other walaupun dalam diam.

*sigh*

And it's only been a week.

SO not dead

2008-09-06T09:23:00.002+08:00

This blog is NOT dead.

I repeat, NOT DEAD.

Since Nisah deleted her blog or something (Yeah Nis, I noticed), she MUST update here. The rest I can't promise since I don't know whether we'll have accessible internet connection but rest assured Nis, I will post here. Well, I'll try anyway.

Predictions in two years time...

Zati, will turn into a fashionista with designer Jeans and wicked dresses. Sporting over-developed calves as a result of walking in 7 inch stilletos all day. Boys faint at the mere sight of her armpit hair, while the girls all stare at her while she sleeps.

Nisah, will be the 'It' girl in MS. With a trail of people behind her, she wows the teachers with her grades and the students with her personality. Girls wanna be like her, Boys wanna nail her. Next thing you know, she'll marry a prince. or Ben Burnley. Either way, she's a lucky biyotch.

Sarah, will be the next top pornstar. With 100000000001 boyfriends, she's got hommies to last a lifetime. "Panatzorists? what's that? It's that like a new birth control pill or somethinnn?", she'll utter in her husky voice that she took up to improve business. Oh and she grew taller by like 0.001 cm. Congrats!

Me? I'll just be bald *shrugs*

Haha

2008-09-05T22:33:00.002+08:00

I find it hilarious that most strangers who had stumbled upon this blog had typed "What is poklen" in google. Then again, I've been finding everything hilarious these past few weeks but that matters not. This is still hilarious.

So.

Everyone knows by now that Zat, Sar and Wan will be in UK for the next 2 years or something. I will still be here, being the geek I've always wanted to be, for the next 2 years or something. I don't think anyone would be updating this blog much. By "much", I mean "ever".

Maybe the three of them will post a short note from the beyond once a blue moon. Let's just hope for that.

For now, I declare this blog officially dead for the next 2 years or something. Unless the other three say something BUT I doubt it.

So.

Dead. BLERGH.

bootycheeks

2008-08-30T00:21:00.001+08:00

Nisah, baik ko antar aku and si meng belayar.

If inda...

kami culik si syukri.

and baheh him sampai ia unbahehable.

Change

2008-08-08T11:36:00.002+08:00

Day cannot prevail forver, night often interrupts and blankets the sky
Flowers that once were in full bloom will shrivel and die
We should never find comfort in our lives
For change will rip it all apart
The life you've known to love and savour
Will not last forever
I know it's hard to hear

The days you thought will always be
will soon seem minute in the past
Though at different ends of the world
I know one thing will forever last
When I'm cold, alone and depressed
When I think that God's given me too hard a test
The fact that I've got you cheering me on
Puts my mind at rest

Though some questions frighten me greatly
Will you miss me when I'm gone?
Will you reminisce about me?
Can we really hold on?
I guess only time can tell
Since we control so little of our fate
But that's no excuse to give up and die
Never is ever too late

The 'Feel-Good' Project

2008-07-11T18:57:00.003+08:00

Hello, readers =)

We're tired of unappreciative custards. So us Panatzorists would like to introduce the 'Feel-good' project which is aimed at making you more appreciative of the wonderful (yes, wonderful) life you are living, and also to make you less suicidal and depressed.

So what's it about?

It's simple. All you have to do is write up a post about what you believe to be your positive qualities, and the things you appreciate in life. Don't be falsely humble and say, "but I don't have any positive qualities!" Please. We all know that's not true; there's something beautiful in everyone.

There are no limits to this post. It can contain only one good trait about yourself, or even two million good qualities. It's entirely up to you. You can add on to the list from time to time. So whenever you're feeling depressed, suicidal, and want to give up, turn to your 'feel-good' post and be reminded of the things which make you smile, and hopefully you'll realise how valuable your life really is.

Other people won't be able to judge the contents of your 'feel-good' post because hey, it's your blog and your opinion. As long as you don't put other people down in the process, your post will only serve to show how much you love yourself, and how awesomely confident you are. Those who judge are just jealous losers =)

Oh, and if you don't have a blog/are too embarrassed to post it up, you can just write it in your diary (or a piece of scrap paper even) and keep it somewhere safe and easily accessible so you can read it whenever you feel like it =)

We encourage everyone to take part in this project; it is fun, and it may save your life.

p/s: make sure to link this post in your 'feel-good' post so others can read and take part. Oh, and tag us with your link if you've done it, thanks! =D

with love,

Panatzorists.

Genitilia

2008-07-10T21:02:00.002+08:00

Don't mind the title, Nisah punya pasal... Aku jeles kamu buat long posts. I feel so left out :'( Anyway, since I've already written that oh-so-vulgar word as my title, might as well go along with it.

Ladies and germs, I will now talk about that little thingy thing between your legs. If there is a slight chance that you are weirded out by talking about people's body parts (like Sarah) then you're welcome to leave here.

For the rest of you who actually have the guts to read this... You guys got issues.

I'm not going to go all technical about the parts but more of what it represents. What is expected of us based on our beloved reproductive organs. Let's begin shall we.

Let me give you a background check on yours truly, I'm the only daughter in the family; squished between two older brothers and two younger brothers. So it's not a surprise, how I was (am?) confused about how I should eat, walk, talk and carry myself. Sure I got my mum and she's a girl but you know how it is; I, like many others look up to my older siblings for guidance, for conformity of how I should face the world.

So I mimicked my brothers as much as I could, what they wore, so did I. What they said, I repeated. Life seemed easy till I got to primary 5. I ended up in an all girls school and soon realised that burping out loud and scratching your back side in public is 'unlady like'. That was when all the stereotypical crap kicked in.

I was repeatedly reminded that boys are stronger than girls. Boys are smarter than girls. Boys are far more important. They are the producers, the protectors, the leaders. Girls on the other hand are merely created for entertainment purposes. Reproduction, cooking, washing, child raising and such. For a period of time I actually gave in to this 'fact of life'. Until I grew brains of my own and decided that, what the fuck. This ain't right.

We girls do 'have balls'. Not in a literal I've-got-dangly-bits-between-my-legs kinda way, but we have the courage to stand up for ourselves. We have the guts to go out there and prove our ancestors wrong. Sure we cook and clean, but we are capable of so many other things. Anything a boy can do, so can we... In fact, we might even be better than them at it!

So please... Your future isn't determined by what's between your legs. Its what's between your ears that make all the difference.

BITCH! :)

2008-07-04T18:02:00.002+08:00

They say backstabbing is bad. They say backstabbing is being a fake, two-faced, hypocritical bitch, and that the action is simply MEAN.

I disagree.

Before I go any further, I would like to apologise in advance if I hurt anyone's feelings, and to state that this entire post is based on my opinions alone. You may disagree, but I don't honestly give a damn.

To backstab is to talk of the faults of others behind their backs. In popular malay terms, this act is known as 'mengumpat'.

Everywhere, I hear people say that they hate backstabbers, or two-faced bitches, but I honestly, honestly say that I have never met a person who has never backstabbed a person in their lives.

Yes kamu, I backstab too.

And so do you. Jangantah eksen.

Anyway, point of this post. I don't think that backstabbing is entirely bad, actually. Because I know that different people have different opinions about things. So to me, backstabbing is just a way of voicing out their opinions on a certain person, without intending to hurt that person with their comments.

(Backstabbing is different from spreading ugly rumours)

Dapan-dapan, the backstabber is nice to the backstabbee, and doesn't do things to intentionally hurt him/her. In my opinion, I'd rather pretend I like you, rather than hate you and pick a fight with you in front of everyone else. Because if I backstab a person, it doesn't necessarily mean that I hate him/her; I just dislike some of his/her qualities. Even if I backstab about her (yes, pakai 'her' saja because I bitch about girls more than I do guys, lol), it does not indicate that I want to embarrass her and ruin her life! Inda jua ku sampai hati.

I guess I don't really mind if people backstab about me because I do the same to them. So they don't like you much. So what? Sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you. You're not perfect, you can't please everyone. Guess what? They're not perfect either. So rather than hold back your acidic opinions, why not confide in someone you trust? And kamu, if someone shares their bitchy comments about others with you, jangantah cari pasal kan menyampaikan those words to the person. Traitors are worse than backstabbers.

So what do you think?

Agatah bitching pasal aku and my inability to susun ayat properly (: Kirim salam ia, bitching partner mu ah.

Asses

2008-06-29T09:41:00.002+08:00

Since no one's updating, I'm going to. With a topic very close to my heart and I'm sure, yours too.

Asses.

There was a time where everywhere I turn I can hear someone going, "Ass nya tight ah. Rawrrr." It was a very dark time for me because:
(a) I can't go "rawr" properly.
(b) I don't see the fascination with asses.

People don't say that ALL the time now since kan puasa kali. Karang kurang pahala or something.o that's a good thing but once in a while, they do and I never know what to say.

According to wikipedia, asses/buttocks are formed by the masses of the gluteal muscles or 'glutes superimposed by a layer of fat. The buttocks allow primates to sit upright without needing to rest their weight on their feet as four-legged animals do.

Okay, so it helps us look superior to most animals. What does that have to do with someone's sexual appearance (seriously, there has to be a word for it)? I mean, seriously. Is it our primate (primatal?) instinct? Like baboons; they use their bums to attract the other gender.

Fascinated with asses is one thing and saying that it's tight is another. How do you even know that it is, in fact, tight? Do you squeeze them? I asked someone this and she said "Yes, I suppose." Okay, you squeeze asses. Of random strangers/celebrities/your schoolmates? She didn't have an answer for that.

Do you have to have this power to know if it's tight?

What is the use of tight asses in your relationship?

I would really appreciate it if someone could answer some of the questions in this post. If no one answers at least one, I will lose all faith in humanity. Oh, and thanks if there is an answer.

Now that that's off my chest and school's tomorrow, I'm going to start doing all my work now. Adios.

ps: Offended? Call 1-800-don't-kill-me.

Wana <3

2008-05-16T23:19:00.003+08:00

Because I think she's the sweetest girl alive (and I want to tell the whole world how awesome SHE is). If she was a guy, I'd have 512387654218 of her kids by now from raping her.

You can never get tired of her. She always has something to talk about and I always look forward to that because it's usually the most interesting thing I'll hear the whole day or even week.

She would listen to your complaints and when she's sure you're done, she'll tell you what she thinks and say something that would comfort you that no one else even thought of.

Sure, sometimes it won't calm you down but she'd listen to your rants once again and, most of the time, won't try to change your mind about it if she knows you are determined to stand on your ground. Unlike everyone else.

She'd think for days over a question you asked in a passing. This is ridiculous but I secretly love it.

The best thing about her is that she's direct. She won't beat around the bush. She'd go straight to the point. You can always tell where you're standing in her mind. With other people (or the majority of it anyway), you'd have to read between the lines and not miss a single thing to find out what they think of you.

Plus, she always says things that make us go "awwwww <3".

I used to be scared of her but I've come to admire and love her. When I grow up, I want to be just like Wana.

<3 kamu

2008-05-16T01:22:00.003+08:00

Because I want to tell the world how awesome you guys are.

Things I love about:-

* Nisah

1) I can talk about life and random monstrosities with her.

2) She's not self-conscious about her looks.

3) She never gets tired of me ( I think...)

* Zati

1) She's gorgeous (If I hang out with her, maybe some of it will rub onto me)

2) She's smart and doesn't mind explaining to me stuff that I don't understand.

3) She's the best listener in the world.

* Sarah

1) She motivates me to be a better person.

2) She's amusing to be around.

3) She doesn't mind being seen with me even though I am pretty much at the bottom of the social ladder.

What girls want

2008-05-09T22:14:00.002+08:00

I'm feeling remotely generous today so I'm going to help out you single guys out there who are having a little trouble with the ladies~... *wink*nudge* uhuh uhuh, no kidding. I'll claim $5 at the end of the post mind you :p

1) Sense of humour

- This is mucho, mucho importante. If you can make a girl laugh then that's awesome. You're well on your way to getting a girlfriend. Of course be tasteful... Making fun of other people isn't the right way to impress your leading lady (unless you happen to know that the girl dislikes that person a whole lot).

2) Appearance

- Girls generally don't ask for much. We don't exactly expect you to have huge torpedo arms, ripped abs and brick hard calves. Maybe at one phase of our lives we did but then we snapped out of it and became more realistic. Sure a fit bod is highly appreciated so don't stop doing them sit ups. Style wise, we like the laid back look. Don't try too hard cos that just looks.. uhmmm... desperate? So just jeans, a cool tee and tousled hair is more than enough. Thank you.

3) Conversation

- Do you blame us girls for wanting just a teensy, weensy bit of intellectuality? We like guys whom we can have conversations with. A guy with their own opinions, a guy who can teach us new things, a guy who actually TALKS. You don't have to have an IQ of 350, just be a bit more open and chatty. The chicks will come, I swear.

4) Personality

- I think an example is best for this. Meet A. He likes to watch TV. He likes football. he likes chicken. He likes girls. Now meet B. He enjoys reading books, especially dark fiction and classic literature. He listens to all kinds of music but his favourites are jazz, blues and punk rock. He likes to try out extreme sports such as rock climbing, paint ball and karate. Who sounds more interesting? Of course B lah! Point is, do something different. Try new things, find a hobby. Most of the very few interesting people are that way because they are passionate about something. They are occupied with something and THAT makes them cool.

5) Etiquette

- Okay... well, girls like a gentleman. By that I mean, keep your pants on and your hands preferably off their breasts. Pay for dates (maybe not all of them, a decent girl would chip in most of the time), hold the door for her, swear less in front of her (seriously, do you REALLY think we find boys who swear their heads off attractive?) and just treat her right.

So yeah, that's it. Please take note that this is MY opinion. For girls out there who are going, "Ugh, that is so not true... I DO want a boy who says shit 50x within an hour," go play with your barbie dolls little chickadee. Good luck boys, try this out and you'd prolly get a girl in around.... a month XP I never said the results would be immediate.

So... where's my $5 punk?

Lil Wan (feat P-Nis as Bomoh) - BSE

2008-05-05T19:27:00.003+08:00

If you laugh at the word "Breast", do not read any further.

-

(Alright here we go)

Hey Mr. Bomoh,
There's a lump in my breast.
(Say what?)
I dunno what to do,
I'm startin' to stress.
(Owh...)
Give me some advice
I'm startin' to freak.
(Yakah?)
Give me something nice
Say something sweet.
(Aight..)

They said, "Go to the doc,
They'll give you a poke."
(No way!)
I said, "Daymn, hell no!
You better not joke!"
(That's right)
I know where I'll go
Screw this shit.
(Hell yeah!)
I'm gonna see the big bad bomoh livin' down the street.
(That's me)

Hey Mr Bomoh
(Apa?)
You better than Dr. Dick
(Fo' sho'!)
Come on Mr Bomoh
Do something about my tits.
(...Hah. Fo' shizzlllleeeeeee.)

--

Made by - Meng/Wan.
Rapped by - Meng/Wan + Nis

Gangsta rap

2008-04-27T18:16:00.003+08:00

Yo, let's start with the big girl Sarah
She all over the news, she a superstar
But we panatzorists' see her as it is,
She just a lil girl try 'na make it big.

Next let's head out to Nis' place
She our budding artist creating a masterpiece,
Sure she got OCD like nobody's biz
But we don't give a shit, we love her as she is.

Let's not forget Zati, she the purrrdy one
Guy's all in line try 'na get 'em some.
But she no hoe, she'd turn you down flat
unless you got a baseball bat inside your pants.

And I'm lil Wan just keepin it together
Making sure that these three are happy as ever
Don't you mess with them, cos then you mess with me
And I ain't afraid to smear your blood on my tee.

So it's just us four walking hand in hand,
sure there's the others too but that another clan.
So I guess it's up to here, I'm starting to come up dry.
If you think you can do better, then give it a try.

Lil wan out.

News at 10

2008-04-23T20:57:00.003+08:00

Exactly last year, Wana made a post on Ian's birthday. Everyone had already wished him a 'Happy Birthday' but he's Ian.

Thus.

Happy birthday, Ian :D

I remember the first time I was indirectly introduced to Ian. When he wrote "Ctod" (sp?) on my tablecloth when we were in form 4. Just in case Ian becomes this ridiculously famous guy, I'm going to keep the tablecloth.

plus, it had random doodles by the other Panatzorists. Way too precious to be thrown away <3

ps: If you ever read this...how's Ctod?

PPCS

2008-04-19T21:56:00.007+08:00

Okay, I know this post is waaaayyy over due but god damn it at least ada right?

One of Sarah's gorgeous sisters, the line starts here boys...

Tuan punya rumah devouring junk food

Nis was having fun playing with the fan

[x]

[Picture of that hot lady removed because the world is filled with perverts and we don't want the boys to asexually reproduce. Mun paham bisai.]

Those with a boner say 'I'

-END-

Recycling the Bruneian way

2008-04-17T14:53:00.003+08:00

I initially felt that Sarah should write this post but since I am bored and have nothing better to occupy myself with at the moment, ah what the heck. Pardon me if it's not too good but well, here goes nothing...

Bruneians do recycle. Bottles, tin cans and paper? Nope, I'm not talking about that kind of recycling. What I'm talking about is recycling.... boyfriends/girlfriends. Tadaa~ If you know you're going to hate this post then go ahead and click on the tiny 'x' but if you find yourself nodding and grinning then hey... Keep on reading man.

From my understanding, this kind of recycling is something like this...

A group of friends consist of 4 girls and 4 boys. Sooner or later, they will hook up with each other and after 2 months at most, they will break up and then... Hook up with another person within the group. Ooh, this should be a permutation and combination question. How many different pairs of lovers can be formed within the group? Haha, okay... Geek talk.

And that my friends... is recycling. It's not uncommon to meet a girl and find out that she is your friend's ex, your brother's ex, your cousin's ex, your neighbour's ex and your driver's ex. I mean, come on people. I know Brunei is small but heck, it's not THAT small! This happens a lot in school so yeah, it's hard to find someone who doesn't have a whole list of ex-s tailing behind them.

In my opinion, this whole phenomenon is probably caused by the teenagers' mentality that you simply must be in a relationship to be cool or popular, thus they are driven into the arms of a person they barely know. It's sad... So sad.

So... do you recycle?

You know you're a bimbo when...

2008-03-28T20:47:00.006+08:00

You buy storybooks because the cover is pretty.

You refuse to read books without pictures in them.

You point to your wrist whenever you ask what time it is.

You smile for the camera when you take pictures. Of other people.

You think a 'half-cup' bra is a bra with only one cup.
You stop swimming and go indoors because it's starting to rain and you're afraid of getting wet.

You watch football for the hot guys.

You always say, "like like like" and "Oh. MY. God."

You go into a sauna and complain how hot it is.

You think not eating chocolate is dieting.

You think a hyphen is a male hymen.

[11 points because 1 + 1 = 2 and 2 x 2 = 4. Kami 4. It's a sign from God, I suwerrr.]

Post written by Panatzorists. Based on true experiences.

Let's Learn Poklench!

2008-03-22T12:02:00.002+08:00

Poklench
/pukl3nnce/ language spoken by the poklen tribe of G-Town, B-side and other indigenous tribes of similar customs and traditions.

Here are some useful phrases in Poklench. Once broken considered sold.

Lesson Number 1 - The Greeting

The normal greeting - Yaw bui.
The greeting used by higher class Poklens - Yoh.
The greeting used by alim Poklens - Asqwmx. (Assalamualaikum, in case kamu inda paham)

Lesson Number 2 - The Opening Line

The weather - Angat yaw.
The food - Manis buiii.
The smell - Haing buii.
The sound - Soulja Boy buiii.

Lesson Number 3 - The Pick-Up Line

Di Mall - Kiut ko ani dang eh.
Di rumah urang time beraya - Dang, ku dangar, ko ani, lawa gagagaga
Di Tambing - Manis muamu ani, sama manisnya cam belimbing ku jual ani wawawa
Di Westreet - You be my Soulja Gurl shawty.

Lesson Number 4 - The Msg Lingo

Salutation - Hye

Online is on9
tu is toh
ku is quh
boring is vrenx
darling is dalenx
mysh is miss (some dialects use 'myhs')
berabis is vravis

Closing note - Vye
Mwax

Lesson Number 5 - The Art of the Language

Normal poklens - Hy BaByGuRL
Poklens of higher status - Y@W vAVY9uRL
(Notice the addition of numerals)

Till next time,
Cigu Sarah

House crashers

2008-03-21T11:12:00.005+08:00

On the last day of school, every one of us skipped it and instead went over to Ira's house (too bad Zati and Nadia couldn't come). Once there, we laid our buns on the floor and asked each other, "Bahapa tah nie?" But then Sarah and Aisah came along and after playing with her erotic phone application we then resorted to watching DVDs while stuffing our mouths full of junk food.

Sarah getting high on Pringles

hotninjaboy Nisah

Sarah going through one of Ira's Playgirl magazines

Aisah getting hair on her fingers plucked

Then we got tired of being contained between four walls and proceeded to step outside, keeping an eye out for fresh prey.

We went door to door giving hugs

Teens run amok in Kg Rimba

God wasn't happy with us

Ira was sad cos she didn't have a water tank like her neighbour's

Sarah (who just turned 17 btw) yawning at a sommersaulting cat

Overall : Productive day :)

S.H.A.G! lol

2008-03-20T20:25:00.002+08:00

Happy birthday to our beloved Sarah Hanaa! We love you sar =))

...

Short post. I never know what else to say when I wish someone a happy birthday.

Oh please

2008-03-11T15:17:00.004+08:00

Oh you people. When are you going to learn?

Russell Peters is so spit-fire.

But Demetri Martin? Now he's, like, spelling things correctly.

......Poklen rule-wise. On a scale of 10. 1 (as spitfire) being the poklen-est and 10 (going online on the computer) being the least poklen-est.

Demetri rates as a 15 on the scale, baby.

Hair Thingie #3

2008-03-06T17:53:00.009+08:00

Uber bangang ni, sal i'm not sure how posts with photos are supposed to look like. But. Oh well.

Rambut lapas cross-country.

If kamu liat ampir-ampir you can see yang cap ku atu Bratz. Dari mana ku belurih jan tah ditanya.

usul bangun tidur. I think.

bah cukup tah tu kali.

PS I Love You (mati pandai aku ani eh)

got owned by junies,

si sarah

Hair Revolution #2

2008-03-06T14:38:00.003+08:00

How people can look non-retarded right after they wake up and take a shower is beyong my comprehension.

Take 1: Sleepy picture is sleepy.

Take 2: Retarded picture is retarded

Take 3: Poklen pirate picture is poklen.

Random picture is random.

Alrighty then. Zat. Sar. We're waiting ;D

Hair revolution

2008-03-06T12:55:00.006+08:00

As me and Nisah have nothing better to do with our lives we decided to take pictures of how our hair looks like at specific times, in this case right after we wake up, after a shower and our normal/funkified hair.

#1 look : Baru bangun tidur/ drowsy haven

#2 look : Out of the shower/ the wet look

#3 look : Normal hair (I don't know how to funkify bah)

Random pic : HAHA, Heng Tai, Heng Tai. I am beyond amused.

THE END *flicks hair*

P.S: Sar and Zati mesti buat jua XD

Girlfriend atau best friend?

2008-03-01T20:21:00.002+08:00

Hormone-inflicted post ahead.

You have been warned.

Okay. Here I go.

Saya meliat 'The Holiday' hari atu, yang ada Jude Law yang hot kan mati ah. Sekali ada tia the thing arah the movie yang refer to characters dalam movies, female characters, to be exact. About how girls are divided into girlfriends and best friends.

Sekali gue ponder punya ponder, banar jua nya orang tua arah cerita atu ah. Arah 'My Best Friend's Wedding', si Jules best friend, si Kim girlfriend. Arah Laguna Beach , si LC best friend, Kirsten girlfriend. Smallville, si the blonde best friend, Lana girlfriend.

Girlfriend atau best friend ani ada advantages and disadvantagesnya. If you think about it, best friend banarnya ada the better personality, the funnier, spunkier, more adventurous and less ayu one. The girlfriend selalunya yang soft-spoken, hottttttt and BORING. The best friend selalunya lagi rapat with the guy, knows the guy better and understands the guy and the guy will actually go to the best friend for help.

Au contraire, the girlfriend yang kana balikan heels warna pink dari mercier yang hundred labih (birthdaysisarahcomingupppp) oleh the guy while the best friend only gets the pink Power Rangers action figure yang si Kimberly "ingat ko tani dulu pernah main ni sekali aku cabut kepala kimberlymu?". The girlfriend yang kana bawa makan di Sheraton and the best friend kana lanja nasi katok mama ganya. Atu pun beshare tiga orang sebungkus.

The girlfriend and the best friend lain in every way. Lain yang teramat. The girlfriend suka Rihanna, the best friend suka Flyleaf. They, however, have one thing in common.

Durang both in love with the same guy.

The girlfriend, obviously, is in love with the guy, pasal atu durang together. The best friend... well, cemani lah. A guy and a girl inda dapat jadi best friends saja without ada rasa suka, walau sikit cemana pun, deep inside. Atu can only happen if durang loathe each other berabis.

Apakan inda make sense ah.

Cemani lah. A guy and a girl cannot be best friends saja unless if they find each other berabisly revolting. So unless best friend kamu atu salivate every 5 seconds and idungnya inda belubang, there's this like really huge possibility yang kamu involved in unrequited love. As in kamu banarnya diam-diam in love with the guy.

Which is sad. No girl deserves to just be a best friend. Every girl ada every right in the world to be a guy's girlfriend. Every girl deserves the heels from Mercier. No girl should ever have to help ia punya guy get another girl, and no girl should have to be in love with a guy who slaps her back HARD as ia punya form of greeting.

So, ladies, kamu girlfriend kah best friend?

Hearts,
si sarah

Because we're cool that way

2008-02-29T19:54:00.002+08:00

Si Sarah here. Finally ada proper internet and will now fill this blog with a thousand and one useless posts about life, MS, life, kami ampat, life, Swensen outings and teen angst. And life.

But not awal ani.

Nanti tah.

Udah saya abis meliat Ugly Betty and abis drooling over si GIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Meng aku tau kau pun guna ia.

And and gitau aku kamu mau aku buat post pasal apa yaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh.

In love with si Gio,
Sarah bini si Gio

Oh darn

2008-02-28T12:38:00.001+08:00

Zati's getting laid soon. Boo. Nah, nis. I updated :D

:\

2008-02-26T20:44:00.001+08:00

You guys should update more often, you hardworking kiddies.

Poor blog is left all alone while you "study".

HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT?

lolque

2008-02-24T18:17:00.002+08:00

GAY

LIKE TOTALLY

Patriotism

2008-02-19T19:57:00.002+08:00

Pfft. right. So national day practice going head on and kinda sucks cos Zati and Nisah dua2 nda ikut pasal migraine problems. Geez, you guys are seriously stressed out huh? Well, yeah... With the way Pra-U life has been treating each and every one of us, I'm not surprised. So me and sar go to padang every morning, marching our socks off in the rain, while Nis and zati menalurs in the school library like prodigies, waiting for afternoon class. Kami separated and saya sad :(

P.S: Get better soon guys.

oh hey.

2008-02-04T17:36:00.000+08:00

We need to update this blog more often. *waits for Sarah to get e-speed*

Meanwhile...

Because we're awesome ;)

This is late but....

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

hahahaha I amuse myself.

Book of change

2008-01-31T10:22:00.000+08:00

Yeah, as Nis pointed out. Results are out, so I guess that's pretty much it. Nothing particular to look forward to now... I'm kinda bummed. I mean, everything's changing. Zat's probably moving to MD, Sar's probaby flying off, Ema's going to study in KL, Nisah's pobably going to get laid. Nyah. I really REALLY want to go out with them Panats soon, staying home and doing nothing is kinda making me depressed... I MISS YOU EVERYBODY!!!

Results!

2008-01-28T13:59:00.000+08:00

It finally came out!

...

Wan, Zat and Sar got better marks than me ):

Sad Nisah is sad.

Oh boy...

2008-01-24T16:57:00.000+08:00

After several days of, "OMG, result keluar sudah kah?". The time is now here, well not yet but it soon will be XP Aku sengaja buat this post supaya zati and sarah lompat-lompat and menangis. Me and Nisah don't really give a shit *bump* My guess is that it's coming out on Saturday, that is if people from the ministry aren't too busy sitting on their asses gossiping about Siti Nurhaliza. Paling akhir pun Monday lah, but pokoknya soon. Oh so soon... Kesian this page jarang kena update and visit. My heart bleeds for you poor bloggie...

Pure sinner

2008-01-11T01:42:00.000+08:00

Today was one of my 'wisdomosity' days. I thought of how weak we humans are and how we give in to temptation, even after a while of deliberating. Infact, I thought of a whole scene about it...

evil: come to the dark side...

average person: NEVER~

evil: we have cookies.

average person: OoOooOooh... Okay.

Point made. I'm not calling anyone sinners or what not, it's just that it's... funny. Well, maybe not funny. Something on the lines of interesting and amusing. We are mere mortals after all, and those who claim to be otherwise are just too arrogant to admit it.

P.S: I have no idea what the point of this whole post is =D *thumbs up*

Ring in the new year~!

2007-12-31T22:05:00.000+08:00

Hullo peeps =)
2007 has been an awesome year, especially since it's the birthyear of Panatzorists (I think. Or was is 2006?). Anyway~ thanks guys, for injecting all the fun and humour into this wonderful year!

I hope 2008 will be a succesful year for us Panatzorists; school-wise, life-wise and music-wise ;)

HAPPY NEW YEAR KAMUUUUU!

For the love of God...

2007-12-26T15:34:00.000+08:00

Alright here's the situation... Me and Sar absolutely 'LOVE' this girl whom we met through a sport and because of that we visit her blog every 5 seconds. If sarcasm is a foreign language to you then.. I pity you greatly. Anyway... guess what, she just wrapped up the definiton of Poklen with a chronological summary of her year. I wish I could just copy and paste the whole thing here but I can't :( Boo I know. So I'll just try to make one as similar as possible to hers but you guys know how I am ;) Enjoy people...

Ehem... a summary of my 12 months.

Jan- came back to school. In a relationship since 2006.
Feb- broke up at the end of the month :(
Mar- In a relationship again after 2-3 weeeks
Apr- broke up in the middle of the month
May- omg, a whole month of being single. flirted and rejected people. I'm a heart breaker yo ; )
June- I got depressed and started cutting my wrist. Yes, I cut my wrist (pass this info on, I want the whole world to know). In a relationship near the end of the month.
July- still in relationship.
Aug- broke up again but no biggie, hooked up again with another dude
Sep- was in a relationship.
Oct- fasting month. My life's filled with drama.
Nov- Raya, wasn't in Brunei. Another break up.
Dec- met someone special. He said he'll wait and he's different from the rest. Aww... love you baby. MWAH *dry humps*

Okay, maybe that last part there was purely me but phew... That was a fun read eyh? So there you have it ladies and gents, a poklen's year!~ *shakes head* Kid's nowadays... Back in MY day... *babbles on*

Bah~

2007-12-14T12:43:00.000+08:00

You know what typical Bruneian adults normally do which annoys me? They point with their mouths. Trust me, it's not a very flattering look. Try saying this with your mouth (lips? I'm not sure) pointed: "tuuuu~".

Exactly.

I mean, come on, what are those nice long bony things on your hands for? Mun kan polite pun, use your thumb to point. Jangan bah, macam orang desperate kan berkissing.

I also find it uber amusing when Bruneians run into someone they know. Here's a typical dialogue shared between two Bruneian adults if they run into each other at a supermarket:

Makcik 1: Ehhhh, bah~
Makcik 2: Bah~
Makcik 1: Membali~?
Makcik 2 (pushing a trolley full of groceries): Awu... Sorang kita?
Makcik 1: Inda, sama aji. Bah, membali tah banyak-banyak. Alum lagi panuh tu trolley atu!
Makcik 2: *laughs* Awu. Bah~
Makcik 1: Bah~
exeunt

Notice how 'bah' is such an overused phrase nowadays?

HAH, ani first post ku yang proper-ish. Aku awesome. But not as awesome as Sarah. Pants off to you, Sar.

Baju-Baju di Brunei

2007-12-12T19:20:00.000+08:00

Semua orang should be the proud owner of pretty clothes. Clothes aren’t just the mere garments covering up the figures underneath, but a shirt, a pair of jeans, the Manolo Blahnik peep-toes, they all serve as the shop window on where we get to display our personality in the form of the latest Must Have or a just 70% Off bargain.

Antah apakan.

Anyway, Bandar Seri Begawan, or Gadong, for that matter (because everyone knows no one goes to Bandar anyway), is far from being the next fashion capital in Asia.

Ani pasal… Cuba kamu liat kiri kanan kamu. Di Gadong lah ah, saya ambil as example. To your left, gothic punks, dressed in black, usually not in the name of gothicness tapi the colour black is used to cover up the flabby figures underneath. Nothing wrong with that, because everyone does that, from Rosie O’Donnell to the babu hajahs in their black jubahs. To your right, Harajuku fashion wannabes, with their long striped stockings, courtesy of Route 66, 3 for the price of $0.50, MURAH NYAMU. To your atas, the decent ayu-tapi-banarnya-hooking-up-dengan-boyfriend-durang-yang-usually-eons-older-arah-couple-seat-di-Bolkiah girls, with their decent tudungs, Nazmi Textile Mall, but of course, and their decent button-downs. And everyone knows mengapa durang pakai button-down blouses. And finally, the menemeng little rich girls yang bajunya lawa but we all know that baju atu tadi pagi mamanya memilihkan.

Bukan pulang saya kan mengucap cara urang Brunei bebaju, pasal banarnya baju saya pun biasa jua, murah jua, inda jua kali dari Eileen Chan semua baju saya ani. Tapi as a keen observer of outfits, baju-baju urang Brunei banarnya inda bida, ganya baju urang Brunei, bini-bini lah saja ah, baju kitani ani IKUT-IKUTAN.
Baju-baju Bruneians nada individuality. The French are well known for their chic fashion sense, the couture gowns, the sheer glam of it all, thus earning them gelaran as the Fashion Capital Of The World. Paris, not the French. Banarnya, baju-baju durang atu inda jua berapa, mun sekadar beret atu, askar pun be beret, inda pun kana ucap fashionable. Tapi the Parisians kana praise durang punya fashion sense pasal sebelum orang lain di dunia ani be scarf, be beret, bemini, durang udah dulu. Authenticity all along.

And of course, our fellow fashionable Asians, the Japanese. Mun sekadar stokin panjang bewarna atu kitani pun dulu ada yang Power Rangers, tapi the long stockings and fishnets and loud colours matched together creates an ensemble lain to that of the rest of the world. The lawaness and the originality itself yang buat the European fashion critics yang menemeng respect arah the Japs.

Bruneians, cuba gitau aku satu garment atau jenis baju yang screams the word Brunei.

Manada kan.

Except for baju kurung, tapi atu Malaysia pun ada. Tudung Bienda, tudung Mawi, lagi tia. Bienda, Mawi, semua urang Malaysia. Tapi mun kamu kan bejual tudung Juju inda jua urang membali kali.

Cubatah kitani together create satu style baju yang lawa and can tell the world YES EVERYONE ANI ORANG BRUNEI PUNYA BAJU AND YOU WILL LOVE IT SAMA MACAM KAMU SUKA WEDGES YANG BANARNYA NINIKU PUN DULU MEMAKAI. Ani kiri kanan ku liat orang punya baju sama jua macam yang ku liat arah E! minggu lapas. Mentang-mentang arah E! lawa tah tu nya. Orang E! atu di mana, New York, London, tampat sajuk, inda kan di Brunei ani pun kamu kan memakai coat Burberry. Mun Burberry banar respect jua ku, ani mun sekadar yang fake dari Joenah Boutique atu jangan tah dulu kan dishow off.

Lapas atu tau ku pulang Brunei ani panas, inda jua payah kali kan memakai summer dress yang cleavage low kan mati atu di Brunei. And mun pakai tights yang banarnya bejual untuk seluar lapis baju kurung atu baik tah jangan, makin tah bida usul orang Brunei, kana ketawakan saja uleh tourist.

Tapi kan, inda jua dapat ku blame rakyat Negara kitani pasal baju durang bida, pasal 1) Baju ku pun bida and 2) mun kadai di Brunei and Miri bejual baju cematu ganya, apa buleh buat, inda jua kan membawa Vogue and membuat baju tiap bulan di Freego kali. What we need is a kadai yang bisai and inda bejual baju trashy yang mihir and baju-bajuan atu murah. Macam, mun kan membali arah Elle atu lawa pulang bajunya, tapi mun blazer yang macam bos mamaku pakai keraja udah kan beratus...

So, warga-warga Brunei, di sini saya listkan kadai-kadai di Brunei yang bejual baju bisai-bisai, antah aku pun inda tau mengapa, pasal aku suka buat reviews kali.

IORA. Lawa like hell semua bajunya. And fashionable. Sini lah yang paling bisai bagiku. But if you’re looking for cheaper and more laidback clothes, then go to Hua Ho. Semua big branches durang lah. Ada Schwarzenbach, Googles, antah apa kah spellingnya, semua affordable and lawa and inda trashy. If you’re looking for extra lawa, try Bingo. Yang di Mall.

If kamu ada extra cash and willing to sacrifice for fashion, then go to Butik Eileen Chan. Lawa, and baru fashionable berabis.

You know what, I’ll end this uber useless post now.

Yes I dress like a drag queen jua,
Sarah Love

When life hands you lemons, make lemonades

2007-12-12T19:17:00.000+08:00

My post has nothing to do with the title, like every other crappy bestseller, it is a mere bait, luring you to read this useless post as I take you into the mad, mad world of cuti boredom.

Life is a lemon. One day it is masam. Ani represent time sekolah and exam yag kepisan kan mati yang kan menangis ganya inda rasanya membaca and mengcram padahal patutnya belajar awal but oh well no one does that anyway. The next day, life turns into an iced lemon tea. Sweet, but tad masam. Ani represents cuti panjang yang buring ani. Sweet, because you can bangun at 8 pagi or 8 malam and no one will start screaming SSSSSAAAAARRRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHH at the top of their lungs.

Masam pasal THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO TIME CUTI ANI.

Yes, aku whiny.

CUTI ANI BURING.

BURING.

BURINGBURINGBURING.

Okay.

Ani warm-up postku pasal batah udah ku inda blogging.

Pasal internet crappy like hell.

I will write a proper post,
Sarah love

Rumah Sarah

2007-12-05T20:04:00.000+08:00

So like. Ema and I went over to Sar's house today. With the intention of trashing her house.

But we made her sisters lunch instead. I love Ema. She's pretty, funny and she can COOK. Like whoa...over kill.

I made pancakes which they ate with nutella :D

So anyway. pictures because I have no idea what to say.

Ema preparing the chicken. ...how come we always take pictures of Ema with chickens, anyway? ;(

They had a quick break. Ema from preparing the chicken. Sar from hitting on Ema.

Then we went in one of Sarah's family cars.

Where we had fun with Sar's dad's sunglasses.

Now it's Ema's turn to have fun with it.

I refused to have my picture taken with the sunglasses but here's me looking insane :0

We also took poklen pictures with my hat.

I always look like a poklen as I always wear that hat so here's Ema with the hat :D

Gambar with kaki!

Another one because Ema has a feet fetish. I swear.

Eh. Then we did some other thing. Not worth mentioning here :(

So, I end this post with a picture of me and Ema looking like seriously idiotic poklens.

WOOT

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I forgot to upload this picture of Wan and Zat at my house, huddling in one blanket...watching "Whose line is it anyway?"

there. Now I'm REALLY done :P

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BBQ at Nisah's

2007-11-30T16:35:00.000+08:00

Yo kami cool yo, datang barbeque yo, byk chicks yo. Haha.. I would've typed that in 'basar damit poklen' style but that just makes me uber dizzy. Anyway, bbq was at Nisah's on weds night. It was fun... Good food, good entertainment, loads of interesting strangers. Zati, ema and I came and well, Nisah was there... Since... it was her house.... Sarah couldn't come cos ia gay and stuff. Anyway, here's the pics. I forgot to take more but Nisah should post more of the pics nanti. Oh oh.. and zati fell in lurve there~ and also hit her head pretty hard on a pillar =D She's alright btw.

Ema working part-time at the grill, while Nisah's brothers played strip poker with miniature cards

Yes, Nisah only has three friends. How lucky is she?

Zati, Ema and I, vaining in the absence of Nisah, who was too busy changing her baby's diaper

If you can see zati then hey, congratufuckinlations, you've got super vision!*thumbs up* =D

Outrageous outing..

2007-11-23T11:10:00.000+08:00

Mau jua alliteration kan title ah XP Anyway, us Panatzorists went out with Aisah, Nadzirah and Ema yesterday. No particular reason, just spending some quality time outside school. As usual they all looked smokin' (figuratively of course, literally it would be bad) and we just did random stuff. Ema the gorgeous babe got uber male attention and I bet all the rest got some too. Unfortunately, nobody got laid yesterday. Drats. Here are some pics of us camwhores. I know it's not much but hey, deal with it pervs.

Ah... Ema gazing into the eyes of her forbidden lover, sarah. While zati, the boy in pink, tries to hide her jealousy

Me and my long time partner, c Ah. HAHA

Nisah pointing the camera at the mirror with the intention of taking a picture of herself *cough*vainass*cough*

Like, wow

2007-11-22T22:00:00.001+08:00

Nis made the blog look so awesome, I think I'm gonna do a 'Bring it on' routine.

Revamp

2007-11-20T16:46:00.000+08:00

I'll say it time and again, Pinji is brilliant. Just look at our brand new layout.. Nuff said. It inspired me to write a post but I don't really have anything to post about. Hmm... Oh, I'll try to sound all smart and professional by writing an album review. Ehem...

My brother bought me an album recently by a band that I've never heard of. I was pretty sceptical about it since this particular brother of mine is very much into hip hop and stuff like that. So when I accepted the CD, I didn't expect much. It was from a band called 'Dream Theatre'. There's a lot of instrumental parts in it and when the vocals did come in, the guy's voice was so soft it made me squirm. But I like the guitar parts, it sounds very much like the parts in the classic rock songs which I find mysteriously soothing. The lyrics to their songs are very biblical yet also had a dark cult-like quality. Definitely not something I would listen to in the car with my mom. Overall, I would give it a 7/10 considering how technical the guitar parts are and there's only one guitarist. I salute! The words in the songs are also inspirational and well written, but dont expect something that you can sing along to.

Note

2007-11-18T20:18:00.003+08:00

Blog is being edited. Please don't cry in fear if you see the layout suddenly changes.

Love from Pinji.

The horror ends NOW...

2007-11-18T16:40:00.000+08:00

Oh oh... I wanna add on to the poklen thingymajigs. Pls? I know I'm not a world class certififed poklen but I am friends with Sarah.... Thus, I rest my case.

Thou art a poklen if...

1) You use 'me' and 'you' in normal conversations which aren't even in English. E.g, "Me kan tidur sudah nie, you?" I don't know ah, but personally SAKIT ku mendangar. If you want to speak in English then speak in English, if you want to speak in Malay then speak in Malay lah. Then again, the world might get sucked up into a black hole if poklen's start speaking english... So stick to malay brunei.

2) You can't live without a bf for 5 secs. You just simply must have a bf or else you'd die just like a fish taken out of water for a few minutes. A bf is like your oxygen, the very thing that keeps you alive, to hell with school grades and family, as long as you have a bf by your side, life is great. Pfft.. go suck eggs woman.

3) You act cute and clueless. E.g You puff up your cheeks to make sure your inconspicuous dimples pop up when you smile, you lower your voice when talking to a guy or you publicise your fancy for cute furry animals. Just for attention from men. Tsk tsk tsk, if you have to resort to such horrific deeds to get attention then what does that mean?

4) You show-off your extra-curricular activities. E.g Those girls who say they love basketball, soccer, karate (ehem..) or some other sport. People are smart enough to know whether you're truly passionate about it or you're just trying to make yourself more interesting. Doubt that's even possible.

5) Generally poklens are just people who are desperately trying to be someone they're not. They think they're goths just because they wear eyeliner. They think they're punks just because they have spiky orange hair. They think they're vixens just because they're stick thin and wear revealing clothes.

So, advice to all, poklen or not poklen. Just be yourself. Nobody likes a phony and I'm sure pretending to be someone you're not gets tiring after a while. Just be happy with yourself and be unique. It doesn't matter what everyone else thinks. What matters is what you think of yourself :)

xoXoOxX,

Wan a.k.a Meng

Selamat Hari Raya lovess

2007-10-09T13:44:00.000+08:00

Di kesempatan ini, kami panatzorists yang maybe ada bedosa arah kamu manusia sekalian ingin mengucapkan SELAMAT HARI RAYA.

Maaf Zahir dan Batin.

<3 Panatzorists

Sungkai-ing around Brunei (according to Sarah)

2007-10-03T08:13:00.001+08:00

Yesterday was yet another puasa day, and every puasa day ends with the sungkai at 6.13. There is only one way to celebrate the sungkai, and that is with yummy food on the table, cooked, prepared and fatty. And everyone knows there are only three ways in which you can get those food.

Numero uno: Mum's cooking.
Best type of food ever, except when your mother is cranky from a long day at work. When she's not, she's all rajin, cooking awesomeawesome daging masak kicap, nasi goreng and loads other nyamannyaman food. When she's cranky, dearest father and us resort to the next best thing...

Nombor dua: Sungkai di kadai.

This is actually the preferred type of sungkai, especially when all you have at home is an amah who speaks in monosyllables and five sisters who never bothers to do housework and instead watches Laguna Beach before and after sungkai. Di kadai, there is no need for you to wash and wring the dishes (yes, I actually do that) and you can be all kambang as the waitresses at Sheraton rush to clear your plate away and you saunter off, taking yet another plate.

I have to comment on some of the sungkai places around Brunei. Sheraton Utama Hotel's Sungkai Buffet is by far the best ever. You get to dine in an uber posh environment and by the time you finish the appetizer you're already as full as a blimp. Or kembayau. The main course is biasa, the typical rice and fish and chicken and veggies, but they also have laksa and soto and western dishes, plus the nyamanest sizzling roast beef ever, freshly cut. For dessert, you can choose from Malay kuihs or sinful chocolate cakes or the prettily-cut fruits. Sheraton, a must.

ILotus and the Airport Cafeteria, also famous for their awesome sungkai buffet. Haven't tried them this year, will ask dad later.

Rizqun is also fine, if you're into crowds of people.

Most overrated sungkai place ever: the Yayasan Mari Bersungkai buffet! Listening to the repeated advert on the radio, you'd actually expect lines and rows of tents out there arah the open space, each tent filled with the promised good food and ambience. MY FOOT. All they have was some tents, not even filling one-half of the open space and the food available filled none of the tables. Don't go there if you're not into disappointment.

Another good place is the Arthini Nasi Kandar place behind the Bunut Shell Station. If you're into curry, ayam kurma, ayam kicap and Indian dishes, that's the place to go to, apart from Le Taj and Zaika. Course, you have to keep up with tons of other people, and you probably have to reserve your seats beforehand.

No sungkai review is complete without mentioning the Empire Hotel Sungkai buffet, but of course, like always, the food at Empire is overrated and plain. No different from other restaurants, but you get to be kambang pasal sungkai di Empire.

Nomor tiga: Membeli makanan di gerai-gerai Ramadhan.

This is my all-time favourite. Having good food on the table and not having to dress up to enjoy it. Awesome.

Yesterday, I went on my routine food-scouting arah the Stadium gerai. Start from the dapan, they sell prety good pais and other stuffs. Walk across the small longkang and approach the first stall on the right. They sell pretty alright kuihs. Walk on and to the left, there's this stall which sells the best bingka susu and bingka tarap. Walk on further, at the end you'll find a stall selling mee tiaw and mee mamak. The best ever. A regular on our dinner table. The stall next to it sells pretty decent hati buyah. If you're rajin, look for the Serikandi stall, they sell nyamannyaman briyani.

While buying food yesterday, tarus-tarus tia berangin berabis, kan ribut. Suddenly everyone was rushing and urging impatiently for the hawkers to pack their food "bah laju eh, ujan karang!" Instead of running away from the ribut and packing up, the tres. tres patient food hawkers stayed put, some of them standing in front of their stall, holding on to their tents, ready to pull it down should the persistent wind try to pull it apart. Anything for just a few more dollars.

Good food, and the chance to witness human nature at its best. Stadium gerai is my number one pick.

Another awesome gerai is the Anak-anak Hj. Metali gerai at the end of the Delima Satu place thingie. It's right at the end, near the Mubarak Book Emporium and Deejay video place. They sell the best food ever, despite their small stall. Their lalap and satay goreng is a must.

I can't say much about the gerai Ramadhan di Bunut, across the mosque. The food's fine, I guess, if you're into burgers and that. Go to the Stadium.

Bah, I'm tired. Have fun sungkai-ing later, loves. English Orals this afternoon.

I should be a food critic,
Sarah Oliver

The Poklen Rule

2007-10-02T12:57:00.000+08:00

Finally, an update from us loverly panatzorists! Yes, yes, we know, you've all missed us, but no fear, 'cause Sarah is here, and I can rant on about useless Bruneian facts, so useless that you might even find them useful.

If you don't know me, then it shouldn't take you a long time to figure out that yes, I am just another typical, lame and possibly brain dead teenage girl.

Well, as the title of this post states, I shall explain to all of you the well-known yet unknown Poklen Rule. Nope, I'm not imitating Ian, because Ian has his guy view of poklenism and I have the other gender which is not male's view of poklenism. In Brunei.

I wouldn't even bother explaining what a poklen is 'cause it's something that everyone from you to my culturally-deprived amah knows. Being judgemental Bruneians, as we all are, we tend to size people up by their appearance. A fake Juicy Couture bag screams out the word "POKLEN". Sure, you can't find a decent original Juicy Couture bag here in Brunei, seeing that even the lawaest boutiques in town coughdomanicough admit that the supposed branded things they sell are fake, at least stop showing off the handbag, because everyone knows they're fake. If you persist and still walk around with a handbag saying ADIBAS, you are a poklen.

Poklens rarely annoy the hell out of people, mainly because almost everyone else are poklens as well. Poklens are liked by everyone, and it is usually them poklens who get the hottest poklen guys and never in the history of poklenism has a poklen girl been single for more than 5 days. A poklen girl can walk around Tambing and Pasar Gadong and have all the hawkers' eyes on her. A poklen guy can strike the fancy of almost all types of girls, because non-poklen girls wonder what is it about these guys that make them so irresistible even in they're gerai dog tags.

Poklens love the radio. It is the numero uno most important thing in life apart from hanging out at The Mall and typing LiK3 diZzZz. Poklens can never go far without the radio. They can't send dedications to they're daling lating manja and they can't listen to all the best hits from ST12 and Rihanna. They can't send sober messages to the radio station when they break-up and they can't tell the world that they're abang shayang is on his way from Sg. Liang to Berakas. The radio is everything. We keep the radio.

I will update this later. If I'm still alive. And not murdered by poklens.

I don't hate you guys. I'm a poklen, too. I listen to Kristal and listen to that Ku Ingin Kamu song and I watched My Heart. And I type 'na' instead of 'nda'.

I love you all,
Star Dabedoo

Self-Introduction yang akhir berabis

2007-07-17T15:03:00.000+08:00

It's my turn now :) *copy pastes from Nisah's*

Name(no order of preference): Sar/Sarah/Star when I'm a poklen
Age: 16 years 3 months I think.
Date of Birth: 20th March 1991
Reason(s) for living: to tolerate the things that can be tolerated
Hates: butterflies and homework
Motto in life: Never let anyone make you feel like you don't deserve what you want.

I am small and I worshipped Britney Spears in Primary Four.

Bio-licious

2007-06-05T19:33:00.000+08:00

Happy 41st b'day to sir zainal, our beloved biology teacher who has stuck by us for almost two years now. I must admit that we are damn blessed to have been given the honour of being his very first homeroom class for his very first year in MS. Rest assured that eventhough he hasn't taught for a long time here in MS, he has already made an impact. If that doesn't make him a darn good teacher then I don't know what does. WE ALL LOVE YOU SIR!!!

Happy Birdday!!!

2007-05-31T08:45:00.000+08:00

Today is our beloved Nisah's 16th birthday!!! Wouldn't it be cool to have a public holiday on your birthday? Lucky lucky pinji... Well,a year older, a little wiser right? Or.. yeah, whatever. Du du du.. Nis, if you're reading this... Have a smashing birthday and hope you'll have more great years ahead of you :)

Sugar-tit

2007-05-18T16:02:00.000+08:00

Haha... the post has nothing to do with the title... I just like saying that word XP My pet-name for Sarah. Anyway, you might be wondering why nobody's posted in this place in zoinks and the reason is... bloodymotherfuckin third topical tests :) But don't worry, it'll end soon and before you know it. We shall watch pirates of the carribean and ddr till our butts fall off... YEEEHHAAAWWW~ Yes, I am hyper. My rootbeer was prolly drugged... blublublbublbublbu.

Lastly, I saw this poster on a form 3 class wall (I was screwing a from 3 kid during cca) *cough* and it says that... LISTEN is spelled with the exact same letters as SILENT. Have you guys ever noticed that? Bet you didn't~ Toodles *does bimbo hand-shake with everybody in the world*

Ever came across these? Yeah, thought so.

2007-04-27T10:08:00.000+08:00

According to Sarah, if someone miss-called you, you have to miss-call that person back. Or else you are doomed and you just lost a friend. Even if it's someone you don't know.

I've never heard of such rule but Sarah claimed it's one of the typical unspoken rule by Bruneian teens. Well, Sarah...YOU should know. *coughpoklencough*

Since I don't know any more of those weird rules, I'll leave that section to Sarah, seeing that she's the expert on that.

Anyway, here are the other interesting things asked by our fellow Bruneians (along with crappy English translation. Go me.) :

"Bangun ko kah?" = "Are you awake?"
-usually when you answer phonecalls.

(or "Tidur kau sudah?" = "Are you asleep?")

"Balik kau sudah?" = "Are you home yet?"
-usually when you're still at school waiting for your dad/mom/driver/random dude to pick you up.
"Eh, kau masih sini?" = "Eh, you're still here?"
-same scenario as above.
"Nyaman tah?" = "Is it good?"
-when you're almost done eating something.
"Bukannya kau inda suka makan atukan?" = "I thought you don't like to eat that"
-When you're eating *insert whatever food you're eating*

There are more but I have a retarded memory so I'll have to ask the others to continue the list.

Is this even appropriate for our blog? haha oh well. There's always the delete button ;)

News at 5

2007-04-23T17:53:00.000+08:00

Panatzorists down! Panatzorists down! Sarah Hanna and Hanisah have been found to be absent today from school apparently because of a fever. Wan was quoted to say that Sarah did indeed look like crap yesterday during training and Sarah even foreshadowed the event of her absence. Hanisah however did attend school this morning but only managed to survive until break time until which she was escorted by her father home. Therefore Zati and Wan spent quality time together for the remainder of the day, talking smack about moleymoleymoley ridiculously annoying biyatch and bonding with the beloved budak-budak ginis upfront. We sincerely hope for the fast and miraculous recovery of both members of the Panatzorists and also wishes for their presence back in school as soon as possible. Also, we would like to wish our close friend Ian a smashing birthday. Thank you, more updates on Channel Dot later.

Self-introductions III

2007-04-22T11:06:00.000+08:00

Lollers. Aku copypaste kamu punya saja :B

Name(in no order of preference): Zati/Zat/Pau
Age: 15 years somethingsomething months
Date of Birth: 23rd June 1991
Reason(s) for living: to make my parents proud :), and to turn everyone into pacifists
Hates(in no order of preference): clowns and loss
Motto in life: To err is human. To forgive, divine. =)

Self-introductions II

2007-04-21T15:50:00.000+08:00

It's my turn now :) *copy pastes from Meng's*

Name(no order of preference): Nis/Pinji/OI
Age: 15 years 11 months
Date of Birth: 31st May 1991 (...I like cakes :))
Reason(s) for living: to make people feel good about themselves
Hates: all insects and people trying to commit suicide
Motto in life: The world is how you make it.

We all know which backstreet boy is gay so we are here to stay. Resistance is futile. Now have fun and don't let the bedbug bite; they may or may not give you aids.

Self-introductions

2007-04-20T22:08:00.000+08:00

Alright, before we get too carried away with this miraculous page of the web, I think it's only appropriate that we introduce ourselves (P.S: It doesn't matter whether you agree or not cos I'm gonna do this shit anyways).

Name(in order of preference): Wan/Meng/Sar's babun
Age: 16 yrs 7 mths
Date of Birth: 7 sept 1990
Reason(s) for living: karate, DDR, spartan-like men *drools*
Hates: spiders, tummy aches, show-offs, wannabes, decision making
Motto in life: What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger

Well, hope you'll enjoy this little patch of haven that me and my mates will reside in and do remember that yes, we are insane and yes, we did create sailormoon. Have a nice day suckers :)

why hullo thar

2007-04-18T20:31:00.001+08:00

We decided that the world needs another "OHMYGOD" blog. Thus.

Have a nice day.