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.
Short post made of words that matter.
Yes, this blog is indeed...
dead.
dead.
dead.
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.
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.
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*
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.
Mari main kira-kira :)
