tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58706222011-04-21T20:38:41.164-07:00they call me junkielife is for living.. risks are for takingfarrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comBlogger341100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1120569885898294822005-07-05T06:24:00.000-07:002005-07-05T06:24:45.903-07:00http://www.fret2fret.com/fretchords.htmlhttp://guitar.about.com/library/blchordlibrary.htmhttp://www.google.co.uk/search?hl=en&q=guitar+chords&meta=farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1114715901785127552005-04-28T20:23:00.000-07:002005-04-28T12:18:21.786-07:00watching a plane out the window.. almost wish i was on it.. oh well :)farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1113652237859747242005-04-16T12:55:00.000-07:002005-04-16T04:50:37.860-07:00back in england!singapore was really fun.. cant wait to go back in july. oh well england is cool toofarrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1110405675150739372005-03-09T22:50:00.000-08:002005-03-09T14:01:15.150-08:00today during luch vicky n, vicky w, justine, anchal ali, aksa and me watched mulan 2 (part of it) in the french history room. it wasn't bad.. not as good as the original though. the problem with disney sequels is they make the characters too whiny and draw them funny. i like the originals way better. anchal kept cheering for captain shang to take his top off. lol. but instead the short ugly guy farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1110218937966105582005-03-07T18:11:00.000-08:002005-03-07T10:13:03.410-08:00get a good education my ass.shouldn't there be more to life than going to school, getting a job and getting a pension? sighs. pms kicking in.sorry. i ran outta things to write about. bleahsfarrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1109450183064749552005-02-23T22:38:00.000-08:002005-02-26T12:52:09.713-08:00hey guys you need read my tagboard history to read tags.. my tagboard's not working well at the mo. but keep taggin yeah. miss ya'll : )------------ -- ----------- ---------- ----- - - - - - - - ----This lil gal frm my school called pravan just moved into our apartment. she's really cute and talkative.. think she's about 12. turns out her bro knows my bro and all.. so that's cool. we walked home farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1109018408309370992005-02-21T22:31:00.000-08:002005-02-22T11:04:12.746-08:00it snowed today.. oh wow. it was like christmas all over again.first day back at school. vicky N dyed her hair brown just like mine.. we're hair colour twins now. kewl. during history i finally handed in my one week overdue essay. while mrs hanson was talking, vicky suddenly squealed 'its snowing!'. we turned straightaway and saw tiny white dots floating outside the window. it was really hard to farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1107206752510714962005-01-31T21:22:00.000-08:002005-01-31T13:25:52.510-08:00things i learnt in history:
feargus o'connor plucked his eyebrows (well, i think so).
napoleon was killed by his wallpaper.
tea is the only thing that can help me get through history.. just barely
farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1106782908472041422005-01-26T23:48:00.000-08:002005-01-26T15:48:08.256-08:00recent conversation between mom and me :
mtv was on.. playing kanye west's 'jesus walks'. after a few seconds, mom couldnt take it and asked me to turn it off ("its giving me a headache")... to which i replied, "but mom, its a christian song." nice try. for some reason, mom has an even greater aversion to hiphop than she does to rock and roll. best part is hiphop/r&r are my brother's and my farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1106259295502076062005-01-18T22:30:00.000-08:002005-01-20T14:14:55.503-08:00Youth group day.
Today was the last day of exams. I didnt have exams but I came in anyway to hang out/ go for guitar lessons. I like being in school anyway.. the gals are fun and nice. Well, before lunch ali, jane, debbie, me and some others sat and a table chatting and laughing a lot about nothing in particular. Guess it’s the last-day-of-exams syndrome. Here’s some of the more interesting farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1105654172743546962005-01-15T22:35:00.000-08:002005-01-15T14:52:00.270-08:00to end speculation about my virginity (pokes madd) i think i'd better talk about saturday night like i said i would. it went like this.. (heck i'll just talk about the whole of saturday yeh)
its one week late but what th' hey..
i spent the morning at the school open house. i volunteered to be a tour guide despite my ability to get lost in the main building. fortunately the teachers realised my farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1105399744659840822005-01-10T23:35:00.000-08:002005-01-10T15:31:33.516-08:00i am no longer an OC virgin.
i finally watched it today in school. vicky w brought the whole first season.. so we watched it on tv in the english room. we had to hide when our history teacher passed the windows outside though cause we were kind of late for history. then the teacher walked into the class to ask justine something.. and i dont think she even noticed vicky and me. well the english farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1105045844978800712005-01-06T21:10:00.000-08:002005-01-06T13:10:44.980-08:00Everyone went nuts at school today. its our second day back at school.. everyone in the common room was really hyper and dancing and singing to oldies rock at the top of their lungs. we were all excited and tried to run away from our history teacher. we managed to waste 1/2 an hour before we had to go into class (cause one girl had already gone in). the teacher didnt bat an eyelid and went on farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1104443396191952722004-12-30T21:50:00.000-08:002004-12-30T13:52:44.650-08:00The housewife diaries.
Today i cleaned the kitchen sink. It was really really really really really (really) disgusting. Fear factor is nothing compared to the sink. Believe me. Here's how my day went..
After lunch i put on my Morrisons safe-grip rubber washing gloves and started putting stuff in the dishwasher. I had some minor setbacks when a couple of plates nearly slipped from my safe-grip farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1104356779532367092004-12-29T21:54:00.000-08:002004-12-29T14:02:48.966-08:00Latest update in my life:
I am training to be a housewife. No, really. I am. Its a long story.
In September we got our maid L a visa to follow us to the UK to help us while we're settling in. It was fine at first- mom and dad went to work all day, dan and I went to school all day, L helped us cook dinner and do some cleaning up. Then L decided that a Singapore salary wasn’t enough for her. So afarrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1104093722187417882004-12-26T20:45:00.000-08:002004-12-26T12:42:02.186-08:00Almost a white christmas
we spent christmas in newcastle with our family. it was a four-hour drive but pretty easy cause the roads were clear.. turns out everyone did their travelling the night before, so we were really lucky. we left on the morning of the 24th and reached just in time for lunch. Newcastle is quite pretty.. there's the river Tyne running through the city with five huge bridges farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1103842789928853492004-12-23T23:00:00.000-08:002004-12-23T14:59:49.926-08:00just realised i forgot to write about my first end of term at st. martin's.. oh well, here goes.
[9th and 10th dec 2004]
thursday was christmas lunch.. its when the lunch ladies cook special christmas stuff and its apparently the only time everyone in my form eats school lunches. i got back from going to town with vick and emma r (we had a free period before lunch) and we went to the cafeteria farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1103756708973790472004-12-22T23:04:00.000-08:002004-12-22T15:05:08.973-08:00[random thoughts]
there seems to be a conspiracy in england against people in a hurry. you try to overtake someone. you step to the right. he steps to the right. you manage to manoeuvre your way past him. he bumps into you. out of nowhere materialises a little kid playing ' this is how a drunk penguin walks'. and you end up even later for whoever it is you're meeting.
actually i suppose that farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1103498767968029462004-12-19T23:19:00.000-08:002004-12-19T15:26:07.966-08:00today's my birthday! i had a sort of extended birthday because of the time diff between sg and uk. i was walkin around birmingham with my fam yesterday.. it was so damn crowded. it looked like the whole of england decided to go to the bullring (b'ham's main shopping ctr). that was kinda sucky cause i dont like crowds. we didn't manage to find the oasis market, which is supposed to have really farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1099914815332206742004-11-08T19:49:00.000-08:002004-11-08T04:06:22.836-08:00Here's another story.. this one's called 'Mix'. Theme's racial harmony. Enjoy :)
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I stared intently at our intertwined fingers; a tangle of milky coffee-brown and olive skin. The edges of my mouth tilted up slightly. ‘Teh tarik’(milky tea). That was what his friends called him. Not much different from me. My friends had called me ‘rojak’(slang for mixed race) for as long as I could remember.
farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1097935994154681942004-10-16T22:11:00.000-07:002004-10-16T07:30:13.710-07:00this is my first entry in ages.. enjoy the story!
It was in St. Paul's Cathedral that I found God. Amongst the labyrinth of pews and benches, illuminated by the dim candlelight, was the first time I felt a flicker of His divine presence. It was profoundly comforting, yet strengthening in a way. It was something alien to me, yet I immediately felt a yearning for more. I felt as if I would never farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1079611014260875832004-03-18T03:45:00.000-08:002004-03-18T04:00:13.700-08:00when i think back
to the things i've said and done
i feel like i've been stupid.
really stupid.
betrayed my own feelings
in favour of what others think
someday i wont be able to take it
and i'll do something that i'll regret forever
i want to change things so i can learn
learn to be happy with myself
and my own decisions
its my life after all
we all learn this the hard way;
be true to farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1079011205514509942004-03-11T05:08:00.000-08:002004-03-11T05:23:15.153-08:00Neraka.
Neraka adalah hidupanku
Ia dibadankan dalam fikiranku
Dalam kesakitan yang saya rasai
kerana kegagalan diri sendiri
Ekspektasi masyarakat
yang tidak boleh ditemui
Cita-cita yang
tidak dapat dicapai
Kesedihan mengikuti
dalam setiap ciri-ciri
nyawaku yang baru bermula
tetapi masih hendak
diakhirkan juga
Fikiranku ingin dibebaskan
dari rantai-rantai
keberatan kehidupan
supaya boleh farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1077973340090596972004-02-28T04:23:00.000-08:002004-02-28T05:05:13.466-08:00Today was cool..
Sports day screwed up our morning. And we thought things were just gonna suck.. but we forced ourselves to go out anyway.. Thiri was wearing her cheer uniform to town and, man.. she looked hot. I wish I got everything on tape.. you could see all the guys' heads turn when she walked by. Mich, su and me were all expecting to have to give out thiri's number. But the guys were too farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1077022720299659362004-02-17T04:31:00.000-08:002004-02-17T05:01:17.780-08:00Today rocked.. after recess i was writing the valentine's day poem on the board.. just for fun.. for the whole class to appreciate..
Then my english teacher walked in.
She gave me a look when she saw me. Busted.
But she just ignored me and greeted the class. I took the chance to stick up two fingers behind her head.. you know.. the bunny rabbit thing. She got a real confused look on her face farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1076852582711480502004-02-15T05:14:00.000-08:002004-02-15T05:45:37.746-08:00k here's a poem me and my friends wrote.. we (well.. i) got forced into this sch valentine's day poem contest.. everyone was reading such serious stuff.. romeo and juliet, poems about true love, heartbreak.. geez.
love and bgr should be fun.. i think our poem shows it.. all my frens think we're gonna win.. i think we got disqualified for the drug references.. the teacher's faces turned white whenfarrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1074947451255028772004-01-24T04:04:00.000-08:002004-01-24T04:32:56.060-08:00You'll never guess what book my mom tossed me the other day.. The truth about life love and sex.. ouch.. that was direct.
My parents take the 'sex isn't something we talk about' thing to the limit.. theyre not that open.. and my mom's got a pretty.. shall we say.. morally upright upbringing. So to piss her off i told her i knew everything in the book already.
I did think i had it all figured out.farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1073920695176225172004-01-12T07:16:00.000-08:002004-01-12T07:22:12.943-08:00People always tell you that God knows what you’re going through.. When you hit a rough spot, all you gotta do is pray, so they say.. But its pretty hard to imagine.. y know.. God understanding bgr, money problems and homework stress and all.. teen stuff... Does he really hear you when you finally sit down and pray.. especially with all the big stuff he deals with in the universe every day..
When farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1071247463714175452003-12-12T08:44:00.000-08:002003-12-12T08:44:36.150-08:00at the net cafe.. this morning we stayed in.. had my usual war with mom in the kitchen.. i broke two glasses cause i did somethin wrong to the dishwasher.. oops.. i hate dishwashers...
we left the flat arnd 12+.. mom and dad were kinda sloe so me and my bro went downstairs.. i took tha stairs, he took the lift.. we reached at the same time but he said that he was first.. so we started arguing abtfarrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1070903501332287452003-12-08T09:11:00.000-08:002003-12-08T09:11:53.223-08:00ok great.. i'm in london.. dad's friend lent his flat.. mom decided she's gona learn to do all the mom kinda things she's never done in her life, since we have our own place.. cook, vacuum, wash dishes.. the works.. she's getting my aunt teach her learn to cook.. she's pretty good.. and she's only set off the fire alarm once.. dad yanked it off cause it wouldnt stop so now we got wires dangling farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1068471688141220452003-11-10T04:39:00.000-08:002003-12-12T08:28:50.863-08:00holidays are startin to really rock.. scool's startin later every day this week.. finally man.. theyre gettin the message that we have a life.. hehez.. Ponned sch today after chem... mr khalid totally forgot we had malay class and didnt show.. shoulda seen mich and suhaila's smiles after i told them manz.. hehe.. so today was damn slack..
Later my tuition class went to watch matrix.. it was coolfarrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1067770245931160292003-11-02T01:50:00.000-08:002003-12-23T06:00:37.140-08:00Where did the year go man.. sec 3 is over.. sec 4 comin up... Dont wanna think about that now though... Its holidays now.. unless youre in st margs or sas... 3 more weeks of extra lessons... why do they call it holidays anyway.. when its the same as regular school...
So exams have come and gone.. last day of school come and gone... Yeah.. No more worryin about results, tests... No more gettin farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1065013622808200492003-10-01T05:34:00.000-07:002003-10-01T06:15:41.470-07:00today was good.. went to malay class earli.. mr khalid wasnt there but the com was on... so i did my usual thing... turned off the com and shut the door so we could say we thought he wasnt in scool.. and pon malay.. :)... and then.. i saw he left the key in the door.. so i took them and tossed them in some corner.. but i didnt lock the door.. i went downstairs and met naidu.. she was doing some farrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5870622.post-1064746204990812042003-09-28T03:21:00.000-07:002003-09-28T03:50:05.313-07:00cant understand these feelings.. dont seem to know how to sympathise with people.. dont seem to know what to say, how to act.. dont know whats wrong, whats right.. it hurts to know ive hurt someone else.. or made them uneasy cause i didnt realise i was doing something wrong.. sometimes i take things too hard.. but other times i go too easy on a lot of things.. hmm.. but maybe if things feel rightfarrahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16736678225423112023noreply@blogger.com