Strange observation.

"Come la, MOS tonight"
"It takes too much preparation and energy laa. Unless I suddenly turn into a guy then all I'd need to do is take a shower put on some Lacoste Polo, baggy jeans and tennis shoes."

Not exactly breaking news. but it's funny how a few kids in college look a lot like the people I already know from Bangi.

I mean there's already a clone of the Ex in ICPU, a more muscular and less artistic Azzari in A levels, the Chinese version of friggin Ammar Hakim, and a just recently discovered Ojie! It's like life never changes no matter where you go. Haha. It saddens me how I've yet to find anyone that look like the girls of back home though. Not even one that remotely looks like Alyn. Huish.

Besides that, the untimely demise of my dearly beloved mp3 player has left me with a kind of emptiness. Nothing feels as normal anymore and my walks to classes are getting more and more lonely and boresome. I may be being melodramatic, but things are just SO DULL. *tear tear*

I hope my parents totally agree on getting me an iPod. I'll put my issues with the Macintosh empire aside for the iPod. As overrated as it is, it's the only thing out there that is capable of storing my entire media library.

Now I leave you with a Tony Almeida fanvid. Because he brought the soul patch back.

6.5.09

"Shafina! You look like a battered woman!"

"Yes I am! I am beaten, I am bruised and I am fucking tired of having to settle for second best!"

Took leave on Wednesday to get my JPJ driving test over and done with as well as spend time with these amazing girls. They are absolutely the best.

Power Rangers!!

Aliaa and Pika decided to do a whole fucking BBQ as our kind of "farewell and we're going out with a huge bang" party. Basically it was all just grilled chicken, hot dogs, some mind boggling custard and a massive chlorinated body of water. As well as a hell of a lot of cam whoring. I suppose about 250 pics in the expanse of 4 hours is a lot wouldn't you? Haha

So, yes back to the day. It was kind of impulsive I suppose. Basically, I just got my P and then Aliaa texted me about the BBQ and Best friend got her mom to send us to Aliaa's house (one of the more awkward car rides I've had).

Not much to say about the food other than the amazing custard and Aliaa's vanilla cupcakes!! =D. And yea the chicken was goood.

Now on to th fun bit; the pool! Where everyone either humiliated themselves in one way or another or showed off some super human abilities.

Like Adilah, the tiny wonder.

She can crawl on water. =D


As well as bring people back to life. Without the help of Aliaa of course.


This has nothing to do with Adilah. I just thought it was a pretty picture.

After splashing about for hours on end, we all decided the party was over and started cleaning. up. Well everyone else other than me and the best friend anyway. :P Instead we ensued some chaos.

Yes boys it is true.

Other than that group make out session.My absolute favourite part of the party has to be when Aliaa got a call from Lini saying that she was about to arrive when everyone was already on their way out and everyone screamed

"LARRIII!!!!! LARIII!!! MASUK DALAM KERETAA!!!!!!"

and when Aliaa said Lini was still on the phone. We tried to cover it up by screaming

"ANJIIIINGGG!!! LARRIII!!!! MASUK DALAM KERETAA!!!!".

Complete bullshit but hey. No one here likes Lini. Why she thinks she's still thinks we want to be her friend is still a complete mystery to us. The fucking loser.

Well that's the end. more or less. I'll love these girls forever and I'll miss them so bad.

Because this post lacks Aliaa and she's absolutely awesome. =)

Birches by Robert Frost

When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-coloured
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground,
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm,
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows--
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father's trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It's when I'm weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig's having lashed across it open.
I'd like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate wilfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth's the right place for love:
I don't know where it's likely to go better.
I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree~
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

Last time I read this was for SPM. Now I just can't stop thinking about it. I just bolded my favourite parts.

Prepare to be spoilt

So, X-men Origins: Wolverine. Yeah I watched it. and all I have to say is that it's FUCKING GAY. I totally understand that Stan Lee is a prostitute to "variation". Yes, he does set up his own booth and for a movie contract he will let you fuck up everything that is Marvel. Don't believe me? How bout an Adamantium gun that shoots Adamantium bullets that apparently makes Wolverine get amnesia? What kind of bullshit is that?

Other things that are totally wrong;

• How can Deadpool be fucking dead? I mean he's Deadpool AND Ryan Reynolds. How do you just KILL that? Seriously? Who in their right mind would do that?
• How did Agent Zero a motherfucking GERMAN. Suddenly turn into Daniel Henny? Not that I have anything against Daniel. I mean he's hottness personified. Still, Germany is nowhere near Korea.
• GAMBIT. How can you fuck up Gambit? How the HELL do you not give us a proper Gambit? His first time appearing on th big screen. Not only did you fuck up his eyes. He doesn't even have a proper Southern accent. and WHAT THE FUCK happened to is his French? You didn't even give the Thieves' Guild a single mention. WHY? HOW?
• No Wolverine does NOT get amnesia from two bullets to the brain.
• No Sabertooth and Wolverine did not go through various wars together!
• There was absolutely no woman other than Rose.
• Wolverine was NOT a lumberjack. He was a miner.
• Sabertooth's name is Dog Logan!
• Every single timeline of every single character has been fucked up HORRIBLY.
• That Cyclops and Professor X scene was just tremendously gay.
• How on earth did James get himself to Japan?
  

Things they got right;

• Wolverine's real name.

Conclusion;
Only watch it if you feel like having a good laugh over the total fuckery that is " X-men Origins: Wolverine".Stan Lee is a prostitute to Commercialism. I'm never watching another Marvel movie EVER. It's DC for me all the fucking way. Even if Marvel comes up with "better" story lines for their comics, DC keeps their integrity when it comes to film adaptation.

Popping the blog cherry

And in comes the gush of unexpected and nearly horrifying amount of unnecessary and useless information.

Hi.
I'm Shafina.
I like to claim that I use perfect English when I write.
Even though I basically rojak everything in real life.
I'm in college.
I am the definition of mediocre on paper.
I am friends with the most amazing people.
I like to write in short sentences.
I waste too much of my time.
After four years my mother has finally figured out that I smoke.
I like to read.
I like music.
I think my mother thinks I sleep around

I hope you guys are going to enjoy my future posts.
That is if people actually bother to read this blog. =)