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16th March 2013, 2.16 PM.
Hey peeps! Miracles of miracles, it rained today! A heat spell has been warming up Singapore for the past month. My ustaz (a teacher who teaches about Islam) say that Singapore hasn't been this hot since forty years ago, if I'm not mistaken. Funny, I don't know how my body didn't notice the heat. To me, it felt like normal. Then again, this is Singapore we're talking about. Welcome to Oven Island, where it's as hot as it can be!
Thanks guys for reading my previous entry and leaving comments. I do know that I have to be myself, I'm just saying that in this harsh reality of life, we have to tone ourselves down a bit in certain situations. I have problems with just that. The last of my cover has finally worn off and now I'm full-out Weirdo Girl again! Well, almost. My prefect badge stops me from doing something stupid sometimes. Yes, I'm a prefect now. The worst in the school, in my opinion.
Also, I got a new computer chair! It's comfy, it can swivel around, and it has wheels! Yeah, I know, no big deal, but sometimes, you just gotta love the simple things in life. \ (^w^) /
So, the Friday before last Friday was International Women's Day! ...I think. Anyway, my school dubbed it Muslimah Day (a Muslimah is basically a female Muslim, by the way). The whole event was rushed and rather sloppy, to be honest. I pitied General Potato (a friend of mine who transferred from Mayriff to Abric) as she was chosen to be the MC. After the event, she told me that 90% of her part wasn't even from the script, which she wrote herself the night before. She had to make up the rest herself because they added three more events to the, uh, main event at the last minute. Some of my other friends were complaining about the event afterwards. They said that the school were too reliable on the students, it seemed. I mean, General Potato had to write her script, I had to practise reading out an artice on silat (a Malay form of martial art and self-defence) at the last minute, and it was all during the CA1 week too! Talk about bad timing! Can't completely blame the school, though. The seniors said that it had been the first time that Muslimah Day clashed with the CA1 exam week.
The first few events were all about the importance of concealing aurat, which would mean having modesty. The only parts of the female figure that we are allowed to show to the males in Islam are our hands and our face. For those who are afraid of fitnah (which is something equivalent to a false accusation), they can wear the niqab, which covers most of their face except for their eyes.
Anyway, I have to say, the best event has to be Jasmine's silat performance. Silat is a form of martial art which originated from a geo-cultural area of Southeast Asia. It has hundreds of different styles but it mainly focuses on kicks, joint manipulation, throws, and bladed weaponry. Okay, that was taken from my article on silat (c) Wikipedia.  However, when I watched Jasmine perform onstage, it was that moment when I kind of understood her. As I watched the way she moved, her facial expression set to complete seriousness and concentration, I kind of understood why she was so serious all the time and why she was so disciplined.
THURSDAY
20th March 2014, 8.33 PM.
NO! NO! NO! NONONONONONO! I just completed this frickin' entry a minute ago and then I tried to post it and then it said I wasn't logged in! Verdammt, if I was Spy right now, I'd probably be spitting typing out a string of multilingual swears, seriously-!
Good thing y'ain't Spy, then. Thought you hated cussing?
Oh shut it, you! It's your fault I practically lost this entry's ending!
My fault? Now don't be such a child-
I am a child!
-you're going to be a teen this year so grow up, for goodness' sake! Learn to take responsibility! It's just an entry!
It was meant to be an entry in which I learned something and it was also supposed to be a...err...wise-ass entry! Not saying that I'm wise, I'm way too immature for that!
My dear Night Star, don't think too highly of yourself. Just because you know a few things, it doesn't make you wise. You're way too young to be deciding things like that.
I never said, implied, or insinuated anything of that sort! I just-
Come now, don't lie to yourself. We do share the same brain, you know. You can't possibly think that you can hide your thoughts from me?
'Course I don't...wait, weren't we supposed to be talking about this entry?
...There's nothin' else to talk about it, aside from the fact that you merely forgot to check if you had been automatically logged out by the verdammt system which apparently thought you were idle when you were actually typing out an entry. Serves you right for taking your sweet time to return to Bloop.
Hold on, are you implying that this was my fault?
Err, not exactly, but-
Don't lie to me, you MAGGOT! I swear I will smack your head upside till you see stars for all of eternity!
...Interesting threat. I'd like to see you do that without having a concussion yourself.
Don't get smart with me, you sneakin', back-stabbin' scum-
Hold your horses, mate-God, did I actually just say that?! Anyway...you've been reading TOO MANY TF2 fanfics, ma'am! I honestly think it's gone to your head! Look at us, we're arguing as though we're the mercs themselves! And you had to influence me too! We should be studying but NOOOOO, you waste your time going online and reading those damn fanfics, how do you think that's gonna help when your exams come along, huh? You got an answer for that?
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Thought as much! And tomorrow, we're gonna be going OUT, for a class REUNION, and you feel as though you're wasting time, as though you should be at home, studying, when you're actually being lazy since you haven't studied at all!
...You do realise that this isn't helping, right? And that it's embarrassing?
Heck if I care if this is embarrassin' or not! And yes, I very well know that even though I'm yelling at you yet AGAIN and this time in front of readers, you will NOT change at all. You'll just type all this crap and then post it just to get your feckin' attention like the blasted attention-seeker you are. Isn't that what this is, anyway? A freaking act! Don't deny it, you gutless coward! This is all an act!
It's not! Damn it! This should be in a different entry!
Oh, and THAT'S all you care about? What should be in which entry? Figures. You fuss over the stupidest of things and yet, you don't seem to care about the important stuff.
I'm only trying to get my Journal neat, okay? This entry is messed up and people are probably shakin' their heads now and saying, "Oh, this kid needs to see a psychiatrist"! Which I don't wanna do 'cause it won't help since I'd probably stay silent all the time, anyway!
Maybe you SHOULD take some pills. I think it's more likely that people will think this fake. An act. After all, you were one for dramatics, weren't you? Always trying to be the center of attention.
Excuse me? The fact that you talk to me in my head and now even dare to break out and type here is what makes me weird! Besides, I'm not even the center of attention at school! They don't give a damn about me!
Then why should you give a damn about them?
Because I have a heart, you dummkopf schweinehund!
Yeah, sure you do.
What? Of course, I do! Oi, don't you walk away!
Verdammt. Ich kann es nicht glauben, die tatschlich passiert ist, sie brach aus, nein, das sollte nicht passieren...
I think using Google Translate was a bad idea. You know how unreliable that is.
SHUT UP AND GO AWAY, YOU SLIMEBALL!
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