kissfariz

kissfariz @ 2008-09-07T14:01:00

2008-09-07T06:03:38Z

I'd moved.

New

Speechless

2008-08-26T14:17:26Z

I'm left with no emotion now.

Congrats.

Insomnia

2008-08-26T09:00:00Z

Prelim Examination - English Paper 2 - Summary (Draft)

No, I don't have any sleeping deprivation. I just need some breaky-break to get away from all these prelim papers and what-nots. It was manageable but when the big hoo-ha days are over, that would be really awesome. And then I can resume my adolescent life like any other sane 17 year olds would.

Oh, I LOVE LAURA LAINE. GOOGLE HER! Swear, she's major in fashion illustration.

Ephemeral Phenomena

2008-08-25T09:15:05Z

I'm sorry, but I just have to let it out to you in the most reasonable way I could. I can't. Enough said.

I can't live my life with all these negative rebukes, with all these demeaning comments, with all these pressure and impulses to lead me into something that I don't want to get involved at all. You're such a sweet and intellectual being. But I just can't see myself being with someone so dominantly aggressive with my feelings. It sounds corny, it sounds lame, and it certainly sounds bloody emo to you. But I don't give a flying fuck. I'm an adolescent with emotions, not a sex blow-up toy.
I don't commit myself to be in a relationship with you to take all the crap that you are able to bombard me with. I'm just there to be with you who I though would care for me, be there for me when I have a breakdown, comfort me, being spontaneously romantic and not just showing approval through mere solid gestures and silent awes.

Call me virginal, naive, sexually inactive, infantile nimrod. I will not care. Cause like you perceived, I'm nothing to you but a piece of flesh. True enough, I am a person with a paucity of being in love. You once told me, Don't get yourself involve into this relationship with having high hopes. I don't. Because experience had taught me that in life, you won't get anything you want or deserve in the end. It's not your duty as a lover to pet my feelings but as a role of a human being, you ought to do so. And you didn't.

If you ever to chance upon this post, don't hesitate to not call me or contact me in anyway. To recapitulate;
you're just an ephemeral phenomena.
I really hope you get yourself into a relationship where you can literally fall in love with. I guess I'm not the one for you though.
Oh well.

Yours Truly,
Fariz J

editted: thank you for the virtual hugs

Stop pinning the voodoo doll

2008-08-24T08:00:05Z

My eyes are swelling from emotional deprivation.
My brain is aching with a nasty fever.
I am in a much of a foul mood to procrastinate and not study.
I feel pathetic, hopeless, unhappy, belittled and all of the above mentioned.
It's not one of those best mixture of physical and emotional exhaustion when fasting month is around the corner.
High hopes, big dreams, will all soon be tarnished.
I can't afford to have high expectations during this awfully, crucial moments of my life on something I know I will not get it at the end (although how much I want it so). It's just a mere facade, I guess.

A facade that I hope, one day, would be a reality for my sake, not yours.

(AWMAGAWD, GIMME A MOTHER-FUCKING PANADOL!)

Where are You?

2008-08-21T12:31:59Z

Just once, just once,

I wanna be in Love.

But somehow, I just can't.

ZARA Fall/Winter Girl: Sasha Pivovarova

2008-08-16T16:24:08Z

Oohmagawd!!!
OK, Zara, a Spanish chain store that has a gazzilion shops around the bloody globe, had just released their first two photos for the Fall/Winter Catalogue Campaign.
AND! Sasha Pivovarova is in IT! ARGH! First, it was Hilary Rhoda for 2007's Fall/Winter. And now SASHA! Mind you, both are the upcoming top ten supermodels (as acclaimed in US Vogue Mag after the death of the "Supermodel" period).

Wahduh, I am soooo going back to work at the end of the year!

Hey Good Looking

2008-08-15T07:42:10Z

Urban, an addtional issue with the Straits Times that comes out weekly, did a feature on those ever-stylish fashionistas on the street to illustrate a point that Singapore isn't just Merlions and Mas Selamat but a fashion capital (or soon to be).
I honestly love Urban. I don't say that because I'm in it. It's like Vogue, except its really cheap, doesn't do editorial campaigns and it's isn't as glossy as those high-fashion mag. But truth is, it's a great essential for those who's on the move and love Fashion as much as I do (or practically doesn't have time to buy those overrated mags with their 9-5 clock outs).

Whatever, so practically, I was going out with this lovely pig, Coco, and we had a lovely conversation over our frappucino at Burger King since there ain't any space for us, when all of a sudden, a gorgeous Asian woman with a photographer by her side came and approach us. I was like, OMG, not another donation.
But it can't be, cause she's wearing this uber lovely over-sized, yellow knitwear top and had an august presence from her. So she introduced herself as Noelle, journalist from SPH and was doing an issue about proving that they are stylish peeps out there other than the poor dressers and all. So I was like, OMG, she's doing a feature and she wants us to be in it!
And so I was right, and had be seated on the place itself (Burger King, Liat towers; NOT GLAM I KNOW!) and we had to do the photo shoot there and then! I was like, urmmm, ok, opposite of me there's a glass wall with A LOT of people inside indulging their trans-fat meals and beside me were those cool-daddio adults with their lappies and so here I am, posing for the camera as if I'm some big shot papa from the west coast.

So she asked some questions and it was like so weird cause I acted as if I got Oral Examination or something and I was talking all crap about Hedi Slimane and how he revolutionize the menswear industry and the flying fuck about skinny boys looking good as an androgynous figure or whatever I crapped about. And after a few heart-wrenching days, she SMS-ed me and asked more questions. And she finds me funny and all so it's a major deal for me to get in touch with a fashion insider. And tada!

I look like a BryanBoy impersonator but hey, it's a lot of effort to pose infront of a gazzillion pair of eyes. I love you NOELLE LOH!!! I'll make it up for you!

(I seriously hope some top modeling agencies would glance upon this. HAHA Kidding!)

kissfariz @ 2008-08-14T18:27:00

2008-08-14T10:34:31Z

PURCHASE
STRAITS TIMES
TOMORROW

It's gonna be MAJOR!!!

BLOODY LUDICROUS

2008-08-12T07:04:36Z

Thank you for participating in the Direct Polytechnic Admission (DPA) exercise. We have received many DPA applications this year, and are heartened to read about your talents and interest in an applied education at the polytechnics.

In order to pick the most deserving DPA applicants, we have been strict in our selection criteria. We looked through all the DPA applications, considered the various portfolios and write-ups submitted by applicants, and interviewed selected applicants to further assess their talents and interests in the polytechnic courses they applied to. For certain polytechnic courses, we also requested applicants to sit for our aptitude tests.

We have given serious consideration to your DPA application. Unfortunately, we regret to inform you that you have not been selected for placement in one of the polytechnics under the DPA exercise.

Nevertheless, we encourage you to continue pursuing your interest in an applied education at the polytechnics. We have always enjoyed teaching students like yourself who aspire to realise your potential through our polytechnic education. You can apply to our polytechnic courses via the Joint Admission Exercise (JAE) and Joint Polytechnic Special Admission Exercise (JPSAE) conducted after the release of the GCE ‘O’ Level results. More information on these admission exercises can be found on the polytechnics' websites.

We thank you again for your interest, and wish you all the best in your studies.

Those mofos. I can't practically blurt out my anger through verbal abuse in this blog. I can't afford to fork out thousands of dollars or even spend my time in jail if I was caught discriminating their so called 'strict criteria'. But I can say this;

This is FUCKING BULLSHIT

Enough said. Oh, B3 for Malay. Whoopie...

Wish me luck.

2008-08-11T14:05:42Z

My heart is finally pumping now. I mean, in the afternoon I was dandy and all but now, it's just getting worse. We're talking about my GCE O Level Mother Tongue. A subject which I always fail.
I'm not kidding you. From the time I enter secondary school, I always get myself a C5 for my Malay. It's kind of embarrassing to know that you suck at your own native language and everyone is aware of that. And particularly, those who are aware of my incapability are like some kind of those Malay "Shakespeare" clans where they read Malay novels everywhere and use like super bombastic vocabularies in the compositions, leaving me sick to my stomach. Bus stations, classrooms, toilets, everywhere; they would read their bloody novels. And for me to compete with them in a matter of months really hit me.
Hard.
Demoralizing is one factor. But to be in par with those who practiced this literacy since a young and tender age makes, I don't know, sick again. I worked so hard in those few months. I studies the whole list of idioms, take down phrases, reading novels and newspapers, asking the teacher's for help and all the things I can offer myself to be at my best.
AND OMG! I just realise that tomorrow there's another result; my DPA submission. It's like, they'll e-mail you for your interviews and all that shit and like, I'm not ready yet! Pfft. I don't see myself in Poly. You know, the Poly life, the Poly friends, the Poly canteen vendors. I don't know. My decision ought to change as time would come.

I'm ready for my close-up.

2008-08-07T06:38:01Z

Channel News Asia crew is coming to my school for some interviewing thingy and I'm one of the selected few who would be the interviewee. They just going to ask, "What does the National Anthem means to you?" and "Why do we sing the Pledge everyday?". I bet you, it's like being in a game show but you don't win anything at all by answering the correct question. The questions are so simple and yet, I can't really give a definite answer. I mean, Yea, I am proud to represent my school and getting the dunno-how-many minutes of fame. I just wish I won't do anything stupid. I mean, they're ought to edit things out right?

Oh God, bless me with your love.

kissfariz @ 2008-08-03T20:46:00

2008-08-03T12:50:02Z

I actually got some really MAJOR stuff to tell you guys but I guess I don't wanna put on any high hopes on it. But if it does come true, whatsoever it is, it's going to be fan-fucking-tastic, I bet you. Just wait for a couple of more days, I hope. I seriously hope that they'd picked me.
HAHAHA!

You don't know, but I got to know! *saying in the most annoying girlish squeaking way

Keep guessing...

WATCH THIS SHIT!

2008-08-02T14:56:53Z

Oh Lord, this is THE most funniest video I had came upon, like seriously. First of all, I LOVEY-DOVEY-MUCHY-KUCHI-FENDI-LOVEY-LOVE JEFFREE STAR!!! He's such an, I dunno, a great ass tranny! I should stop typing now. Enjoy the video! Don't wet yourself.

I got a new Plasma TV

2008-08-01T06:20:23Z

O Levels are coming like a conveyor belt in those downgraded airports. It's like, you've been waiting for your luggages for such a long time, but then, as your lugage is around the corner, and you see your luggage passing by you, you miss the it. Leaving for another 10 minutes to fetch it back. I really can't fathom why I feel so much at ease but at the same time, insecure about my studies. It's been a long long long way and yet, so near for the music. Do you get what I mean? Never mind. Time would tell.
I just can't wait for the exams to be done and over with. I wanna get like, really fabulous results, shake some hands with some of my subject teachers saying that they had helped me a lot and would give them major discounts if they were to come to my boutique one day, looking fabulous and laugh silently as the juniors would struggle doing some of their shit-ass choreography for orientation or something. Gah, I can't wait.
I just feel like procrastinating and ditching my study timetable but it wouldn't be fair for mum and dad to suffer. They really expect me to be a like, I dunno, some marital lawyer or a political figure, OK?! I mean, they give me dozens of tuition,~~(one of which I am not satisfied with cause he's such a dimwit)~~ and would play the militant role as a good parent to inculcate some moral values. And doing so by giving me more tuitions.
Screw those mofos.
Oh, I can't wait to hang out with my old art classmates again. This is so sex-citing. I mean, like, to know what they've been going through in an art school and all, ~~when I myself should be there since like, you know.~~ It's going to be a fan-fucking-tastic Gangbang! And Batman and Joker would be our stripper for the day, sticking his techno-shit gears up the Joker's ass. No doubt that Joker would be laughing instead of moaning in orgasm. Oooh lala.

With upmost gratitude

2008-07-27T06:16:35Z

Thank you.
Thank you for the treat to pizza hut. Thank you for the ice cream, and the birthday song (which was of course, tuned into the whole restaurant which was quite embarassing and like, the candle kept blowing off cause I was breathing too hard).
Thank you for the birthday cake for which you guys surprised me until I simultaneously cried like a sissyfart.
Thank you for staying up till the wee hours of the night, hanging out at the coffee shop, sipping our canned drinks and the amazing conversation we had about our present/future plans.
Thank you for the mini Eiffel tower.
Thank you for the bucket of comments, some of which I am not too keen to accept because they're quite retarded with the 'cute' installation of pictures and glitters. But heck, you remembered.
Thank you.
And I bloody hope my wish will soon come true.

Psychology Studies

2008-07-24T08:14:48Z

Thank you for applying to Temasek Polytechnic’s Diploma in Psychology Studies.

We would like to you to attend an information session about this diploma THIS SATURDAY. This is an opportunity for you to get to know more about the course. In this exercise, you will also be participating in some individual activities to help us get to know you better.

We look forward to seeing you at the session this Saturday!

Oh my God. I know it's just an information session but I never really thought I was worth to be looked upon as a potential candidate. This is really fantastic! I mean, I applied DPA, picked it as my second choice, and there I am in one of their long list of other students who may or may not have fantastic appreciation of Pyschology. Unfortunately, it's on Saturday. FARIZ J BIRTHDAY SATURDAY. And I said that with no means of getting a birthday present at all although I would really appreciate it if you do, cause you know, presents are nice and all so I will be happy on my birthday and wouldn't that be the point of having a Happy Birthday at the first place?

Whatever, it's in the morning. I can skip tuition, go there, have a look at their course, ~~see some hot mofos,~~ and do a test or whatever. I'll bring whatever I have to bring to impress them. It is so absurd that Psychology isn't really my interest. But the prospect of having the entitlement of a Diploma in Psychology opens a lot of door. Public relations, law, engineering, so on and forth. I did have a mini-psychological-talent when I was young. I used to contemplate people and see their pre-/post- actions when they're doing something random or whatsoever. I'll just look away when I know they're gonna look at me, and they won't have the chance to catch me looking at them because I'll be trying to think out aggresively about their actions when I know there's nothing to it that can make me happy except for a White Power Ranger figure then.

Oh, I'm psychic too.

How do I know your name? Well, I'm psychic. Besides, it's written on your name tag.

Kingdom of Thailand

2008-07-23T08:07:21Z

Thailand; the Land of Smiles. Literally. I mean, everywhere I go, people, 'normal strangers' people, be it the beggar under the overhead bridge or the sales assistants form 7 Eleven, they can afford to smile in the midst of everything. Once, I even saw a man cutting a queue, smiling. I mean, how inconsiderate and considerate is that is? We should learn their etiquette.

Put your palms together, bow, and chant "Loy Loy KATONG!".

First of all, the airplane trip was EXCITING! I nearly pee on my pants when it was time to take off. The plane was shaking and all, as if I was at a roller coaster except for the fact that you're seated at the row where the air stewardess is sitting directly in front of you. Smiling.

Bangkok, a fcuking paradise I tell you. Forget about deserted island, forget about spa treatment, forget about shaving your pubes with a clean shaver; VISIT BANGKOK! Three days would never be enough if you're spending you're knee-length depth on cheap cheap cheap clothes that looks amazing on you. I mean, c'mon, a 12 bucks shirt and a 15 bucks pants?

The good thing was that they had a lot of my size (compared to Singapore where I had to asked for a smaller size but ended up going out of the store while the sales assistant is 'searching' for it as I probably figure out that my size would not be available so I don't bother to waste my precious time, but that is not the case now).
And it's cheap.
But one thing is that it's fcuking warm over there so you have to bring a mini-fan or just be nude walking along the crowded streets. I was sweating like a mofo. I mean, I am shopping at the world's biggest weekend market in the world then. I feel like I just achieved something grand by walking in some 141645 square meters monument or sometihng. I mean, I can proudly say, "Oh, Mount Everest? Well, I had just shopped at THE biggest weekend market in the world" *grins while their jaws dropped*

Whatever. I'll stop here. I don't think I'll be posting the pictures over here. I'm just all too tired to do so.

Prelims are coming

goodbye

2008-07-18T23:51:03Z

I am at the airport now. In a few minutes time I'll be boarding the plane. Thank you so much for the well wishes and all. Will update if I get the chance to have an internet connectiont there.

Yours Turly,
Fariz J

P.S. : Don't be jealous bitches.

4 SHIRTS

2008-07-18T09:02:59Z

I in the midst of packing up my stuff for tomorrow's airplane trip to Thailand. Unfortunately, I don't feel anything special at all although I know I am going to be really nerve-wrecked tomorrow morning. No butterflies flying in the tummy, no cold hands, no enthusiasm from the mynah birds. Just, absurdly normal. It's like I had done this a lot of time. Most probably I was a socialite in my previous life.
Whatever.
I can't wait to read "The Witch of Portobello" by Paul Coelho. It is such riveting when something special is so hard to expressed on paper but some people can write it so coherently without any flaws. I wish I can do that. Oh well. So I will be on the plane, reading my book, asking for peanuts or something they have in planes from the air steward.

I will see you on Monday; with gifts and Thai Ah Gua's.

kissfariz @ 2008-07-11T14:49:00

2008-07-11T06:56:36Z

HAHAHAHA!
I am in the state of euphoria right now. BANGKOK, HERE AM I COMING ON THE 19TH OF JULY!
So next Saturday will be my flight off to Bangkok instead of the week after that. Oh my god. I can't wait! I am soooooooo going to be shopping my ass off. To add on, WE'RE STAYING IN A SUITE! And I already know what to bring for the trip. I have learned to light pack so that I would not get some trouble with the airport staffs for overload or something. Is it true you can't bring toothpaste on the plane or say bomb in the airport or something? Hmmm. OK: list pack.

Outfit 1: Sit by the pool (cloudy)
Outfit 2: Sit by the pool (sunny)
Outfit 3: Sit by the pool (someone else has the same outfit as me)
Outfit 4:

So Huda, does this makes you happier?

Happy Thailand to You.

2008-07-09T13:33:05Z

I'm writing an essay of "Life is Great: How would you make use of a $1000 to celebrate life or make life great for others?".
I need to win the cash money man. I'm in desperate need of money now. Not to mention I feel a bit stupid when it comes to writing such formal essays. On a lighter note, I am going to Bangkok soon!
When you may ask? Hmmm, flying off on the 26th July. Oh wait, does that ring a bell? Oh, of course it does.
IT'S MY BLOODY BIRTHDAY FOR GOD'S SAKE!
A phone is in my hand now, trying to think of a perfect reason to tell my Dad to postpone the trip to an earlier date but I don't see that scenario to turn out very well enough for me. It's not that I do not want to celebrate my birthday with my family but it's just that, my birthday would be spent inside an airport, and you know how long you have to alight your plane and all that admin shit. And by the time you arrive there, you'll get jet lag. That's not you typical birthday plan would it? I mean, I just want to enjoy myself on MY DAY for once. But being with my Dad would also be a rare chance for me to get along with him since he's always out of the country. ARGH!
I'm stuck in between decision, and trust me, it couldn't be worse. And trust me, I never had this type of decision. I'm harsh, straight on, serious about such matters, in school and on bed.
OK, I'm calling my Dad now....

No negotiation. Perfect. Short and simple. God, I love this moment. (sarcasm to those dimwits)
But to add on, he says he'll decide later, which is a positive note isn't? Oh God, please let it not me be on my birthday. I do not want to celebrate this occasion with the Thai ah gua's and children with water bombs chanting "LOY LOY KATONG" (meaning water festival). And I said that to no offence to good gay people of Thailand. That includes the rascals too.

kissfariz @ 2008-07-05T21:07:00

2008-07-05T13:28:57Z

J: You know whats the similarity between Ashley Isham & Fandi Ahmad?
They work hard?
J: Not only that. They have talent to be able to perform that others failed to do, and also down to earth. Talent is like raw diamonds that needs to be polished; discipline and hard work. Why don't you show to your mum the real Fariz J, the Fariz J where he is able to perform, and not just talk the talk
Thanks Dad. I need to that.
J: No problem, son. I know you are able to do better that what you think.

Talking to my dad is really quite daunting but comforting at the same time.

I started the conversation between me and me Dad, talking about my passion and drive for fashion. He's all into it but my Mum is worried about my well-being. And he did the perfect thing, to console me, to tell me that I should be showing my mother what I am capable of doing instead of proving it by just innocuous claims. I need solid, va-va-voom projects that makes my Mum jaws drop to the ground. My Mum would be proud of me by then. So would my Dad; but prouder.

Again, thanks Dad. You're the best.

kissfariz @ 2008-06-30T22:09:00

2008-06-30T14:45:40Z

Fariz J: Salam sejahtera, Cikgu.
Cikgu: Salam sejahtera, Fariz.

Fariz J: Boleh saya duduk?
Cikgu: Sila duduk, Fariz. SIla baca petikan ini apabila kamu sudah sedia dan baca dengan baku, yea?

Fariz J: Reads as if I'm some kind of a hot jock Malay news presenter (I wish I could work with TV! for a screen test or something?).
Cikgu: Baik, mari kami bermula untuk berbicara. Apakah makanan antarabangan kegemaran anda?
Fariz J: Oh, saya suka makan makanan yang pedas seperti Nasi Briyani dan Roti Prata (ROTI PRATA ISN'T SPICY DUMBWIT!) kerana ia mempunyai rasa yang amat berbeza, dibandingkan dengan makanan Melayu ataupun Cina yang tidak begitu pedas. (This is completely untrue cause I hate spicy food. Period)
Cikgu: Selain daripada pedas, mengapa anda suka makanan sepertimana kamu sudah katakan tadi, seperti Nasi Briyani?
Fariz J: Saya orangnya mencabar; So (shit, I'm not suppose to say an English word) - dengan itu, saya suka mencuba makanan Italia dan makanan Spanish. Makanan India pula mempunyai rasa yang pedas, yang telah pun saya katakan tadi, dan ia mempunyai rasa yang amat unik dibandingkan dengan makanan Melayu dan Cina. Pada pandangan sayalah, makanan Melayu dan Cina amat biasa, dibandingkan dengan makanan Melayu dan Cina. (I always repeat the words if I'm really nervous or people just get on my nerves)
CIkgu: OK, kamu rasa makanan yang kamu telah sebut itu makanan tradisional ataupun makanan antarabangsa?
Fariz J: (OK, I'm in deep shit. Quick, say something smart!) Oh, saya rasa kedua-duanya benar. Kerana Nasi Briyani mungkin dimulakan di India seratus tahun sebelum ini. Roti Prata pula, apa yang saya dengari, di mula di Malaysia dan ia dibawa ke India dan mungkin juga dimula beratusan tahun sebelum ini. (When it comes to this point, I believe they were not interested in the time span but I guess it was compulsory to make the tradition part much more relevant. But hundred years? Bite me!)
Cikgu: Hmmm, bagus. Lagi satu soalan, jikalau kamu mempunyai kawan antarabangasa, apakah makanan yang kamu akan memberikan dia untuk mencuba?
Fariz J: Oh, saya akan memberi dia makan Roti John dan Cili Ketam. Ia kerana Roti John dan Cili Ketam adalah makanan-makanan yang dari mulanya diperbuat di Singapura dan ia tidak begitu ketara (hah!) di negera lain untuk menikmati makanan-makanan ini. Baru-baru ini juga, saya membawa kawan saya dari Amerika Syarikat (JACK POINT!) ke Simpang Bedok kerana ia mempunyai banyak pilihan seperti makanan Melayu ataupun Cina. Saya memberi dia mencuba Roti John di sana. Kawan saya berasa amat berpuas hati dengan makanan-makanan si sana. (OK, the deal is, I did have an American tourist with me, AND I DID accompanied her to go to Simpang Bedok to try out the Roti John cause it was just the sex. How I met her? Long story.)
Cikgu: OK, itu sahaja. Terima Kasih.
Fariz J: Terima Kasih.

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH! I'M ECSTATIC! I think I did bloody well, didn't I? I dunno, I mean, they didn't asked whether you have anything more to say at the end of the conversation? Cause if they do, it goes to show you're not talking much. And I did talk a lot and they didn't ask! Oh my god. A sense of euphoria and relief soon rises up inside my body as I leave the examination hall. MIND YOU, I suck at Oral Examination. Last year, I didn't talk for a minute when the examiner asked me a question. And it was the national examination and I was like, ermmm, hmmmm, ahhhhh. Nimrod. Whatever, I hope I'll get a distinction for my Oral. It'll be awesome to get a distinction for Malay too. But I guess it'll be too far-fetched. Anyhow, no comments.
Have a nice trip to Turkey Arshar, my good friend/tourist/cool-daddio tutor!

Interview Exklusif Datin Sri Rahayu & Dato Siti Nurhaliza

2008-06-25T15:23:12Z

This a bloody witty video that I came upon during Youtube just now. This incidentally (or strangely) kinda help me with my preparation for Oral Examination next Monday.