What to do in department stores.

1. Get 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's carts when they aren't looking.

2. When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask,"Why can't you people just leave me alone?"

3. Dart around the store suspiciously loudly humming the "Mission Impossible" theme.

4. In the auto department, practice your "Madonna look" using different size funnels.

5. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker, assume the fetal position and scream.."NO! NO! It's those voices again!!!!"

6. Get several bouncy balls and throw them down an aisle shouting "go, pikachu, go!"

lame-o azz.

craig david is playing on mtv. just got off the phone with azzuu. he went to watch that annoying cheapo show, HANNAH MONTANNA so i left him be. He shall call me backk after its done. Hannah Montanna is almost as annoying as totally spies and lilo&stitch blegh. We watched the lamest horror movie of all time (the office) at ryonna's party last night so now azz's all scared. i am taking full advantage of his freaked out state for my petty amusement.

he should be calling back preeeetty soon.

about the bek.

Three names you go by:
1. bekah
2. reb
3. retard

Three screen names you have had:
1. santa bekah
2. rebekah is a boring name
3. rebka

Three physical things you like about yourself:
1. my legsss
2. face
3. currently my nails. heh. THEYRE BLACKK.

Three physical things you do not like about yourself
1. arms
2. lack of weight
3. the general upper body. youuu knooow.

three parts of your heritage:
1. briteesh
2. clubbit
3. urm INDONESIAN? lols.

Three things that scare you:
1. the dark when its quiet
2. things that go bump at night
3. bitey growly barky dogs.

Three of your everyday essentials:
1. mirrormirrormirror
2. all i need is a mirror, i can survive otherwise.
3. really.

Three of your favorite musical artists as of now:
1. muse
2. metallica
3. britney hahah.

Three of your favorite songs: (well as of now)
1. anna molly - incubus
2. autumn & me - saving jane
3. supermassive black hole - muse

Three things you want in a relationship:
1. protectiveness loyalty blah
2. fun
3. a friend.

Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you:
1. eyes
2. smile
3. if eyes & smile bagus, the rest boleh lah. but the bod shouldnt be TOO bad oso ;)

three of your favorite hobbies:
1. guitaring
2. socializing
3. onlining. (oh and making new words hahah)

Three things you want to do really badly now:
1. go out.
2. eat pizza
3. go to my room to find it done up without any effort on my part.

Three careers you're considering/you've considered:
1. writing.
2. interior design
3. would you believe.. POLITICS.

Three places you want to go on vacation:
1. bali
2. kay-lhee-fo-nyia
3. london.

Three kid names you like:
1. delilah
2. anna
3. gwen

Three things you want to do before you die:
1. get boobs hah
2. get a tatt
3. well i dont want to die alone. dont really care if im married or whatev but just not ALONE

Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy:
1. lack of boob.
2. i run.
3. i am untidy as heck

Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl:
1. i say 'like' alot.
2. i live to shop and shop to live
3. well duh cos im a girl

Three celeb crushes:
1. wouldnt say crush lar but definately nice to stare at. and drool. ahem, you get the point. ORLANDO BLOOM
2. jamie foxx
3. that dude in crossroads -swoon-

Three people that i would like to see take this quiz:
1. azzu
2. dani
3. emmabanana
4. lets be gay and put Y-O-U

my room

on tuesday we're going to begin my room renovations... I FINALLY GET TO PIMP MY ROOM~!!

the color scheme is going to be... -jeng jeng jengggg- pink and green!! the ceiling, if all goes according to plan, shall be black and the borders shall be white. (think shocking pink like fuchsia and limwire icon green)

i get to have a big room! i get to have a big room!

un-fuck.

i found my zen. =D
heh.

oh fuck.

oh fuck.

i think i lost my zen. literally.
PLEASE OH PLEASE IF YOU TOOK IT PLEASE RETURN I AM BEGGING YOU PLEASE.

i am panicking.
if found, call 0128801347.

(its a black mp3 player.)

bekah lookalikes

http://www.myheritage.com/FP/photo.php?siteID=1&photoID=6026931&source=album&sourceID=985620&albumID=985620
go there.

emo living.

we were seventeen and on our own
when we hit the gas for the great unknown
i was named for a boy, she was named for the fall
and nothing else really mattered at all.

i knew what happened on the kitchen floor
and she knew what she meant when i wrote on the door
secrets spilled into the dark
and everyone wants a piece of my heart.

its a lullaby
its a beautiful life
and it sings me to sleep most every night
so i hold it close
and i hide it it away
thats how i keep it from going astray
love doesn't need a rhyme or a reason to be
this is the story of autumn and me.

we grew up fast in a few short years
we littered the path with the tracks of our tears
but we carved our names in the proverbial wall
and nothing else really mattered at all.

we earned every line in our twenty five years
we cried over boys and we laughed over beers
i wouldn't trade the girl for a song
she lets me know right where i belong.

rooftop dancing in the summer heat
new car crash on a one-way street
strangers moving up to the fourth floor
strange, now nobody knows me more.

hari raya

i'm listening to my favourite emo indon band, PETERPAN. sigh.



here's what happened today after 3 wardrobe changes and many retarded moments. Raya visiting began at 10. we went to pick up danielle and we left for the chief ministers house. Just like LAST year, we bumped into azzuu (hes leaving for sibu today -sob-). saw ijaz, imran, irwan, alena, tijan and unc jack. was sad to say all we got were pictures (ahem, no cash kah?? waaa sehh. jkjk). from there, we left to random dude's house (friend of father). ate, got cash, left, smuggled out a bottle of water haha.

THEN WE WERE OFF TO AMIRA'S~!!
..
.
only to find amira wasn't there.
-.-"

however, we found Ham, Nurjas, Muz, Dayah, Sarah, and the good-ol' amira standby, ALIYA. Hung around for awhile. Danielle and i amused ourselves by laughing at the lady with the see-through kebaya and no top. it was. unpleasant.

her boobs were saggy.

after amira's we went back to my house to chill. in our case, 'chill' means 'get hyped up'. Dani had to go for her tennis thing so we couldnt chill long. Oh, that and i had to pick up meeshi and go out again. We took stupid pictures. And stupider videos. (that i shall upload some other time when i'm not so freaking tiredddd) Then we sent dani off and replaced her with MICHELLE. yay!

after stocking up on michelle, we went to eain's. well, there was first the whole issue of FINDING eain's. it was like a quest. my mom got a leeeetle irritated cos mish and i kept laughing and being stupid. when we got to eain's, mish was like 'uh this is awkward' cos she didn't know anyone. then she saw jess (was it jess? i'm sorry) and she was de-awkward-tized. i reunited with fellow pool-buddies lana & sarina.

have i mentioned eain lives in THE prettiest house EVER?

we had this plan. michelle would be pretend to be the wall. and i'd be FRIENDS with the wall, so i'd be able to go over every day. =D

didn't work out.

after eain's, we went to NADIA'S/RADHIE'S/RUSYDIE'S/RAFIE'S (im leaving out rasyiq cos i didn't see him heh) house. Notice how i said i SAW ijaz in the first paragraph? thats cos HE DIDN'T SAY HI. SOMBONG.
he just drove past us in his little car.
*mercedes -.-
shuttup.

well, we MET him at their house, whoa yes people he actually talks. he looked funny in baju melayu heh.

aaanyway. michelle and i stumbled up the (very scary) stairs into rafie's little box of room where i saw... dumm dummm DUMMM!!!! Aliya!! (the other one heh.) [with what i thought was chocolate on her fingers ahaha.] in rafie's little box of a room, he showed off his ps2, tv, guitar and all his blahh expensive things. on tv there was OPERATION DUMBO DROP. sad. decided to watch ALI G on his comp.

OMG. I LOVE BORAT

once done with borat...
urm okay so we weren't DONE with borat, more like interrupted by my mother, we left their house on promise to return tomorrow.
We returned michelle to her homeland in hobbitsville. after a very long, stupid, video filled ride which involved waving at the old lady in the car behind us. (once more with 'upload later') after that, i had to follow mother dear on to her friend's houses.

YOU KNOW AMY FROM AKADEMI FANTASIA? THE SEASON WITH THAT UGLY DIPSHIT ASS MAWI?? YES THAT SEASON. THE PRETTY GIRL WHO PERFORMED ASMARADANA??

YES I WENT TO HER HOUSE!!!

shes nice ehehehehe. i really am like. EXHAUSTED. so off to bed i go. x's and o's the world round and a very merry raya to all.

off-course.

what i wanted to get: earrings, credit, shorts, dvds, hairband.

what i got: gum, nailpolish, choker, peterpan album, seveteen.

in other news.

I am worth $1,976,688 on HumanForSale.com

whoaa. i should like sell myself and make some cash. i mean, thats USD's baby!!

i was watching football just now. i lost money. that is the FIRST and LAST time i bet on liverpool. since i have nothing better to do but i need a proper 'wordy' entry to make up for over-picturization, i shall tell you my schedule this holiday.

MONDAY - Go out with jen
TUESDAY - Raya.
WEDNESDAY - urm have mish time. if not, then i shall replace mish with dani time. nyehh, her loss.
THURSDAY - sleepover with ems.
FRIDAY - try to squeeze colette time here. OR i could try for karen time. choices, choices.
SATURDAY - shopping
SUNDAY - roll around in glorious sunday-dom.

i feel. wanted. =D thats a new sensation. tomorrow i shall be OUT ON TOWN woots.

MY SHOPPING LIST.
earrings. shorts. creditcredit. dvds. hairband.

urm thats it. you know what? my parents decided that i want to spend glorious christmas morn WITH A CHURCH. they're all like 'hey lets go to the BEACH on christmas day together with the church!! won't that be fun??'

like.

what.
the.
fuck.

I DONT WANT TO SPEND BLOODY CHRISTMAS, MY FAVOURITE HOLIDAY, THE ONE DAY I LOOK FORWARD TO IN THE ENTIRE YEAR MORE THAN ANY OTHER DAY AT SOME CRAPPY BEACH WITH THE LOUSY GAY CHURCH!!! I WANT TO BE AT HOMEHOMEHOME RIPPING PRESENTS AND KAROKAYING AND CARVING ROAST AND INVITING PEOPLE OVER! NOT BEING BITTEN BY SANDFLIES! LIKE JEEZ MAN COULDN'T YOU HAVE AT LEAST ASKED?? OR BETTER... LEFT ME BEHIND????

one word for times like these...
cibai.




god i sound whiny. a thousand apologies, sahib.

and happy deepavali.

what we do in English class

blue ink azzuddin, black ink me.

inside jokes.

the following is something i wrote for english class but got carried away with and never bothered passing up. if you don't get it, thats fine because its filled with inside jokes and its main purpose on this blog is for the amusement of hui mian, azzuddin and me. it has inspired me to do a series(currently in progress, which shall be posted here too), and do not be surprised if i decide you worthy of appearing in it, which i probably might do.




sorry if its hard to read. my hadwriting is shit, yes i know.

Haloween is Cool.

aside from matters of spirituality and cleaning, let me show you what we did at that party i spoke of. there was a last-minute change of dressing apparel and i went as a hula girl instead of island native. i looked better as a hula girl. i still got to wear my island native thing.



i was queen of the hula-people. the two on the outermost sides are Dora & Holly, my hula people, and next to me is Dani the gypsy.



that's me looking stupid with my favourite gypsy and thexy Holly.


and those are the hula people and their queenie. i told them to carry me to make it more regal-like but nooooo they were whining about something like broken back and volcanos. stupid peasants and their cheap excuses.

it was fun. i put on my sarong (aka tribal costume) after i got out of the pool and realized i was freezing. so people got to see me in TWO outfits =D

the water was cold. we were making lame water-related jokes like 'whoever is in the pool is cool!' 'no, you mean cold.' i made FRIENDSSS -drools-. had fun BONDING at our little pagan table.

if you don't know what i'm talking about, it means you weren't there, which makes you.
LAME.

uhuh uhuh im da schit im da schit.

signs that the end-days are upon us.

signs that the end is near.
1. bekah starts listening to Mozart's O Fortuna.
2. bekah was right about Dido saying 'Tea' instead of 'Day'. (want the link?) long story.
3. bekah starts cleaning/tidying her room.
4. bekah's room is clean.

theres a looong list of signs, but for the sake of time i'll just give you four. the first two? they've come true. the last two have just been fullfilled. we're all doomed.

THE BEGINNING...


HALFWAY THROUGH...


THE END RESULT...



i knew you wouldn't believe it without pictures. so there they are. NYEHNYEH.

i feel proud of myself.

bible theivery.

Thou Shalt Naught Steal. Bibles.

like i was cleaning my room today. (yes i know WHOA. more about that later)
and i came across.

A BIBLE.

i was all 'this isn't mine.' and i began to think BACK. way back. to my primary days.
then i was OH. Yes. This, dear Watson, was STOLEN, by none other than MYSELF.

Really, i don't know what the hell i was thinking. Oooh, look ugly bible. That i'll probably never read. Wow. Such a treasure. I covert it immensely. MUST. STEAL. BIBLE.

i was in primary... five? four? six? whatever. sometime around then. and i remember seeing a bible. in school, yes. and here i am three?/four?/two? years later, holding that bible in my room. it has gotten a hell lot dustier i might add. like wtf. a bible? why not a wallet?

its ironic. BIBLE-STEALING. man i'm going to hell for THIS one.
-prays-

photographic evidence of said bible.

by the way, if this is YOUR BIBLE, tell me and it shall be returned. i do apologize, but you have to understand that I WAS YOUNG. forgive, forget, all that jazz. oh and if it isn't your bible and you wish to claim it, just claim it either way and i can say that YOU stole it when the original owner tracks me down. all good, yeah?

badass nun

i have a

PARTY

to go to tonight~!!

must savour its sweet flavour. (ooh rhyme)

=D

im going as an ISLAND NATIVE. i think.

its more like girl-who-got-tangled-in-sarong/curtain-and-stuck-bangles-all-over-herself.

toilet adventures.

fun. =D

proper entry time.

i suppose its time for a proper entry.
sigh... if i must.

okay. exams end tomorrow, schools out next week. im thinking of dying my hair this end year holiday, considering a lighter shade of brunette or just adding green streaks. yes green. finally went out on saturday, made me realize how long i haven't been out. siew yee is coming over tomorrow i think. my nails look like shit and i got a purdy bracelet. i lost my earring backing today and tried to climb a tree.

so thats whats been happening in the AMAZING, EXCITING life of bekah. -.-

on a better note, i'm going to france on the 17th.
on a very mixed-feeling note, i'll be changing school after form 3. probably going batu lintang.

i have doa-foo fighters stuck in my head. before this was And She Said-lucas prata. it is official that we are keeping foxy (musang) we even bought foxy a cage, custom made blahh. i got an injection yesterday.

and thats it for my 'proper entry'. boringness.

HUHH?!??!

you think i care huhh??
that all my pictues
in my blog
are going to slow down your connection???
you think i give a fuck huh???
well thats YOUR problem

-tries to load blog-
goddamit.

what we do in exams.

okay. this is what we do in exams. we take pictures.



lots of pictures



get the picture? heh, pun.



stupid pictures



and gay pictures



pictures that make you go 'uhuhhh....'



and the all-time classic; those 'what were they THINKING??' pictures. gotta love cameras. <3

stress.

this is the FIRST time i have been stressed by exams. and i think i know why.

its because of this whole STUDYING business.

i used to not study, no stress. and this time i studied. and like. WHOA.
now im all fuck must get A must get A. and guess what subject we have the most time to study for? art. the last exam on the very last day. and like moral, a subject that needs a whole lot of memory work is like the first exam. shit.

tomorrow, i have science. also known as DEATH.
oh and hui and i have an ingenious way of mp3-ing in exams. cant detailize here, too hazardous. but -winkwink- you get what i mean.

no, im not pissed off.

no really.
im not pissed off at hway even though the following may make you think otherwise. no, not at ryan either. i had nothing better to do so i whore-ized hway and leprechauned ryan in paint. am planning to do more hahaha. fear me.

its like pimp my ride.
only
um
paint my friend. -.-"

love this.

he looks evil.


que above expression. i love the expression heh. go friendster to see original pic. which i happen to like. and while you're there. write me a testimonial. or fear paint.




either way, fear paint.

Sleepovers, music, and cameras.

there you go folks, a rendition of my humps like no other starring me and my gorgeous babies, Karen(in flowery dress) and Dani(in black). Prepare for horror.

miss no-koordinasi is made to DANCE.

summarized. it was not pleasant.
in the least.

firstly, i am thin, as everyone knows. seeing a stick shake her ass.. its enough to qualify me for my own censorship box.

secondly, i am as ungracerful and discoordinated as a newly-hatched chick stuffed into a cube of jelly. yet another count of censorship-box-deservingness. yet i did not get my censorship box, as the good Lord enjoys watching me make a fool out of myself. -beka flails-

thirdly, i am not the brightest bulb around. lets just say, when she(the teacher) went left, i went right, and when she stopped to push her hair into place, so did i. i was in the front row. equally blurr people stood behind me. we instantly became a troupe of hair-pushing maniacs.

hui mian was there, cos she had her belly dance class just before my modern dance thing. hui mian, is, to shorten a very detailed and painstaking description, a freaking hott dancer. seriously. she's like a urm, taller-sideways version of shakira. my homegirl got SKILLS man.

she had fun laughing at the less-skilled best friend. namely me.

my dance teacher, hui mian's cousin, is hawtt. shall go be a sakai idiot next week and take pictures. we're doing me against the music. i'd be even WORSE than i already am (if that were possible) if it weren't for wonderful, gorgeous, uber-hott, goddess of a dancer, better half, Hui Mian teaching me the dance before hand. Admittedly, i forgot the dance she taught me, but i'm sure it MUST have helped and it was the only thing stopping me from looking like a land-bound fish.

i shall be going now to practise my dance before i stab someones eye out next week.

or worse. aaaa.

ilovemyplaystation!!

i never really thought of myself as a gamer.
until...
i realized that: -i have been through 5 Gameboys in my life -i cry if i lose on yugioh -i want to marry my playstation -i would sell my soul for an xbox -i'd sell whatever i have left after that for a playstation 2 -my computer is 'spaceless' from my over-installation of games -when i cant afford game cds, i download the sad free ones -i cry when my sims dont install properly.

to top all that. i blog.

-clicks heels- i need a life, i need a life, i need a life.

hair regrets.

i saw britney on chaotic yesterday.
i watch chaotic, so what.
shut up man. -.-

anyway, britney looks so hott as a brunette! brit is hot i dont care what you people say. i want her hair. fck. shouldnt have cut it.

and she can dream.

its time for one of those if-i-could-have-anything-i-want entries.

1. an ipod. like they have a new range! agh! its in pink! 30 sexy gigs of PINK!! ..or 80 sexy gigs of black... either way. the new ipod line is so sexy. they have like lime green and sand and pink and camouflage and plum and...
good god i want one...!

2. a samsung sgh-E500. am i that sad as to like fashion handphones?
answer: yes. okay so what if its not the best, feature-wise? 80 mbs and 1.3 megapixels are good enough. plus its really pretty AND a flip, my fave type of phone. so fuck off man.

3. that absonofuckingsexy perfume, LIVE BY JLO. love. it smells like. heaven. stupid ugly name.
runners-up to this are flower by kenzo, oceanus (bodyshop), beyond paradise, cassis rose (bodyshop), dior cherie, and the escada range.

4. a good mascara. surprisingly hard to find.. stila lash visor is said to be good, clinique too. on the topic of mascara, i could use new eyeliner. urban decay has like THE best eyeliner of all time (i hate myself for losing the one sad kohl pencil i bribed my cousin into buying for me). decent cosmetic brands would be shiseido, dior, URBAN DECAY, clinique, anna sui (despite disturbing packaging, it is actually nice to use), Za, and (shockshock horrorhorror) maybelline.
if you want to buy me something for whatever occasion, i love my cosmetics. its really good cos they have different price ranges, see. so as long as it is my color and in the 'brands i like' list, i'm happy.
urm. hint.

5. a pair of jeans. preferably true religion, though diesel is a good(//cheaper -sob-) alternative. note: i like 'em embellished. ;)

6. a watch.swatch watches are soo. sad.
so no swatch.
but guess is good. look at the preeety guess watch up there. whoa. guess? yes~!

7. one can never go wrong with bags. i am a handbag fanatic. i am obsessed with clutch bags, though they render one of your hands next to useless. other than clutches, the general rule to buying me bags is the smaller the better. dont get me one of those huge ugly eurgh grandma things that can hold a poodle. once more: eurgh. as for coloring? think spastic, blinding, bright and FUNKAY. reflective is good too. (preferably, with strap)
messenger bags are nice too.

8. sunglasses. no. chanel sunglasses. full-stop.

9. a nice pair of heels. okay, so what if i'd never be able to pull off those sexy dkny boots? i can TRY.

10. whoa. number 10. erm.
.
.
.
i want that i want that iwantthatiwantthat I WANT THAT!!!
yes its orlando. -siiigh-.
do not settle for anything less. ;)

red-eyed freaken.

Ahahaha. That is the terror(AEO) i have to like stare at for and hour and 20 minutes FIRST THING IN THE MORNING. it gets anyone awake.
and ready to run.

Meet the almighty.

the Almighty Eyebrowed One decided to piss me off today.

AEO[Almighty Eyebrowed One]: (adressing our little huddle of ijaz, ehsan, hui mian & i, inturrupting our entirely, erm, sane conversation) What are yous doings back theres haa?

at this point, ijaz turns back, pretending to be 'doing his work' with bryan, hui mian stops tries to stop laughing her head off, Ehsan just sits there, staring at space and i find myself staring into her horribly conjoined red bush of eyebrow.

me: our work. (so not)

AEO: Yoo looks class, at how theys ares payings attentions. Yoos can sees theys are nots payings attentionts. (pathetic attempt to insult us) theys is talkings and nots listenings and makings noise. (like hey look around you. we're not the only ones. like practically all of them arent listening and are "makings noise")

me: well we know exactly whats going on and we're not like disturbing the class. we're not making noise or anything. (yeesh woman we were just talking. not very loudly i might add. its not like we were actually LEARNING anything from you, tard)

AEO: (marah sudahh...) you call THAT not disturbing my class?? You're talking and you expect me to teach?? (well yes. for one thing, like 20 minutes earlier she had just said that we weren't part of her class and she was ignoring us. ceebs)

me: well we know exactly whats going on so you cant say we're not like doing.. (about to say our work, but hey we weren't doing our work either)..stuff...

AEO: WELL? What is it we were learning? HUH?

me: (if it weren't for miss chin being a greatgreat teacher and me being kinda sorta er you know GOOD at English [unlike the AEO hemhem] i'd be fucked over once twice and once more again) Well alliteration and personification and metaphors and all that stuff. see, you cant say we dont know whats going on.

AEO: (marahh...) this can't go on Rebekah, i want to meetsing yoos tommorows morningt.

me: whatever (take note, this is an abreviated version).

AEO: (MARAH.) Yoos are beings rudes. I am pity on yoos.

me: (thinking: okay, shut up, leave it at this. just leave it.) Well I really am PITY ON YOOS too cikgu. (goddammit, couldn't help myself)

(hui mian laughs. ijaz pretends he never was involved. ehsan just sits there. AEO huffs and puffs and blows my book down.)

hah. class humour.