Hello :)
My full name's Nur Farzana bte Abdul Fattah, but people do call me Fuzzy, Fuzz, NF, Chubi, Jace, Boss.
Was born on 3rd April 1995 after 12 hours (inside joke).
St' Margaret's Primary School/Tanjong Katong Girls' School
Make me angry and you better watch your precious ass.
Not your ordinary Singaporean malay girl.
Can be very sarcastic and cold, but can be a really nice jerk too :)
Loves rock, punk and metal music.
Particularly Story of the Year, Linkin Park, Avenged Sevenfold, Paramore, T.I., or any movie soundtracks with no lyrics.
I have contagious laughter that allows you to see my tonsils.
See what I mean? :D
Precious member of the SIMPSONZ.
Noticeable student in the ever-awesome 2e1'09.
Loudest Sec 2 player in the TKGS tennis team.
Most guy-ish sounding person in DAYS Level 8.
One of the most senior members in TA<.
Strangest member in YMC:)
I can be a jock, but I am no tomboy. Oh, and I come up with my own music scores on the piano for some songs too.
So in short, I'm a musically-inclined jock :)
Despite what I've said, I am no sadist, I hate small dark spaces, insects, and most of all, deep swimming pools.
The sounds of people scratching styrofoam or wood together creeps me out for some weird reason.
Oh and have I mentioned how much I hate girls who go around talking bad about other people like nobody's business?
Yeah, that should be it.
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Monday, November 9, 2009 @ 9:14 PM
merchant of death
Hello world! I'm tired. HAHA.
Morning was so effing infuriating.
Went for training. IT WAS ACTUALLY FUN KAY HAHHA.
-while me and cheryl was waiting for nicole- Cheryl: -brandishes her racket- I'm gonna slam this in your face and you'll look like a patty :D Me: Huh? Patty? O_O Cheryl: Yes, patty, like meat patty? -sees my face- Oh no, don't think sick. Me: I wasn't! But now that you've mentioned it... :D
-when rolling the courts- Me: OOH LOOK, PUDDLE! -jumps into the puddle and got my socks and shoes wet- Nicole: -to cheryl- She's just like a little kid.
-at the gym doing something with the biceps- Coach Qing: Okay, last one! Excellent. -slaps my back- Me: -head falls onto the cushion thing where my arms were resting- Oh dear God, I can't feel my arms! CoachQ: -sees me and looks shocked- DO YOU KNOW HOW DIRTY THAT IS, HOW MANY SWEATY MEN REST THEIR ARMS THERE blablabla -the rest of them laugh- Me: -gets up- I DON'T CARE!
-when leaving- Me: -tries to lift up bag, but falls onto knees instead- WAHLAU! Cheryl: -happens to come in at the time- AIYOH! STOP PRAYING TO THE BENCH!
