Tuesday, November 29, 2005
OMG. Izzah, I seriously have to apologise to you like a million times lah. I don't know what got over me last night. I'm so sorry. I never meant to tell you off. And in any case, I am feeling you, girl ( even though I don't actually have anyone who's going off. God, I don't have anyone lah). But really, I understand.
Words cannot even begin to describe the physical and emotional fatigue which I have to reluctantly accept. Argh diam lah. Maybe there are words to describe. I am so tired. Very very exhausted. I am like a new tyre of a car whose owner has inconsiderately taken for a joyride, everyday, causing my tread depth to be less than 1.6mm in a tremendously short period of time (sidenote: so, I'm not new. but who cares. You get the picture). I am blabbering.
But what strikes me as strange is that, I've not been doing anything vigorous nor have I been putting myself in vexing situations. So, what is it that makes me feel so damn tired? Hmmm, could many many hours of sleep possibly make you feel even more exhausted and groggy than you were previously? If that's the case, I've found the root of my oh-so mysterious predicament. Boy, I really live up to my reputation of being a bimbo.
I haven't got anything worth saying, yet. Will probably update again later tonight.
Kwinella @ 5:32 PM!
Sunday, November 27, 2005
I am beginning to doubt my insanity as each day passes by. In fact, I am amazed that I am still very quite sane with all the din in the house. I find it ridiculous that the two of them can live through it every single day and that they actually ask for it. It is sickening you know, to be nagged at for something so small like not having the empty water bottles which you drank from, filled. It is a simple unwritten rule, fill up what you have emptied. And I am just appalled at how my sister does things. She sprinkles salt on the fries and yet leaves a large amount of traces of salt on the dining table and the lid of the salt container opened. What if a lizard poops into it? And when told to wipe the mess on the dining table, all she did was put the wet cloth on the table. I guess she was expecting a fairy godmother with a magic wand to clean up after her.
And I thought I was hopeless.
But nevermind that. I need to get out of the house, pronto. And I need that job. So HK, call us up already. I'm done waiting. If we don't get a call soon enough, I might as well just apply for relief teaching. But with my brilliant prelims results, I'm not too sure if they will be impressed. That's another issue to worry about, later. Right now, let's just say I'm not in the best of moods, much less in the correct state of mind. I've never thought that something seemingly of little significance would leave me in such a sorry and confused state. So, that is why, I need my girlfriends to take me out on dates. Beruk, when are we going out again? I want to catch a movie. A romance flick, please. hehhh. And when kambing comes back from his short getaway, can the 5 of us go out and do something fun for the last time, before the 3 amigos go off for their retreat? We could have lunch, dinner and supper (haha. yes, that is all I can think of) or we could go cycling (haha. who am I kidding. me, cycling?) Okay okay?? I hate goodbyes.
Kwinella @ 11:36 PM!
I panicked for a brief moment as I sat in my chair, trying to recall what I did last night. I have absolutely no recollection what happened last night or the night before last. Well, at least for a while. The girls did pretty okay last night, me thinks. Though I really think they could use a bit more of running and just something that could help them calm their nerves. They were giving away balls so easily. Chin up girls, it's all about experience and fun. I went home straight after that. The initial plan was to have dinner somewhere in town. But since I was all alone and I am not quite the person who is used to eating alone, I decided to board 700 and head straight for home. The evening was gloomy, just the way I like it but it was a freezer of a bus, I'm telling you. Ohwells. I slept throughout the journey nevertheless and woke up with a pounding headache.
I do realise that this is beginning to sound more like a report.
I stayed in my room all night long except when I was in the study, watching muzika extravaganza. No offence, but I found only the tribute to P.Ramlee to be interesting and ummm, nice. After that, I went back into my room to watch kuch kuch kota hai. There's just something about old and sappy hindi movies that I can't get enough of. So, do not be surprised when you ask me what I did for the day and I say "oh I watched kkkg/kkhh". Was supposed to go to Adibah's place today but it seems like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today and am just not in the mood to go out there, to socialise. Besides, I couldn't get out of the house. I was also very much looking forward to watching Just Like Heaven. Then again, my sudden moodswing had to foil my plans.
Dammit lah. I should have just went to Adibah's place. Sometimes, I feel that I am just about the dumbest person alive. I mean, who in the right mind would deprive herself the company of good friends and good food. Now, I am seriously bored out of my wits. I cannot even begin to describe the emptiness that engulfs me. I am not talking about an emotional void. Emptiness as in sian lah, nothing to do. I've been dying to catch a movie or attend a wedding reception but... huaaaarghhhh.
Hmm okay, I think my sister is my knight in shining armour. She has gone down to rent a movie. Speaking of knights in shining armour... hmmm nevermind. Let's just forget it. Let's just forget that I even knew you all my life. Let's just watch me grow old into a lonely spinster, okay?
I have a feeling this is pms.
Kwinella @ 4:10 PM!
Friday, November 25, 2005
For the first time, after my exams, I had to wake up before 10. I dragged my feet to the shower and got ready for my first ever ummmm... nevermind. Anyways, when I was there, I saw a couple of familiar faces. Well actually, I really did see two familiar faces. Iskandar and a girl who used to be from ji. My beruk had to bail out of the first lesson because she's down with gastric. As I type this entry, she's probably on her bed macam ayam berak kapur. haha. Take care, you.
Well anyways, yesterday, I finally met Ratna after so long and ummm, that woman I tell you, fed me like I had a bottomless pit. After prayers at masjid sultan and a bit of shopping at bugis, we took the mrt home. I was supposedly on my way home. But I called my father to ask where they were and I ended up having supper at west coast. woooohooooo. As if the pre-dinner at sofra didn't leave me feeling gorged enough. I was just courting a recipe for a blocked artery lah with all the lamb and beef I had at sofra and then the mutton chop and mutton soup at west coast at night.
I've no idea what my dad has in store for us today. But verily, I just want to lie in bed all day. I've been out the entire week. It's time I pay respect to the pillows and television. heh. I am going to kallang tmr with Amanda to catch the game. It has been so long. Hopefully, I'll be able to keep my fat arse still and stay home on Sunday. I don't want my mother to petpotpetpot and say that I live like anak terbiar yang merempat dekat tepi jalan.
Hmmm... I hope that the question I am going to bring up will not raise misunderstanding of any sort. I am honestly curious. After having lived in Singapore for well, my whole life, I have more or less grown accustomed to the different rituals and practices of other races and religions. But somehow, yesterday, I witnessed something so upfront, my curiosity was tweaked. There's a funeral at the void deck of my block. It has occurred to me naturally that a function held in remembrance of the deceased has to be solemn and one filled with air of grief and bereavement. I was befuddled and at the same time disturbed when I saw people, most probably close friends and relatives of the deceased, seated in round tables either engaged in a conversation seemingly so amusing because there were bursts of roaring laughter, or playing cards while eating peanuts. The question here being, is this something that is normally practiced or is that "malpractice" of somesort? If it is a norm, please explain, because in all honesty, I really don't get it.
Kwinella @ 12:55 PM!
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
This is a tribute to a very dedicated woman.
Ms Tan Choh Hoon taught me science in lower secondary. I've nothing but praises for her. She was a passionate and caring teacher whom I think did more than just mould the minds of youths. When I think of her, I'd always be reminded of her inspirational stories which were mostly articles from readers' digest. An enchanting story teller, she was. More than just science and stories, Ms Tan also imparted on us lifelong skills and values which other teachers would hardly make time for. Having courageously fought a battle with cervical cancer (for God knows how long), Ms Tan passed away this morning. She will always have a piece of my heart wherever she goes. Ms Tan Choh Hoon, remains vividly in my mind as a person with a big heart and courage so great, that any battle could have been conquered.
May her soul rest in peace, wherever she is now.
Kwinella @ 10:30 PM!
I have no idea why I clicked publish when I've yet to complete the entry.
Anyways, I am completely baffled by the way my body now works. I've succeeded in wanting to make myself feel sleepy. But. But, I'm now hungry. At this hour. pfffft. And I complain that I'm putting on weight like nobody's business. I ought to be slapped in the face.
On another matter altogether... so much for cleaning up the other day, my room is now in a much sorrier state than it was, previously. On my desk, books are piling again and handbags are laid across as though there is no room left on my shelves and wardrobe. For now, I just cannot be bothered to keep things in an orderly manner.
That's it. I shall make my way to the kitchen and hopefully, I can find something to munch on.
Kwinella @ 1:01 AM!
I know it's like an entry after another. I couldn't help it. I think the only reason I can think of as to why am I blogging like there's no tomorrow is because I just want to make myself feel sleepy. I have to make myself feel sleepy so that I can fall asleep and then wake up very early in the morning to cook. I am really hoping that I'd be drowsy after this entry.
I can't wait to start running or playing netball again. Basically, I just can't wait to be the active nut that I once was. I miss running a lot and I definitely miss the trainings at the quadrangle, under the scorching sun. Ummm but I am definitely not all psyched about getting dark. For a start, I think I'm going to head on down to KNC for the off-season league this saturday. Well, not to play. Just to give the girls moral support. heh. God knows how rusty my footwork and passes are. Besides, I am not exactly an advanced netball player. I'm still learning. (:
Kwinella @ 12:52 AM!
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
For once, it was still daylight when I reached home. And I thought I could get some peace at home. But noooo, mother had to find every excuse to petpotpetpot. There's no stopping once her nagging mode has been triggered off. Even water bottles left on the cabinet could be a possible cause of death by excessive bleeding of the ears. I am serious. I just don't get it. Whyyyyyyy?
But nevermind that la eh. What I couldn't get over is the fact that she kicked such a fuss over how I chose to use the electric chopper instead of doing it the old-fashioned way - knife and chopping board. It was not like I asked for anyone's help and or made a lot of noise like how a blender would. In fact, there was hardly any noise. So... yah. I don't understand la. I was just doing things the more practical way.
I just find it weird how some parents can complain, whine and lament about how their children are always nicer to outsiders than they are to their own family members. I just suppose that it would do them some good if they were to do some reflection (just like how they tell us younglings to whenever we do something wrong which may be deemed as a deadly sin, to them) on what is it that causes their children to be that way. There could be a possibility that the fault lies in them. You know... rather than just fire false accusations which may result in either party getting hurt.
ummm I think this entry was supposed to be about how bored I was and not how I am perpetually pissed about adults' seemingly childish ways. But nevermind. Let's just move on to a topic which me and my beruk found a tad disturbing. The both of us can't seem to get enough of pretty girls. I am not sure if there's something wrong with our sexual orientation. She is happily attached to her beruk while I... well let's just say I still find boys/men attractive. heh. Whenever we see a pretty/cute/attractive (and whatever that is synonymous), our conversation would somehow automatically revolve around pretty girls and how crooked we are. It's weird but we're happy like that. hur hur.
Tomorrow, is yet another day of jalan raya with schoolmates. Last I heard from beruk, we're expecting a convoy (heh) of 15. Truth be told, I don't really fancy going jalan raya in such a big group. But for old times' sake... no harm lah I guess. Let's just hope there would be enough paper plates to go around . I am so looking forward to being shameless, again. I like to take pictures. With girls only. I told you there's something wrong with me.
And wooohooo. I can't wait to start work on thursday.
Kwinella @ 11:40 PM!
Monday, November 21, 2005
I find it rather strange, now that I have all the time in the world to ramble on and on about important and equally unimportant issues, I would much rather let the day whittle away by either staying in my room, or being outside with girlfriends and have a ball of a time. whew. That was a long sentence in which I'm sure there are thousands of grammatical errors. Hmmm, that's another matter altogether, so nevermind.
Well anyways, I had a blast with the S3 girls plus Adibah's sister. I think she's a darl except when she tried to psycho Izzah into having more food. Haha. For the first time ever, I actually felt like a tourist, and one in my hometown at that. We were snapping pictures everywhere. At the foodcourt, in the toilet, at the christmas tree, at paragon... you get the drift. For once in my life, I felt shameless (who am I kidding). Unfortunately, everything that started has to come to an end. Took the bus home and slept throughout the journey. Have I mentioned that I am beginning to feel more and more like a spoilt brat? Eversince my dad started driving, I have gotten so used to having him drive us around. And when the day finally came that I was left to fend for myself, I complained on my way to city hall earlier today in the mrt, that the ride was making me giddy. So ngada-ngada, right?
Okay, so I reached home slightly after maghrib. Did my prayers and then switched on the pc. I sat in front of the pc and just stared into the monitor, as if expecting life form of somesort to come crawling out of the monitor to scare me to death (think the ring). I suddenly felt so sappy and lonely lah. I used to love the idea of being all alone at home because it gives me the chance to embrace all my thoughts and emotions. I have always loved the solace that comes with such reclusiveness. But as of late, I just want to be around people. When I am left to be on my own at home, tendencies to let negativities subjugate my innerself and then cry like small girl are pretty high. I seriously have no idea what is wrong.
I think I did something rather stupid the night before last. It was so stupid, I am too ashamed to mention it here. tsktsktsk. If I could, I'd take back everything that I've said. But I couldn't help it. I've lived with it in silence for far too long. A moment more that I wait would probably see me hyperventilate from all the pressure and confusion. For once, I thought I was doing something nice for myself. Obviously, I thought wrong.
I have no idea how I am going to send 2 thick geography files, 3 sets of economics notes and a management textbook to my friends' house, all by myself.
Kwinella @ 9:43 PM!
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Beruk, this one's for you.
Well, it's really because I'm too bored. As promised, here's a list of names I've grown accustomed to over the years. Have a good laugh.
Nurul
Ain
haha duh.
yuyu
u'in
yu'in
dut
kudut
mickey mouse
papan
minahbian (one of my friends in secondary school thought that I was a lesbian, and a minah wannabe)
senget (probably due to the sengetness of my spine as well as my brain. heh)
belo
selenge
handsome (don't even ask)
missex (...)
Well, the one that hurt me was papan. Well, obviously, I'm no longer the papan that I was back in primary school. Gee. Society is demanding. They expected so much out of a 7-year-old girl who hardly had signs of puberty.
Anyways, the raya outing was a blast. I hope eeqah comes back soon so that my beruk can resume cam-whoring sessions in the car with her beloved sister. I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to be up to, later today. But for now, I'm definitely going to catch 9854561237 winks. toodles.
Kwinella @ 1:16 AM!
Thursday, November 17, 2005
This post is going to scream the perumpamaan as stated in the title. I was watching my school's graduation video which featured snippets of our 3-year journey in ji/oi and mi. Everyone who was graduating had their faces in the video for a second at least, if not two. Naturally, being the goofball that I am, I guffawed upon seeing my face in the video. My childlike (ptui) face was captured in the video back in 2003 during the post promo activity in pre-u1. I didn't know I looked so selenge back then (not that I am any less selenge now). But I guess that was partly why I was given the name selenge. Despite the keselenge-an which gushes, I looked cute. haha. Not in the video la. hurhur. I was looking through netball photos of 2003. I came across pictures of us during the netball cookout after the ji nsl back in 2003. I looked so chubby (I didn't know I was *that* chubby back then) and I must say, I was pretty darn cute. haaaahaaaa. I did warn you beforehand. I think I finally know why dips and asliana think I look like zoe. No that channel 8 actress. I was never that scrawny to begin with.
Okay so, that's the purpose of this entry. I was pretty much on an ego-trip. Hmmm no harm done lah. It's not always that I get to gloat about how cute I was. heee. I promise to get my feet back down to earth the next time I post an entry, hookaaaay?
So, was it puke-inducing enough?
Kwinella @ 10:18 PM!
ehem. I quote my beruk. So yaaaaaiy. I can finally hop around like a monkey and no longer look like a panda. My eyes are so sunken these days. I think I lost a few kilos (I wish). And I had my virginal cup of coffee last night. 3 cups of long black. Can you beat that? Okay, if you're scratching your head like how a chimpanzee would, I am just expressing the elation that I feel and the liberation... tak terkata, you. The bliss of freedom, it is almost orgasmic I tell you. But I must admit that I don't feel completely and honestly pleased that it's over. Why you ask? Because must wait for results la, dol. The anxiety can kill. But nevermind the apprehension. I'll just let the exhilaration sweep me off my feet to... ummm nowhere I suppose. Where could I possibly head out to? I'm all alone at home and my ez link's value at zero. How wonderful.
Now that the exams are finally out of my hair, I wonder if I should start clearing out the notes and even ancient secondary school textbooks. I am beginning to feel the sloth in me taking over. Haiyahhh. I am so malas, can? Saturday, Izzah's place. Woooo. I think I shall just sleep the afternoon away. And I seriously need to get a life, job and probably a lover. I am in dire need of cash, food, sleep and a good hunk'a love. Okay, that was cheesy. Ohhh and most real, bilaaaaaa best friend aku nak go away niiii.
I know it it's probably too late to be asking but I have not been out with my friends for any raya outing this year. Interested parties, let me know. On second thought, forget I said that. Boy, am I fickle or what. I think I'd much rather recuperate at home or go chill out at some food outlet to gorge myself silly and get pissed drunk with green tea (is that even possible?) Speaking of green tea, it has been a while. 7-11 here I come! hur hur.
Ohwells. You know, since then exams are over, I might just blog everyday. I might. It is fine with me if you don't want to read. I know I talk cock half of the time and the other half, I'd probably be just lashing out at some annoying twerp who got on my bloody last nerve. Okay I cannot sit in my room any longer. It's in such a sorry state. Sorry would be an understatement. Maybe I should go off... you know to sit and stare at the unholy mess and maybe later figure out where to place the accumulated papers and files which I, the selenge, as of now, declare them to be junk. Okay maybe not junk la. Alahhh who the hell cares. It's going to be passed on. Being the kiasu or whatever it is that I am, I am not going to give my notes and textbooks away free of charge. I shall sell my textbooks as they're all in quite tip-top condition and my notes... they're far too precious to be given away just like that. So must charge la. heee. kain dilipat makan ikan sepat (nonsense kan?) siapa cepat dia dapat. First come first served basis. Yes, I know I am very nonsensical. I seriously need to get some sleep. Bye.
I can't believe it's over.
Kwinella @ 4:50 PM!
Saturday, November 12, 2005
This is by far, the most sinful thing I've ever done this week and yesterday being the next most sinful. I can't help it lah okay. The temptations are too strong. I had quite a blast yesterday after gp exam. And for the first time ever, I went shopping. With my own money. It was an orgasmic experience. Pretty much my liquid desires fulfilled. Okay, that bit about me shopping for the first time with my own money is not very accurate. But who cares? I shopped!
Anyways.
The best friend came. Sungguh untimely, yes? ohwells. I can't wait for next thursday and definitely next saturday (*if* saturday materialises). So, I shall pray that 17th November comes quickly and the rest of my papers be a breeze.
Ohhh and did you know that I only found out yesterday that they don't have those carwashes anymore at petrol stations. Oh you know, the ones where you sit in the car and the big blue fibres wash your car. Yes, jakun this selenge is. Okay back to them notes.
Kwinella @ 4:53 PM!
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Before I turn in, and wake up later at 7, get ready for school (to study) and then panic upon realising that wednesday marks the beginning of The Exams, I would like to take this opportunity to wish all my fellow compadres, all the best. Insya 'Allah, we'll all pull through this one. Hopefully, we will still get to see one another in one piece after 17th november or whichever date you all finish your exams lah. (:
Izzah
Afiq
Apple
Iqbal
Mustafa
Nasrul
Max
Amanda
Asliana
Sis
Camy
Hiddy
Harsher
Shaq
Ad
a certain kambing ( itupun if he comes across this. heh.)
just to name a few...
So, till the next pending entry. Bye. By the way, I am still pissed about the encounter with that extremely biadap bus driver.
Kwinella @ 1:02 AM!
Monday, November 07, 2005
And for that, I can assure you it wouldn't be a pleasant one. I was on board 173, from school on my way to the al-ameen bus stop. I saw 184. I alighted and I ran after it. It stopped but the driver refused to open the door. He stared at me and I stared at him. He finally open the doors after 5 seconds. 5 seconds, I'm telling you!!! Yes, I'm reasonable. And so I have a fucked up face when I'm tired and pissed (may I remind you that this entry will be filled with profanities). Out of nowhere, he started rambling in malay which is something I could have easily comprehended. But I guess his Bahasa was too kasar and sungguh biadap, it was beyond my comprehension. Yes, for once, just let me stoop the lowest level, lower than any speck of dust or scum found on the face of this Earth and be a snobbish arse. This foul-mouthed bus driver said 2 things about me however, which unfortunately for him, was within my comprehension ability. After scolding me in Malay, which he apparently thought I couldn't speak a word of, he went on to say that I am bodoh and that my face is like a babi's.
In the name of God, I swear I heard him say that loud and clear.
KNNBCCB. My point is, he might have had a rough day. He might have to stop the bus a few times every now and then to allow people like me to board the bus. But is it my fault that I had to run for the bus and made him stop? Is it my fault that the traffic was slow and so the bus I was in took a longer time to stop in time so that people like me could run after the bus in front? He might have been tired. But so was I. He had no excuse to call me stupid and say that I look like a pig. Who the fuck does he think he is? World's best bus driver? I have nothing against bus drivers. But he... I'm telling you, he's a major son of a fucking bitch. Can you imagine the hurt, shame and anger I felt all at one go upon hearing the insults he lashed on me? It was a big blow. A fucking huge one. I felt like telling him there and then that he's a fuckface but... verily, I still had a bit of patience left in me.
Kalau nak diikutkan hati, memang aku pergi itu office dekat bus interchange and lodge a complaint. This is outrageous - getting insulted by someone who renders his service to the public in the name of SERVICE and an honest & decent living. Service my foot. Seriously. These people have got NO manners. They need to be trained and re-trained and then reconsidered for employment in the transport services or the service industry for that matter. I am not being petty. I am obviously not. A man just called me stupid and said that I looked like a pig. Rude and brusque people are not exactly whom I have a soft spot for.
On another note altogether, I shall stop blogging for a while. A week at least. Will be back with more entries and pleasant ones at that. Take care people and please be courteous while you're at it. Anyways, thanks to all who tagged. Selamat hari raya maaf zahir dan batin to all of you too.
Salaam.
Arghhhh. I hate rude people!!!
Kwinella @ 5:29 PM!
Friday, November 04, 2005
1st Syawal was a blast. As expected, I gorged myself silly with lontong, ketupat, lodeh, sambal goreng and goreng manis. I was ravenous and so did not spare any bits or crumbs on my plate. I even had mcdees for supper. a complete meal lagi. Okay, it will soon be 2 and I have to get my ass down to school later in the morning to continue studying. Too much, this selenge is. Pictures taken earlier in the day will be up soon. On my friendster I mean. hehh.
And to my neighbour, I will place the "surprise" at your doorstep later this morning. It was meant to be given to you today (3rd nov) but I forgot all about it. I hope you'll smile to yourself like one mad buffoon once you have it in your hands. (: To those of you who do not have to mug macam nak rak dan boleh kojol, happy koleksyen-ing. pfffftttttt.
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I seriously think immediately family members should be happy for one when one has accomplished something which everyone can be... happy about. Besides, why would one want to announce to the whole world that one has already achieved something? That would be gloating... highly immoral, you. Kita sebagai manusia ni, hidup sebaik-baiknya ikut resmi padi. Semakin berisi, semakin menunduk, yes?
Kwinella @ 1:57 AM!
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Okay. First and foremost, I'd like to express my fatigue. It is beyond compare. I've never felt anything like that. Penat nak mampos, can?
Secondly, I'd like to take this opportunity to wish Muslims all over the world a blessed eid. May this joyous occasion bring seribu kenangan dan makna to each and everyone of us. I'd also like to arrange all my ten fingers and seek forgiveness (boleh gitu direct translation) should I have said anything untoward in the course of expressing my random or non-random thoughts.
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I know that this is most likely inappropriate but Izzah, if there is going to be a lot of people joining us for raya after the papers, I don't think I'll be up for it. So we'll see how everything turns out in about 2 and a half weeks. Meanwhile, selamat berhari raya everyone! Jangan lupa belajar, buat sesiapa yang bakal menduduki peperiksaan GCE peringkat O dan A. That includes me la. Dammit. And to non-muslims, happy holidays!
Kwinella @ 9:11 PM!
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
If it's one thing I've learnt today, it has to be something that happened in my own home. I think there's no such thing as public smiles, private sorrows. At this very moment, this very age, this very hour, minute and second, one cannot afford to make anything public anymore. For all you know, your little cousins will have access to your deepest, darkest and most intimate sexual (or anything as personal for that matter lah) fantasies or desires (or secrets) on the WORLDWIDEWEB. You'd be surprise by how fast news travel. The wonders of human efficiency. oh well. Sometimes I wonder if it'll do some good if they were to impose an age limit for internet access. I have a feeling that somehow, it'll make the world a better place. Yes, so I am conservative but I don't care.
Okay, I'd like to announce this to the freaking world because I do not think that this is some kind of secret and that it would have the capacity to spark off controversies of any kind. Unless you're telling me that the colour of one's bedsheet could potentially attract attention from the media and the authorities. That is just absurdity beyond belief. Anyways, I have a new bedsheet in one of my favourite colours (no prizes for guessing correctly). My room is not as rainbow-ish as hiddy's but it's colourful nonetheless and I am loving every minute that I spend in it.
As much as I'd love to drown my face in all my notes, I can't help but be overwhelmed by the excitement as Eid draws near. And as much as I'd love to keep it hush hush, again, I want to tell the whole world that I'd be wearing pink on 1st Syawal and also on the day I'm going out with my schoolmates. My beruk and I can then parade around Singapore and show off our pretty pink bajus. That's not exactly the shade of my baju kurung but it's pink all right. And yes, for once, I have a pink baju kurung and I am definitely going to put it on. Okay, can I curse and swear now??? It is afterall after dark. The bloody mats downstairs cannot stop perah-ing their bikes. It's fucking annoying. I feel like throwing down my flowerpots so that it'll hit their heads. Okay. I am cruel. I take it back. But seriously, they're like no-brainers.
Hmm I forgot that some of my little cousins might have access to my blog. Okay, I promise that I'll try as much as possible to keep it clean. But come on lah. Get real. There will be days when I feel sore and mean during which, I definitely have to cuss. So kakak-kakak dan makcik-makcik, do advise your children to stay away from my blog should you feel that it could be a bad influence on them. Good Night.
***edit/ Okay fine. Those mats would probably escape unharmed if I were to really throw flowerpots at their heads since they have helmets on. But it would've still given me a sense of satisfaction. hehhh.
Kwinella @ 9:30 PM!
I feel like being a mean bitch and pour everything out here. But verily, I am fasting. So sabar ajelah. For the love of God, how did he think I got my tudung to be stable and stiff despite having a bus zoom by and or when the wind seemed like it could blow all of us away unlike my mum's which is always so lendot and out of shape??? But nevermind that. It is a very trivial and unnecessary issue to be frustrated about. It is not even an issue la. And yet I am so riled up about it. Eurgh. So nonsense lah. Yes yes, I know that ultimately, the hair is covered. But I am the sort who takes great pains in ensuring good presentation. Anything in shambles or with creases is not to be tolerated. Is it my fault that I want to look presentable and neat? Huaaaarggghhhhh.
Syawal as always, marks the celebration for those who've abstained from food, drink, bad deeds and for those who've had a fruitful Ramadhan. Happiness is synonymous with the celebration of Syawal. This year however, I will get a feel of what it is like to celebrate Syawal in a hospital. I don't even know if that's a celebration in its own right lah. And also, it sucks to prepare for exams when you're fasting with a blocked nose and a throat engulfed by phleghm. That was a different matter altogether but who cares. Let's just be random, all right?
In any case, the following is taken from someone's blog and apparently, like me, she had taken it from someone else's blog too. So to that someone, it's a small world. Sharing is good, yes? This is actually intended for iqbal. Bal, this is with reference to what I see in him... (this is not the full version because I figured that only some would be relevant)
I'm the guy who will text you and tell you "i love you and you make me smile" just because it's true.
I'm the guy who will blindfold you and take you to the beach, let you run your toes through the sand and then make you guess where we are.
I'm the guy who will show up at your games (or competitions or meets) without you knowing just to surprise and support you.
I'm the guy who will hold you when you are crying and wipe away your tears.
I'm the guy who still thinks you're beautiful even without make up but instead, in sweat a big t shirt.
I'm the guy who won't pressure you to do things you do not want to.
I'm the guy who will show up at your house with soup and a movie when you're not feeling well.
I'm the guy who kisses you on the forehead.
I'm the guy who actually listens to you when you talk.
I'm the guy who isn't afraid to tell to tell you that he loves you (a bit doubtful about this one though)
I'm the guy who doesn't care about your imperfections and love you more for them.
I'm the guy who really wants to make you happy just because you deserve every bit of it.
Okay on another note altogether, I'd like to wish all Hindus a HAPPY DIWALI/DEEPAVALI!
Kwinella @ 1:42 PM!
