Wednesday, December 28, 2005
I'm finally done with aimee. Not a bad read at all. This could only mean more books for me. Shall pay the library a visit later and maybe borrow a couple more after dropping off aimee. The last time I was at the library, before I finally decided to take aimee home, I was desperately in search of Neil Gaiman's Stardust and Tim Burton's The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy, as well as Arthur Golden's Memoirs of a Geisha. I was exasperated because all 3 books were on loan and that frustration led me to pick out a book randomly. The first page alone left me riveted to my seat. But alas, the library suddenly turned into a freezer, no less, and I was pretty tired from all the running and walking around done on that particular day. I checked the book out and off I went home.
I honestly cannot wait till I set foot into nlb later today. woooooooohooooo.
Ohhh and netball in school, in the morning. tsk tsk tsk. So happening.
Friday, dinner at Michelle's. weeeeeeeeeeeee. The last time I met her was way back in 2003, after my sats. can't wait can't waaaaait.
I am so excited, I have a gut-feeling I'll hyperventilate soon enough.
Kwinella @ 12:52 AM!
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
It rEaLly PuTs mE oFf wHeNeVeR I cOmE aCroSs fRiEnDsTeR pRofiLeS wHiCh lOok lIkE tHis.
another one of my greatest peeves is having to read profiles against really colourful backgrounds or backgrounds with lotsa pictures. The worst thing that I've come across is a profile with pictures of white backgrounds and extremely light coloured fonts to go with it.
I do not know if that is really annoying or if it's just me being a bitch when I'm pms-ing.
Anyways, I have something to say to PeOpLe WhO TyPe LiKe tHiS.
It occurs to me that you have the luxury of time to be typing like that. So, in the name of volunteerism, why don't you do some good by coming over to my place to help my mother scrub the jambans or you could help give my room a makeover. It sure needs one. After that, maybe you could take me on a shopping spree. woohooo. Don't worry, I'm not going to make you buy me Gucci, Prada, LV and all that. Just some books from borders. Someone once told me that reading is the acquisition of knowledge in written form. (: Then maybe you could get yourself a book entitled "typing-in-a-non-annoying-manner for dummies", if there is such a publication in stores. (:
Oh touchy touchy.
Now, now. Don't be irked. I am not pin-pointing. I am merely addressing everyone who's guilty of the aforementioned. It could be you, you or you. HARHARHAR.
Kwinella @ 6:05 PM!
Unlike most girls, I haven't been blessed with good skin. This, however, is not to say that I couldn't care less about my complexion, nor am I implying that I do not make the effort to take care of my skin. I watch what I eat. I try to stay away from oily food, I eat my vegetables and fruits and I drink plenty of water daily. I've even consulted pharmacists and I spend more than 50 dollars every 3 months on scrubs, cleansers and moisturisers. Even my friends who do not eat vegetables and drink plain water at all, have better complexion! Life is unfair.
Kwinella @ 3:32 PM!
Monday, December 26, 2005
Instead of being labelled as an employee, I have now officially become a bookworm like I was in secondary school, as well as a tv addict. Well done, selenge. My resurrected interest in books and television can explain the lack of updates. Nothing interesting happens anyway.
Anyhow, happy holidays. It's overrated... oversensationalised, don't you think? I'm not sore, nor am I indicating racist sentiments. I just find it wrong that they put up christmas decorations way before deepavali and eid even came to an end. And what is up with people spraying snow? We're on the equator. It will never snow so just get over it. I just think that the sanctity of celebration and festivities is lost.
Oh well. They're just my thoughts. They don't matter and they shouldn't.
Kwinella @ 2:57 AM!
Friday, December 23, 2005
My eldest paternal cousin graduated from Assumption English School with an O level certificate. Her brother, my one and only older male cousin, also graduated from Assumption English, with an N level certificate. In 1999, I became part of the Assumption family and later graduated in 2002. My sister Farhanah, came into Assumption in 2003 and in a few weeks' time, the youngest will be joining her. And I thought that little one would make it to crescent.
Obviously, I thought wrong. But nevermind lah kan. As long as she's happy with where she is.
On to another matter which is of no correlation to the aforementioned. The final round of interview tomorrow at a hotel in the town area, at 5pm and another at a particular cd shop at 11am. My dad just handed me 10 dollars. Not enough. ):
In any case, should any of you see me around in a dresscode which maybe deemed inappropriate for me (read: uncovered wherever necessary), just keep your thoughts to yourself. Don't be too eager to come to a conclusion and then spew all over town that I've gone wild. To assume on precarious basis is a grave mistake.
Kwinella @ 1:35 AM!
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Hitam Putih Kehidupan
Lihatlah sekitar alam
Dunia luas terbentang
Langit tinggi kebiruan
Pohon-pohon kehijauan
Hembusan bayu yang menyegarkan
Dengarkan di sana-sini
Beburung riang menyanyi
Berbunga aneka warna
Sumber kedamaian jiwa
Mensyukuri nikmat Maha Esa
Begitu berharga kehidupan ini
Bagi mereka yang tahu menghargai
Mengapa terdorong oleh perasaan
Kalau turutkan hati diri menjadi korban
Tiada yang dapat lari dari masalah diri
Hadapi lah dengan tenang
Tiap cabaran yang datang
Atasinya dengan keimanan
Sekadar buat renungan
Untukmu teman tersayang
Hitam putih masa depan
Sendirian menentukan
Hidup ini usah persiakan
Sheila Majid
Kwinella @ 2:14 AM!
:) :) :)
Thanks Baba!
Now, a job is all that I need.
Kwinella @ 12:14 AM!
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
All is done. I've booked 3 practice sessions (haha the kiasu in me), and the evaluation - all to be done within this week. wooooohooooo. After Saturday, I can look forward to ftt and then practicals. I hope I won't crumble from possible fatigue. After dzuhur, I think I'll head on down to town for job-hunting. Yeap, it's about effing time. Let's just hope and pray I'll get it this time. Wish me lucks.
Kwinella @ 12:36 PM!
A woman called, asking if I remembered shopping at malls or supermarkets and then filling up lucky draw forms. I said no. She said I won myself spa vouchers, shopping vouchers, hotel vouchers from sentosa. All worth more than 500, I think.
me: okay.
her: can you come to orchard delphi (delfi) tomorrow at 6.45 pm to collect your prize?
me: okay.
her: may I know what you're doing?
me: I'm currently waiting for my exam results. why?
her: oh I'm so sorry. I presumed you're a working adult. The prizes are entitled to working adults.
and they're required to attend a seminar before claiming the prizes.
me: okay. bye.
WTH.
Kwinella @ 1:43 AM!
Sunday, December 18, 2005
If there's a word that befits the situation and the whole atmosphere, it has to be revolting. Judgements made, I believe were slipshod and at some juncture, culpable. I saw him down in the middle of the big, big green grass of supposed hope, gazing into the big box which was filled with thousands of possibilities (none of which materialised). He looked mightily forlorn. His face was smeared with utter disappointment. My heart just sank.
At the end of 93 minutes, it could have been the reds lifting the world club championship trophy. The despair is devastating.
Kwinella @ 8:37 PM!
I think I know why I suddenly thought of the waffles in the wee hours of the morning. It's all Sha's fault. Check out the
desserts. If only I could grab them out of the monitor...
Kwinella @ 3:57 PM!
I was reading someone's blog, my secondary school teacher's daughter to be precise, and I came across a picture of her standing opposite a bar. I was amused by the bar's name - Lucky Shag Bar. hur hur. Very suggestive and kinky. A very appropriate pun too, if I do say so myself. HAHA.
And then I suddenly thought of the big 'o waffles.
Kwinella @ 1:07 AM!
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Okay, so this is like my... jengjengjeng... 3rd entry for the day. Sungguh menakjubkan. But really, since I'm bored, I guess there's no harm in blogging excessively and impulsively. However, I decided to blog again not because I have something pressingly important to say. It's just that, I've been tagged! Seumur hidup aku dalam bidang blogging ni, tak pernah aku kena tag. Eh, must put down the random and useless facts also, issit?? Just put, la hor.
Random and useless fact #1:
I weigh 54kg.
Random and useless fact #2:
Mellow numbers from coldplay and all other bands from britain rock my socks!
Random and useless fact #3:
sigh. Like Izzah, I too check out pretty girls.
5 random stuff about me:
*I am too lazy to peel the skin off prawns so I usually stay away from prawns.
*I am very emotional.
*As a little girl, I used to pretend to be pregnant and place a pillow/stuffed toy underneath my clothes.
*My mum still calls me kudut despite my not-so-kudut-anymore physique.
*I am afraid of all things furry.
I am going to tag... no one in particular. HAHA. As usual, the wet blanket nyetnyetnyet. Whoever feels bored and obliged to let the whole world know a little something about themselves. *wink*wink*
On another note, I'm still sore about the whole phone incident. I think I shall withdraw 100 from my already deteriorating account to pay NOKIA centre to unlock my security code. Wahlau, it's such a rip-off. I can buy loads of other things with that amount. But for the sake of a new phone, I'll do whatever it takes. Kok aku kayak pak sanggup? Then maybe I should jump (prance, more like) at the opportunity to use the remaining amount to buy that puma bag I've always wanted. Or perhaps, Adidas. Craaaaaaap. Aku berangan je lebih... macamlah duit jatuh dari langit. Ley, I feel you. If only....
I feel that I've been putting off my lessons for far too long. It's time I get back on track. I think I shall attend the lesson first thing on Monday morning, if there are any slots available on Monday. Wahhhh if that's the case, when will I ever withdraw the money? I want my 7370!!! booooooooo. This sucks.
I feel ridiculously small whenever I fret or whine over small matters (the whole thing about not getting the phone) because I know that whatever it is that I am going through, it definitely pales in comparison with what the children in Somalia and other third world countries have to live with. Tapikan... I AM ABSOLUTELY FURIOUS ABOUT MY SECURITY CODE BEING ALTERED. It just baffles me. The fury is overwhelming enough to cause me to strangle someone.
Alahhhh, bye la. The more I think about it, the more frustrated, annoyed, agitated... (and all other words synonymous) I become. The more frust-tonggek I become, all the more I am tempted to kerat someone's fingers with that pisau potong babi.
I'm so violent. It's no wonder I'm all alone. (can I burst in sobs and wail with all my heart now?)
Kwinella @ 10:13 PM!
Aku adalah berkobar-kobar dari orchard, travel ke causeway point abih tu, balik ke westmall. Semua gara-gara nak beli handphone baru. Bila itu salesgirl nak tukar security code handphone aku, tertera frasa "code error". Apa lagi, darah aku pun menyirap. Bapak aku pulak, tuduh aku meluluh. Dia kata, aku yang pandai-pandai tukar security code handphone aku. Wahhhhh banyak masa aku nak belek-belek handphone aku, perah otak pasal number untuk security code. Sila la eh, asal ada je yang tak kena, semua salah aku. Naik fed-up aku. Ni sekarang yang buat darah aku go upstairs, tangan siapa yang geratil tukar security code aku? Kalau aku dapat tahu, aku kerat-kerat jari dia dengan pisau potong babi yang besar tu. Ahhh... kalau korang tak tau pisau potong babi yang mana satu, dalam bahasa inggeris, pisau potong babi is cleaver. Seram tak, imagine jari kena potong dengan pisau potong babi? Seram kaaannnn?
Sekarang, bapak aku kena keluarkan 80 puluh dollar semata-mata nak unblock security code aku. Macam mana aku tak fed-up. Balik-balik dia tuduh tangan aku yang gatal tukar security code. Sesungguhnya, aku tak kuasalahhhh nak tukar-tukar code ni semua. arghhhhh bingit telinga aku dengar orang tuduh aku tanpa usul periksa.
Jadi sekarang, aku tak tahu bila aku akan dapat handphone baru. pfffttttt
Kwinella @ 7:13 PM!
Although this friend of mine doesn't read this blog, I'd like the whole world to know that Mohd 'Ammar turns 19 today. Although he conveniently, albeit unintentionally, forgot my 19th, I shall not be vengeful and still wish him well anyhow. For being the special friend that he is, for almost all my life, I pray that he be blessed with all the goodness and happiness in life that he truly deserves. Word of thanks would not suffice for all the times he's been there for me. This is someone who'd take time off his busy schedule, what with fyp and all, just to listen to me whine. Such sweetness.
I'll save the rest for this afternoon... when I meet him to give him the present.
Kwinella @ 12:42 AM!
Friday, December 16, 2005
I have a very, very, VERY mean 12-year-old sister. I chanced upon her blog today and to my horror, she refers to me, her 19-year-old sister as "big-bottomed". It is true that my behind is expanding like a balloon which just blows up but won't explode, but surely that should not have been an excuse for her to mock me and call me names. It's so hurtful. What did I ever do wrong to have such a menace in my life? I remember being 12 years old but I most certainly do not recall being such a pesky irritant and so bitchy. What was I doing after psle? I had a trip to Langkawi with the family and I was pretty much a good girl. I am serious. Back then, I wasn't aware of the wonders of technology. I didn't even keep a diary when I was in primary school, much less a blog. I don't even recall calling my sisters names.
Ye lah, bak kata pepatah, dulu lain sekarang lain.
Times have changed and so should respect for the elders too issit?
Let me just ask some of you these questions.
Have you ever gotten a loud and rude answer from your siblings when all you did was ask politely?
Have you ever been told to shut up by your younger siblings?
Has any of your siblings screamed at you when they could have well used a 6-inch voice?
Everytime she rolls her eyes at me, with her lips doing that usual... (I don't know how she does it), or everytime she tells me to shut up, I feel like kicking her scrawny ass so hard each time she turns her back on me, so that she'll fall flat on her face. It'll help putting her teeth back in place too, I suppose. The angst I feel everytime something like that happens is very overwhelming. Some days, I just take deep breaths and resist the temptation to hit her with something and on some days, I just... cry. What better way to release the surmountable angst and emotional tension than to cry buckets.
If all that crying doesn't help, I'd just stuff my face with food. That is so passe... gorging my way to ultimate weight-gain and an enormous behind whenever I feel depressed. But I've to say this, it works every single time. So, there you have it. Maybe she should take some credit for size of my bum. Of course she should, she has everything to do with it! Yet, she still has the cheek to call me big-bottomed after all that she has done. Some nerves she has.
I think, the only reason why I've never resort to violence even though she has hurt me too many a times is because of the unwavering love I have for my sisters. I know that deep within me, there's a love so strong, I can never bring myself to hurt any of them. Though sometimes I do wish to just doink them twerps in the head. If only they knew.
Kwinella @ 5:46 PM!
All I wanted was someone to play pool with.
I ended up having dinner at siam kitchen @ bugis. I ate while she watched and waited patiently for me to finish up so that dessert could be served. How was I to know that the serving portion for dessert was actually enough for 2? I had unknowingly ordered 2 plates of banana fritters with vanilla ice cream, which was enough to make us feel so gorged, no less. It was a rip-off. $4-90 for a plate of banana fritters??? But... because they were abso-fucking-lutely yummy, I shall not complain.
After dinner, we travelled from bugis, all the way back to bukit timah for pool. Cheap mah.
Okay, so I had a good time. Nothing can go wrong when this selenge here has the luxury of good food and company.
Anyways, back to the dilemma. I'm not so sure if I should bring the diploma up to my dad when he comes back tomorrow. I am positive he will be all for it. But. You see, there has to be a but to it. My dad, is rather predictable. No doubt, he has always been supportive of what I'm interested in. Be it sports or in the area of academics. No matter how much he wishes to give me all of his blessings, there will always be an anti-climax, "tanya mama" (translated: ask your mother). It's frustrating, okay. Unfortunately for me, I've never been given the liberty of making my own decisions pertaining to the path of education which I wish to undertake. So, whenever I relent to my dad's instructions of "tanya mama", more often than not, I'd end up with a straight NO. Despite knowing the possible outcome, I shall just try my luck when my dad comes home from work tomorrow. If "tanya mama" comes around, I can kiss goodbye to the diploma and possibly James Cook University.
Such injustice.
Okay fine, I'll stop being melodramatic. But really lah, it's not all false pathos, you know. I've been suppressing this angst for far too long. I am really hoping that people do not mistake my silence as my weakness. I can no longer just sit and watch other people (and not me), make decisions for me which will affect my life, whether in a detrimental way or not. It is about time I stand up for myself. But what if she says NO again? I can't possibly enrol for the course just like that. If she says no, my dad will also say no. This means that there will be no one to pay for the course. Maybe I should just put my desire to be in the tourism industry on hold, or should I? Haiyaaaah. So leceh.
Kwinella @ 1:13 AM!
Thursday, December 15, 2005
In the event of me actually getting into a university (insya' Allah), Mother will decide which university I will attend. In the event of choosing a major, Mother will decide which one. Mother will also decide which area of profession I'll venture into. In the event of me getting married, Mother will decide to whom I shall get bethrothed. In the event of family planning, Mother will decide how many children I will have. In other words, my mother will decide how I live my life. I hope she is happy that she has turned me into a life puppet which she holds with strings. Well done, Mother. I cannot be any happier than now. I hope you're happy too.
Kwinella @ 4:22 PM!
Have you people received the letter from Newcastle regarding that diploma? How howhowww? Last night when Mustafa messaged me on msn, I was so certain I wouldn't be interested in the tourism industry. But when I finally got my hands on the letter, suddenly the prospect of being in a flourishing tourism industry has sparked the interest. But... a diploma in a relatively short period of time? decisions decisions. Bah. I doubt my dad will approve anyway. If I were to enrol, I'd probably be guilt-stricken for the rest of this holiday. I've yet to find myself a job and I'm thinking of asking my dad to fork out at least another $5000 for the diploma. I'm just asking for it.
Anyways, I've been itching to hit the pool table, again. Now, I can't find a kaki to play with.
Kwinella @ 3:22 PM!
As I look back and think about all that has been done, all that has been said and the promises made, I now begin to wonder if they were all empty promises and if they meant anything at all, to you. I am now clearly apprehensive about your sincerity all this while. I doubt you meant all that you've said.
