I had the intention to watch Tigger's movie as soon as I get home from work but I ended up being fatigued. So, I got straight to finishing up some list. With that in mind, I have actually resolved to minimise my shopping when the pay comes in at the end of the month. This is in view of the amount I have to set aside for my parents, travelling fare and some essential amenities. I have therefore decided that I shall only get babyface's and weezer's cd for some audio stimulation when the pay for february comes in. Let's just wait and see what really happens when the time comes. This is going to be fairly interesting.
I think I am nuts for not going to bed after completing the list. Must be the excitement. How can I not be excited??? Liverpool is now 3 points behind man utd. whooots. I haven't exactly got my weekend figured out but I am really craving for mutton soup at west coast and fishball noodles at tong seng. Izzah! I can't wait lah.
I dropped by scotts after work today to wait for Hiddy and ended up buying Mariah Carey's Musicbox which I misplaced about 4 years back, when I was auditioning for teachers' day in secondary school. To think that I actually bothered about those things. Anyways, we had macs for dinner and then we were off. I love being around Hiddy because she's a very funny and sexy (albeit belo) girl, though she won't admit the sexy bit. hur hur. Train rides home seem a lot less dreary and painful when there's someone to talk and laugh with. Late night journeys are the best because you can laugh and talk as loud as you want without a care. No one (literally!) is there to give you disgusted/annoyed (whatever) looks. I could have rolled and skipped around like an unchained monkey let loose from captive if I really wanted to. Ahhhh and then there's the absence of ultra-irritants rooted firmly to the ground near the door, waiting to be the first to secure seats. The bliss.
Before I rant on any further and make no sense at all, I shall hit the sack. Hiddy, I hope it's not sore eyes.
Ohhh just so you know, if I had a gun or knife with me last night, I could well be a murderer. Not only was the sight of heaps and heaps of flowers and teddies puke-inducing, it irked me a lot. The amount of money spent on one single day. Seriously, it's over-sensationalised! Don't you think that the money should be put to a better use such as shopping for Ain's clothes, Ain's shoes, or paying for Ain's travelling fare? And of course, there's always the charitable organisation and masjid-building fund.
I am unaware of the history of this particular day and pardon me if I choose to be ignorant because really, I don't give a rat's arse. Even if you're really keen on celebrating love or professing love on that very day, please tell me why only on 14th feb? Any other sodding day cannot issit? Will any other day cause the value of your love towards another to depreciate? Has love knocked off all senses out of you? If so, do me a favour will you? Eat some shit or just eat a whole lot of shit and die of some horrible disease. Dimwits.
Monday, February 13, 2006
I somehow have a feeling that He is telling me that my time is drawing near. 3 deaths in a month, it has to be a sign or something. But nevermind that. In any case, my cousin called around nine-ish to let us know that a grand-uncle had passed on earlier today. It's not that I am a mean person or what but I really don't know his name. We all call him Tok Anjang.
***In loving memory of Hirwan Abdullah, Ibrahim Md Rashid and Tok Anjang.
May they be placed among those of Imaan. Ameen.
On another note altogether, CHELSEA LOST! WOOHOO. A sense of joy so inexplicable surged inside me when my friend broke the news to me last night, in the middle of a rather intense and emotional phone conversation.
And before I end this very short entry, I shall let the whole world know that I am now poorer than what I used to be before I started working. No thanks to travelling fare and impulsive shopping. pffftt..
Kwinella @ 12:18 AM!
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Hiddy! You're not alone! I miss school too. And as strange as this may sound, I miss doing assignments too. Especially geography tutorials. All that cracking of my head just to put everything together and make sure everything sounded coherent. I also especially miss doing last minute work. The rush of adrenalin pumping through my veins had been truly orgasmic. And all that capture crazy moments both in class and outside class (remember the newspapers collection?). I am now aware of your penchance for capturing me in my uttermost belo moments.
GP, tsk. You brought back many hilarious moments. Why hiddy? Why??? Having to control myself from bursting out loud in her class was a feat by itself. And now a reminiscence. You're cruel. Now that the day of reckoning is approaching, okay I shall not go into that. The mere thought of it can make me pee in my shorts. Scary la sehhh.
In any case, I miss school. But I don't miss you because I can always meet you for milkshake. hur hur. Besides, there are just so many body shop things in my room, you're constantly on my mind. :P
Kwinella @ 10:45 PM!
I think that is what the pills have made me. I woke up this morning, still as groggy as ever but still I showered and then made my way to work. I figured my supervisor saw that I looked like a whole lot of crap so she told me to get another day's mc and so I did. I couldn't even stand without leaning onto the wall, much less serve a customer and sort out wretched receipts. The doctor was kind enough to waive off consultation fees and charged me only for the pills for inflammation of the throat. Right now, whenever I get up from lying down, I just want to put my head back down and never wake up. It feels awful.
The little girl in me wanted to watch cinderella so badly that I decided to put it on. So I sat through about an hour and a half. I think I have a relish for classic fairy tales simply because I'd often find myself absorbed in the lives of the main characters and like them, I could use a bit of a carefree life and sing "a dream is a wish your heart makes" all day long. Fortunately for them, that's life everyday while I, we, can only imagine. yeap. The sweet albeit shortlived cinderella experience was truly a moment I'd take time to luxuriate in. But alas, it's not everyday that I fall sick and get to lie in bed. Boy, I'll flip if I were given the opportunity to watch cinderella over and over.
I don't understand why I even chose to talk about cinderella in this entry. It could be that I've ran out of things. I feel so uninspired. Okay, but since when was I gushing with ideas and good storylines? gee.
Anyways, given that time was hanging heavy on my hands, I decided to do a bit of bloghopping. I'd usually drop by my friends' blogs and get a glimpse of what have they been up to. You know, did they get laid over the weekend, how many boogers have they flicked at random people, how many books have they completed in a week, yadayadayada... the usual. But tonight, I thought that it would be interesting to see what's in a life of a secondary school kid, now that I'm way past that. Being a teenager always full of angst myself, I can understand why some of them are into the teenage-rebellion stint. But what I don't get is why we are so angry all the time. Why do we put things into a perspective such that all the burden in the world have been entrusted upon our shoulders? Why do we have to see things in such a way that it seems like there's no way out? Why do we always feel that parents don't quite get us, that they will never come to terms with teenagers and growing up? Surely they must have an inkling of what is it that we're going through. Afterall, they weren't brought into this world as they are now.
Then, why have things gotten so complicated? Why eh?
The things unravelled in one blog. of an individual. Okay, in this case, it's not quite unravelled. Everything else remains pretty much baffling. At least to me it is.
I'm the last person any teen in his/her pre-pubescent age should come to for advice but in any case, here's very cliched one:
when life gives you shit, make lemonade out of it. And in any relationship (assuming this is the boy-girl relationship we're talking about), in the event of a major quarrel, both parties will want to talk but none will want to listen. Well, you don't have to be either party. Just think. Think and you won't have to get into a squabble with a boy/girl. If you're too dumb too decipher any of the above, I meant to say JUST BE SINGLE. Your adolescence is too short for you to be worrying about "is he going to break up with me?", "is she cheating on me?", "what am I going to get her for our 6th month?" and all that jazz. Forget all that and chances are, you'll have a more fulfilling life and a promising future. More importantly though, you'll find that family and friends are all that matter. Besides, you don't need another half to make or validate you.
haha. what a load of bull. There is no guarantee that your life is going to be all bubblegummy and happily-ever-after if you heed my words. But really, there's no harm trying. hehhh.
Sebenarnya, the entire entry is pointless. I was just ranting on and on to kill time. So that by the time I'm done blabbering, I'd be sleepy enough to hit the sack. Anyone who's sane enough would know better than to actually heed my advice. I wouldn't even call it advice in the first place. It's just a load of word vomit.
I can't believe I'm sick.
No one actually came and brought me flowers/fruits (take your pick). *sniffles*cough*sniffles*
Okay, aku dah penat. Aku dah mati kutu, tak tahu apa lagi yang patut diceritakan.
Kwinella @ 9:47 PM!
Monday, February 06, 2006
I think Liverpool's devastating defeat at Stamford Bridge came across to me as a mild shock. I don't know if I can call it mild because I woke up at 8.15am with a fever and a throat so sore. I reached my workplace just in time but decided that there's no way I'm going to go through today feeling all lousy. So I took the lift up to the 36th floor, got myself checked and indeed, I have the flu and thus the mc. Got back, downed all the necessary and slept all the way till maghrib. That's a solid 6-hour nap. The lozenges for cough taste good, somehow.
Ohh, I didn't kill anyone on my way to the workplace today. But my semangat kebabian to put on a liverpool jersey had waned by the time I stepped out of the shower. The flu tablet is really taking its effect. I feel as baked as anyone doing pot would. chehhh, macamlah aku tahu what it feels like to be smoking pot. I've got a lot more to say but I think the pills have stumped my creativity and train of thoughts. tsk. I think I shall just go sleep now.
To the people who've messaged me on friendster saying I'm cute, please! Are you blind!? I'm not cute!!! Stop it already. I have serious self-esteem issues. Do not aggravate it any further.
Kwinella @ 10:37 PM!
If I come across anyone wearing a chelsea jersey tomorrow or anyone whom I know is a chealsea fan, I'll probably kill him/her.
Kwinella @ 2:00 AM!
Sunday, February 05, 2006
I am one happy girl. I have no idea as to why but all I know is that there is a warm current of joygasm surging within me. Must have been all the chocolates I've consumed in one week. I didn't know that the consumption of chocolates could release massive amounts of endorphins (of course it doesn't! I totally made that up lah). I am also happy to see that the 4 figure in my saving account is consistently dwindling. Right. I don't really like it when I am too happy. I'll just be on a roll and pretend that I am the richest girl in the world by spending my money on things for people like there's no tomorrow. However, this does not mean that it gets any better when I'm down in a funk. There isn't much of a difference because I would still spend as much. Except that I spend more on food. The glutton that I am.
And I complain that I am getting fat. I think the sudden weight-gain all started about a year ago. I got a shock so intense I almost died, when I saw my weight on the scale one day during pe. I had went from a mere average of 47kg to a whooping 54kg in just two weeks. Some was very sure that it was just muscle mass because I frequent the gym a lot. But really, it was all the thosai I ate. When depression sets in, there's no telling when I will ever stop gorging myself. So please, the key to an average weight is HAVING NO LOVE LIFE! (be an advocate of that, or not. Whichever suits your fancy)
Anyways, I finally caught 40-year-old virgin at a friend's house while waiting for his mum to come back. It was friggin' hilarious. But I didn't expect the uncut version to be so... for a lack of a better word, overwhelming. I had a good laugh, nonetheless.
And then I had driving today. But for now, I shall keep it under wraps. Really, I have a long way to go. Good news are far much sweeter when you least expect it, isn't it? (:
Soccer in quite a bit. For the first time, I'm feeling all jittery before watching a soccer match. And it's just a soccer match. What is happening to me??? Okay wait, it's not JUST any soccer match. It's against the blues. Wahlau, we better win ahhh. I'm feeling a bit sentimental right now and I am contemplating if I should wear a liverpool jersey to work tomorrow. hur hur.
Izzah! You're probably gonna reach LA soon. You must, I repeat, MUST take pictures with mickey mouse okay? Have loads of wholesome fun!
p.s: happy 23rd birthday rini darling! you are very old but soooo skinny. please make sure that your boyfriend feeds you with lotsa good food. If he doesn't, you know who to look for. *wink*wink*
Okay, can I add that it is very lovely when it rains at night? The pitter-patter of the rain on my window panes makes me feel happy. You know, the easy kind of happy. I think this is contentment. And yea, notice how I've not mentioned anything on banana pancakes. hehh. It's just a kickass song which I groove to everyday at work, without fail. It's a very cute song. Hiddy will vouch for me on that one. (:
For the sake of being so damn random, I was happily cam-whoring in my room today. I was so excited about uploading those pictures from my phone into the pc. I was looking forward to a full frontal narcissism on friendster and msn. But alas, my usb cable is nowhere to be found. I don't even know if I bought it lah. How much of a goon can I be, that I really don't know. Let's just say a whole lot.
Kwinella @ 11:01 PM!
Friday, February 03, 2006
Nevermind the title. I found it rather amusing that a certain someone's msn nick gave me every reason to say that and I couldn't resist. But that is not the focal point of this entry.
It finally dawned on me why everyone who stepped into the shop or stood at the counter appeared to me as punching bags. I've also come to know why for one brief moment I just felt like pushing away all the things on the counter. I also know why the hunger pangs became out of control. I went to work with an empty bag and came home with a not-so-empty bag. If you're too dumb (you must be a guy. pfffttt.) to understand what the hell am I blabbering about, I am now bleeding profusely. Now, get the picture?
Ohhh and I am guessing that some people have not heard of mint drops or chewable mint. Seriously, at least rinse after every meal, please. Yes, I do realise I am being so fucking ngada-ngada. If you think that I am done with dressing down the people who I think are in need of lessons in order not to incur my wrath, boy, are you in for a lot more! Before I go any further, I shall make it clear that I have damaged salivary glands and so sometimes, I do drool even as I speak. But that RARELY happens anyway. So are those people who spit on me every few seconds when they engage in a conversation with me, telling me that they have severely damaged salivary glands?! I can excuse you if it happens once or twice but gee, if your keep showering me every few seconds, I may just have to punch your face.
And does being the eldest mean I have to share EVERYTHING with my younger siblings? Does being the eldest necessarily include having to tolerate instances where people take you for a charitable organisation? Does being the eldest mean that I must keep silent even when they use or take my things without prior notice or permission? Forget about asking for permission, is it too darn difficult to fucking inform me?
I especially don't like people who shove me aside once they don't need me any longer. After all that one has done for another, the least the other party could do is to show some sense of gratitude. Not a cold shoulder. Sometimes I wonder if there's any good left in humankind. In fact, I wonder all the time. You don't have to feed me with the normal "hey, you're not that perfect yourself so shut the hell up". I think I know myself well enough.
Kwinella @ 10:35 PM!
Thankfully, my sanity's still intact notwithstanding all that has been going on lately. Nothing too overwhelming. I cannot say that there hasn't been a moment that I had to sit back and reflect on life for a moment, though. The passing on of a fellow assumptionite shocked me quite a bit even though I am sure that my facial expression at the point of time I was informed, didn't really reflect the... shock. I do not know the arwah on a personal level but surely the death of a fellow human being, someone so young, would affect me in one way or another.
Nana was extremely taken aback. I know you're reading this. Let's just pray for him. That he'll be in peace wherever he is and that he'll be in better hands now. I'm sure he'll be happy to know that friends like you are praying for him.
On another note, work has been good and life has been peachy lately. Many thanks to friends so adorable and colleagues who make working experience a funfilled one. Ohh and need I mention the part where I gorge myself silly with piping hot pizzas and sinful delights of sorts? The pizzas were just really hot, I think I scalded my gum and tongue.
That aside and on to something of no correlation. I am rather disturbed by the fact that my mother thinks that I have a boyfriend. I was in utter disbelief when she asked if I were attached to a certain someone whom I've known for a very, very, veeery long time. I asked her why did she think that and she replied "You've been meeting him every now and then. Are you guys dating or not?" All that in Malay. Tsk. My meeting him so often and catching just ONE late night movie does not make us an item ho-kay. And besides, why would he want to be my boyfriend? Kami berdua amat tidak sepadan. But most of my friends thought that I will somehow, someday end up with him. And he is partly Indian anyhow. But that's another story for another time. It's time to hit the sack now. It's testing day tomorrow and I've got 5 titles to sell. boo-hoo.
Kwinella @ 12:07 AM!
