Hey world. As you can see for yourself, I cannot be bothered to update because work is draining the life out of me even though it's only relief work. It is an excuse nonetheless for the sparse updates. heh. Another excuse would be that of extreme laziness that gets the better of me each time I come home.
Anyway, I still haven't got over the culture shock I had on my first day. But nevermind that.
Okay, I'm not exactly in the mood to rant so I shall just shut up. And Amanda, we'll go out soon okay! I miss you too.
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Congratulations to Amanda Lim for finally getting an A for her module! I knew you're an A-calibre. Congratulations are also in order for me, myself and I for getting that job. Finally. I'm so proud of myself hur hur hur. And Amanda, why would I want to name my son after your boyfriend??? hmmmm.
I don't feel like saying much because I'm feeling so damn lousy. And it's all no thanks to a friend who asked a question which sent me sinking into a deep blue funk. bleh. I've never experienced such an overwhelming gloominess of huge, gargantuan, monstrous proportions. I feel so... blah.
Kwinella @ 12:58 AM!
Saturday, July 22, 2006
I had the craziest time of my life. I went for the interview in the morning which alhamdulillah, turned out well. Spent a couple of hours with the neighbour after that, whom I think has a serious problem with my behind. Seriously, stop it. You're freaking me out. hur hur hur. Go stare at your boyfriend's behind or something.
I conked out the minute I got home. On any other day, I'd only get up and shower after dzuhur and there I was, up and about at 7 in the a.m. It was quite a feat ho-kay. A feat which was manageable nevertheless.
The mother wanted to try out this newly-opened dining place at the botanic gardens called taman serasih or something like that and the father drove us. We went round in circles but never found the place. Hence, dinner at adam rd. Since we're all kaki merayap, we ended up in changi at 10-ish and were soon basking in contentment, swinging under the ummm star-less sky. I love how we take time to indulge in such simple moments no matter how grown up or old we all are. Give me swings and commercial airliners touching down at changi airport and I'll be a very happy girl.
I visit that place and swing my heart out with the family very often. It's about time I do it with someone else other than family. Unfortunately, everyone's so effing busy with their own lives, which is understandable. But please, don't give me the it's-too-far crap. I have an age-old desire, yet to be fulfilled and that's to go to changi airport and just laze the day with the company of a worthy friend and a highly entertaining book.
The only problem is, that friend has yet to make his/her debut in my life. I'm just... waiting.
Kwinella @ 12:59 AM!
Thursday, July 20, 2006
How can anyone who goes to school not have a black pen? That's like being a girl without boobs or you-know-what. Okay seriously, how can you go to school with not a single black pen in your bloody huge pencil case? And then you come up to your exceptionally selfish sister when it comes to stationery, asking if you could use her black pen. tsk tsk tsk.
The moral of the story is, if you're a student, you MUST have a black pen in your pencil case. That's a numero uno rule (according to me). Stock up if you have to but remember, having a black pen is imperative. In fact, regardless whether you're a student or holding a job, always have a black pen with you. It's lightweight and doesn't cost much, dammit. So just buy a friggin' black pen and leave me alone, will you?
Kwinella @ 10:34 PM!
The mother saw a couple of business cards of some seamstresses on the telephone desk. She then picked up the cordless phone and dialled the number printed on one of the cards. For a moment, you'd have thought that she was intent and seemed keen on enquiring about asking price and the kind of cloth they would be able to deal with. After seemingly satisfied with the answers she has gotten, she said terima kasih and hung up.
She started laughing and said "mama saje-saje call".
And I seriously thought she was gonna go ahead with the kain thing. Then I remembered that we don't even have kain.
I bet you can tell by now that I'm listless at home and my Thursday is very, very membosankan.
Kwinella @ 5:54 PM!
We were having lunch at the dining table and somehow the topic of that famous singer's nuptials with that dato' became the subject of our lunchtime mother-daughter conversation.
her: semalam kat tempat belajar, kecoh diorang berbual pasal sipolan. Jadi mak cakap, "eh jangan cakap pasal dia la, bingit". kau ingat lagu dia yang "cintaku bukan kerana hartaaaa"? banyaaaak dia punya cintaku bukan kerana harta.
me: hmmm agaknya dia kena kahwin paksa tak mak? manalah tau.
her: sudahlah, jgn cakap pasal dia.
-_- walhal dia yang start conversation.
That aside, I can't get this particular thing out of my head. It's beginning to irk me how it appears to be very daunting. I'm hoping it would just... go away.
Kwinella @ 3:55 PM!
I was chatting with this guy after 3 years and the first thing he said was " you put on weight." basket. Tanpa segan-silu eh silaaaa.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
I might as well get used to this. I am, afterall, going to be jobless for a good 3 months or so. So keep those tags coming. In the course of doing so, please ensure a variety. I can't possibly do the 7s for 5 friggin' times. hehh..
So here you go, 25 facts about me you might or not have already known.
1. I was born on September 2nd 1986, 27 dzulhijjah 1406. *save up, people!*
2. I love green tea and only pokka green tea.
3. My all-time favourite disney movie is Cinderella. *and I call myself a cynic*
4. I like to go into my sisters' room and check out what they're up to, at the most random time.
5. I have a newspaper cut-out of steven gerrard's back on my desk, next to a photo of me.
6. My desktop screams steven gerrard.
7. I have a rather colourful collection of ummm underpants.
8. I have a crush on captain planet. As in The Captain Planet. *go planet*
9. contrary to popular belief, I am very straight and very single. those who doubt my sexual orientation can go **** spider.
10. also contrary to popular belief, I am very demure (HAHAHA). It just doesn't show much.
11. I bake some mean chocolate cake y'all. hur hur hur
12. whenever I can't get to sleep or whenever boredom heightens to never-felt-before levels, I watch LOTR.
13. I don't really like to be in photos. surprise surprise.
14. I can now only fit into 1 miserable pair of jeans. (dee, i feel you)
15. Things can get pretty ugly when i'm pms-ing. I lash out at everyone and anyone, including my parents.
16. I don't like coffee.
17. I cuss a lot. When I was in secondary school, I used to babble a string of hokkien expletives whenever a schoolmate or teacher got on my last nerve, which was close to being ALL THE TIME.
18. When I walk, I have the tendency to stumble as if I had tripped over something when really, there is nothing in my way.
19. I get bored easily. So unless we're on the same wavelength, frequency yadda yadda, just stay away from me. It'll do both parties more good than bad.
20. I honestly think boys with really bad grammar are repulsive. *basic primary school grammar, people*
21. I just learnt how to cycle but I still can't swim.
22. I looooooove white roses and white lilies above all else.
23. I know what I'm going to name my kids even though I'm fully aware of the simple fact that I'm not engaged to be married nor am I attached to anyone who's a likely husband-to-be. hell, I'm not even attached. A small hint though; they all start with the letter R. e-mail or message me on msn if you're kpo enough to know. hur hur hur.
24. I have an affinity with indian food. don't ask why.
25. people say I am loyar-buruk, witty, comical and very animated. I have idea how true those are.
Okay, this may seem very sudden, but i think I am aes-sick. I miss that pink (yes, that horrid colour) building and the scrumptious tuna sandwich. I miss the annual road relays. I miss warm-ups at the courtyard. I miss floorball with the track team. I miss playing pranks on Mrs Goh. I miss suan-ing Benedict. I miss Faezah and Stephanie. I miss our silly misunderstandings and small squabbles. I miss all things Assumption. And here I am 4 years on, still refusing to let go.
Kwinella @ 3:41 PM!
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Before I go on with this post, I'd like to apologise to all xiaxue's hardcore fans in advance. But really, they're just my thoughts so I think this post should be treated as with all my other mindless ramblings.
I may be a bitter person and even more bitter when I'm having bouts of pms. But her bitterness, is just waaaay beyond me. Who the hell goes to disneyland and complain about plastic ears being too expensive? They're disney's merchandise. Hello. And if you think the souvenirs and food are too costly for your liking, seriously, stay put in Singapore.
And I don't understand how her readers can put up with her ummm shamelessly insulting(?) people who lack the capability to look good or good looks at all. What, fat people who whine cannot enjoy the liberty of having fun at disneyland like you did, is that it? And clearly, she has an issue with Singaporeans who do not bother dressing up. It seems to me that she holds high regards for Americans or any other citizens of the world but fellow Singaporeans. Seriously, what is wrong with going out and t shirt and shorts? Is it a sin? Is it that low class? I've seen people walk around the Big Apple clad in simple tee and shorts and flip flops, I've seen prettyfaces all over the world in berms and singlets. Honey, if it's so much of an eyesore to see people sloppily clad, stay home. Society doesn't give a rat's ass what we wear to the airport or orchard rd.
And that whole only-cute-kids-are-brought-to-disneyland issue, omfg. Seriously woman, you've got to be kidding me.
Kwinella @ 3:39 PM!
She tagged me (I think. bwahahahaaa). Well, since I really haven't got anything much to do anyway, I'll indulge her. What in the blazes am I talking about. I haven't got
anything to do. geewhiz.
ready, get set, GOOOOO.
3 physical things you like about yourself
my tiny hands
my flabby arms (don't ask why)
and umm my behind. (i like what~ not you like)
3 physical things that you do not like about yourself
my ears
my behind, sometimes
my pimples
and a lot more. but i've learnt to live with it (:
3 things that scare you
death
ghosts
God and His Wrath
3 things that make you a happy person
good food
good books
good company
3 of your everyday essentials
shower
eat
pray
and read (i'm a geek la okay. are you happy now?)
3 things you are wearing right now
glasses
underthings
butterfly dress
3 things you want in a relationship (yah lor Dee, tak cukup)
love
trust
fun
i'll end the list at that
3 favourite bands or artists
mew
jack johnson!
love psychedelico
and yea, this list is everchanging
3 things you'd like to do right now
fart out loud
and umm that's pretty much it.
it's 2.26 in the A.M, I can't quite think clearly about what i really wanna do.
3 things about the preferred sex that appeals to you
wit and sense of humour
can I get back to you on this one? i haven't got it figured out yet.
3 ways you are stereotypically a boy
i'm bloody loud
guragas... like rough
i hit hard and well
3 ways you are stereotypically a girl
this one's going to be tough granted that ppl have always thought of me as a butch. bleh.
my many blonde moments
i can't live without eyeliners
the array of shoes I have
3 female celeb crushes
liv tyler!
liv tyler!
kate beckinsale
3 male celeb crushes
keanu reeves
steven gerrard (sorry, couldn't resist)
ryan reynolds
3 things you want to do before you die
get married, have kids and be happy
fulfil obligations as a Muslimah
learn to sew.
heh.
3 things you would like to change about yourself
my ears. hahahaha.
my cynicism
my bloody temper
3 people you would like to see take this
i'm a wet blanket so I'm not going to tag anyone. hur hur hur.
I know you're all very busy people and I shall therefore spare you.
haiz. such thoughtfulness. mana nak cari kawan macam ni. hehhhhh.
next one...
7 goals to be attained before I die
excel in whatever field i choose to dabble in
be a good Muslimah
do something that my parents can be proud of
get married, have kids and be happy
read as many books as possible
teach Malay
and be really really happy
7 things I can't stop doing in this lifetime
being corny
laughing
making loved ones laugh
praying
worrying
be a cynic
reading
7 things that attract me
steven gerrard (
you totally saw this one coming, didn't you?)
people who like to read
good food
good books
national geographic channel!
mellow numbers from british bands
and ummm steven gerrard. hur hur hur
7 things I say
shut up
okay
eh?
ya Rabbi
Astaghafirullahal'azim
***k balls
gatal
7 books that i love
seriously, you should have gotten the idea by now that i read everything and anything.
7 movies that I loved
LOTR trilogy
love me if you dare
sweet november
remember the titans
the replacements
fight club
veer-zaara (very sedih, okay)
7 people to tag
johnny depp
liv tyler
chris martin
keanu reeves
steven gerrard
xabi alonso
ryan reynolds
hur hur hur. klakarnyaaaa saya ni. ohh and Dee, must I do the 25 random crap also?
Kwinella @ 2:13 AM!
Monday, July 17, 2006
hey world. I failed.
I'm feeling so disoriented, I just want to hurl. Even my stomach's feeling disoriented.
friggin' 3 months till the next revision and test. i suck.
Kwinella @ 7:43 PM!
The main intention of dropping by baybeats was to catch dhalif in action. After his band had performed, my bum kinda got glued to the seat and I remained as I was for quite a bit. I got bored and so I decided to move over to the main arena. And then I walked around some more, hoping that I'd find zool and zool would find me. Alas, I didn't find him and he didn't find me until much later. I did however, bump into a couple of people like Adibah, Ariffah, Miss Dancia Tan and her godma, Sha and Hirol and errr... a couple of other familiar faces.
Here's a note to all that I might have bumped into but didn't say hi to: I apologise with all my heart if I may have been right in front of your faces but failed to acknowledge your presence. The reason being that I am super potek despite already having my glasses on.
So yea... it was a night of bumping into people. Zool only found me while I was in the middle of a conversation with Adibah.
And on my way home in the train, I bumped into Ali and Farid. We talked and talked since there was so much to catch up on, only to realise much later in the conversation that both of them had forgotten my name. -_-
Okay I am knackered till mad. Let's just hope I don't bump into anything or anyone later during the test. And much thanks for all the good luck!
Kwinella @ 1:07 AM!
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Since I'm too darn lazy to put up a proper entry consisting of coherent sentences, I'll just say that the evening was rad. Company was fabulous and food was spectacular. I mean, I had bananas in chocolates and marshmallows!!! What more can a girl like me ask for? The bananas... da bomb, I'm telling you. It was some mean bananas with chocolate and marshmallows. I had a mental orgasm going on in my head just watching the chocolate sizzling on the grill. Can you imagine what ensued when all that wholesome goodness was in my mouth? Go figure.
coke bottle-hogging me, corny jokes, friends and bananas = a very very happy me.
something off topic... I like how babies are androgynous, don't you?
baybeats tomorrow. I know I'm like super-lambat setapak but nevermind.
continued at 3.28am
oleh sebab saya terlalu malas nak mengalih bahasa, saya akan luahkan apa yang ada di dalam benak kepala otak saya dalam bahasa ibunda la eh. Kalau awak-awak nak tahu kenapa saya masih celik mata, saya sekarang sedang emosi. Emosi sebab terkenangkan tadi petang saya tonton filem veer-zaara yang sudah saya tonton tak tahu berapa kali. Ehhhh cerita tu teraaaaamat lah sedih nyaaaah. Ye la, saya mengaku yang saya ni suuuuka sangat tonton filem hindi yang boleh membuat orang gembeng macam saya ni menitiskan air mata, hingga bercucuran. Ehhh tak bedek la.
Nak-nak lagi bila part Zaara nak pulang ke Pakistan dan lagu Do Pal Ruka mula dinyanyikan. Sayunya... teramat. Ehhh tapikan, betul la, saya tak bedek. Masih terngiang-ngiang lagi lagu tu di dalam kepala otak saya. Kalau baca surah yassin sampai macam gitu kan bagus. hmmmm. Tapi tak mengapa. Saya tak tahu la kan, sama ada jalan ceritanya yang membuat hati saya remuk-redam sehingga bercucuran air mata, atau melihat shah rukh dan preity jebik. Yang pasti, pertama kali saya tonton filem tu, air mata saya boleh mengakibatkan bah di seluruh bukit panjang. hur hur hur. okay, bedek je.
Dan bab paling sedih dalam filem tu (pada pendapat saya), bab dlm mahkamah. alaaaaa, bila lagu tere liye dinyanyikan. ehhhhh pilu sungguh.
oleh sebab saya ni gembeng dan mudah sangat menitiskan air mata, saya malu nak tonton filem-filem tearjerker yang sedemikian rupa bersama mama dan baba saya. malu bebbb. Ada je nanti kena usik. ehhh bukan tgk tv je boleh nangis eh silaaaa. Kadang-kadang, dengar lagu yang dikeudarakan pun boleh nangis taauu. Lebih-lebih lagi kalau lagu Ariq. sedihhhhh kan lagu tu?
nak dengar cerita?
Ada satu kali tu, mak saya teringin benar nak karaoke. Maklumlah, dah penat-lelah satu hari suntuk kononnya nak bersantailah. Jadi, adik saya pun on-kan vcd karaoke. Mak saya pun mulalah nyanyi lagu Ariq tu... yang siap dengan video muzik original segala. dah wawa-an nyanyi, tiba-tiba dia berhenti. Macam kelihatan ada air bergenang sedikit di kelopak matanya. Tapi mak saya ni ada sikit klakar, "eh tak boleh nyanyi la. rasa macam nak nangis gitu." kesat tu kesatlah air mata, sempat dia ketawa.
Jadi, tak salah la kalau saya ni cengeng. kuah kalau tak tumpah ke nasi, ke mana lagi?
walau bagaimanapun, kalau ada awak-awak di sana tu yang terasa nak bersentimentel, pergilah tonton veer-zaara.
Hmmm okaylah saya rasa entry ni panjang nak mampos. Bila saya rasa saya ada filem-filem yang boleh membuat orang melalak dan membuat mata sembab, saya akan ummm kongsi bersama awak-awak semua eh.
Kwinella @ 12:16 AM!
Friday, July 14, 2006
It was a beautiful Friday afternoon and I was raring to go on the road for my final lesson.
This was what happened at one of the test routes:
instructor: okay ain, lane change left
me: changed accordingly.
instructor: i said left lah.
me: yah, you asked me to change to the left so i went left lah.
instructor: bwaahahahahhahaha. macam mana nak amik test on monday ni?
me: heeeeeeeeee.
For the uninitiated, I actually made a right lane change instead of the left lane change. hmmmm. Do you have any idea how useless and selenge I felt at that moment? I swear that if I could, I would have just buried my face somewhere along that bt batok road. It was *that* embarrassing.
I'm the penultimate wanita melayu selenge terakhir. No qualms about that.
And I'm taking the tp test this monday. hmmmmm.
Kwinella @ 8:39 PM!
Thursday, July 13, 2006
I've deleted one of the most incredibly boring posts I've ever written. It was written with raw emotion and I didn't like how I seemed to be perfectly okay about sharing such things. I just hated it. I should probably stop blogging anyway. It's not like I make a difference in anyone's life through what I write in here or anything remotely along that line. Okay, I'm not saying that I blog because I aim to entertain. But seriously, I was reading my past entries and they were all sleep-inducing! I am a bloody bore. Period.
And whatever possessed you people to read about my ho hum life.
Okay, I just farted. And now my room smells ummm orange-y. yummehhhh.
hur hur.
Kwinella @ 10:28 PM!
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Hiddy bobiddy! Come, tell us all about the ever-so-orgasmic and magnificent Coldplay gig!!!
Kwinella @ 11:26 AM!
seriously, can all of you please stop gloating about how wonderful and rosy your love lives are? nabei. you make me sick to the stomach. seriously, stop it. menyampah, faham menyampah? i'm a very bitter person.
because this is but part and parcel of being perpetually pms-y, chances are i'll be normal soon and i'll get back to being completely okay with reading about people's happy life. God, why do I have to be such a complex being?
Kwinella @ 1:02 AM!
Monday, July 10, 2006
I'm bleeding, i'm bleeding.
and damn the agonising cramps. Ya Allah, sakit tahu tak? To top things off, I had a little too much cili padi and now I'm enduring the pain of a horrible tummy ache and the evil cramps. huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarghhhhhhh.
Kwinella @ 1:08 AM!
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Sha, here's the link to the gay blogs. It's not actually a gay's blog but it's where I learnt of the gay blogs. She by the way, is one of my favourite Malaysian writers. And she's straight la. hur hur. So go figure out which ones are those owned by gays.
sidenote: my putting forth the gay blogs has nothing to do with the intention of belittling or poking fun at the gay community. I respect every individual as they are.
I had a ball of a time with the guys today. Would love to bore all of you with a detailed account of our
sit around and talk cock at mcdees while waiting for the birthdayboy session, followed by late dinner at breeks. Unfortunately, I'm just too lazy. I'll leave you with snippets of my day out, nonetheless. And you can have a go at judging if I really had a blast, or not.
firdaus, obviously bothered by the hair up in his nostrils
: panjang ah lobang hidung. tak boleh tahan
*corny joke alert* of all the brands, which one would ask you to lick it all up? To which our birthdayboy answered gil-lette (as in the fish's gills).
Of course, if he had pronounced the brand correctly, it would have made a lot more sense. hur hur hur.
Kwinella @ 11:45 PM!
I was reading a couple of gay blogs -as in those owned by gays- and I found all of them completely fascinating. And I also managed to feast my eyes on really drool-worthy KL men. yea,yea. I'm shallow. Who cares. It's not everyday that the golden opportunity of being bored and superficial is laid before me.
I'm finding it especially hard to get some shut eye after performing isya' these days. I'd either be in bed, tossing and turning, or doing mindless browsing on the net.
And remember the morning run I had a week ago? I couldn't help but stare in wide-eyed amazement at myself while I ran with Loretta next to me. Not only was she darker than me, I was actually yellow. But not anymore. That morning sort of had an effect on my complexion. hur hur hur.
Toldcha it was gonna be random nothingness.
I'm bored and I have banana pancakes on loop in my head when gerhana ska cinta is playing on my computer.
Gerhana ska cinta reminds me of the yesteryears.
Okay, I ought to stop.
Kwinella @ 1:42 AM!
Thursday, July 06, 2006
It's all pretty much inconceivable on all levels.
Is my dad the only son?
Do they really think that a cabin crew earns enough to feed 5 mouths including his own, pay for his mother's medical check-ups and medication, settle his daughter's tertiary education fees and after all that, still have enough to fork out money for his brother's house and somehow, there's just a little bit more to spare for needy times. Well let me be more precise; in times when others need help. Not for my family.
If you know you're always going to run out of cash at the end of the month, surely an adjustment in your lifestyle wouldn't hurt. Surely you can make do without the monthly KL trips. I'm appalled and astonished by some people's inability to grasp the simple fact that we are not a charitable organisation. Of course, on moral grounds, it's a Muslim's duty to come to the aid of another. Much less a brother's unto his kin. But granted that we are in a tight spot ourselves, how can we afford to continue lending money like we have a lot to spare? Truth be told, I don't think it's lending, given the circumstance. It has become more like a donation. I bear witness to the moments when he asked either of my parents for cash, since young. When he got a flat a few years back, it was with my dad's money that he had his walls painted, cabinets fixed, flooring done and yada yada yada.
It was made clear that the amount loaned was to be paid in full. It was (or is, rather) afterall, a debt. But several years on, no payment has been made.
Look, I am not being entirely selfish. But it is my dad's money we're talking about here. He has to pay for my school fees. Nana is going to poly next year (that depends if she really wants it, or not) and that too needs money. My mother has to go for her monthly check-ups and get her supply of medication. What, do you think medical check-ups are free goods? Of course you wouldn't know. The last I checked, hmmmm ohhh it was my dad who sent your mother, my grandmother for her check-ups.
And you had the gall to argue with me about money the last time we were at your place. Money can't buy everything. Money can't buy you love. Money can't buy you happiness. Ohhhhh the nerve you had. Without money, tell me if you would still have a roof over your head. Without money, tell me if my grandmother would still be well. Without money, would you have enough for your return trip home from Brisbane many many years back? You had the nerve to argue with me about money when at 37, your brother aka my father whom you think is too garang nak mampos is the one who has to save your ass each time you're about to enter a deep shithole.
Seriously, fucking wake up. Aren't you ashamed of borrowing all the time? and there you were, telling your niece that she's friggin' materialistic for wanting to be married to someone who's finanically stable.
Hmmm, I think wanting to live life with someone who's financially stable is a smart thing anyone commonsensical enough would do.
Kwinella @ 12:54 AM!
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
I was catapulted to great heights of euphoria when I saw the headlines on soccernet. wooohooooo.
So it's goodbye to the Germans. But dang, technically, they won't be going anywhere. It is their home, you know. Well, I bet you knew. I didn't. hur hur. It suddenly dawned on me that they're the host nation as I was happily typing the title. hur hur hur.
Maybe dhalif is right. I am waaaay too selenge.
***edit
I just realised. They're really not going anywhere, are they? There's still 3rd/4th placing. So much for being elated and all. - flailing hands in a theatrical motion-
and hey, does farting a lot mean that the best friend is going to pay me a visit soon?
Kwinella @ 1:09 PM!
Monday, July 03, 2006
I'll seriously do that if you don't.
Well, I was (and still am lah) in dire need of a job and I suddenly remembered about my relief teaching application sometime back. Usually, when I log in, it will say that my application is still under consideration. I have no inkling whatsoever, as to what's taking them so damn long to either approve or reject my application. It has been almost 7 months yah. Anyway, back to the logging in part. But last night left me completely baffled and bewildered la sehhhhh. I have no recollection drafting a new application and saving it to submit at a later date, and there it was, a notice telling me to submit that drafted application.
And here's the real issue; when I tried to log in again to submit that elusive drafted application, the same notice appears.
How it got to that is far beyond my capacity to imagine. It's just very menghairankan.
And do you want to know what else has been bothering me the entire week? Well, I'll tell you anyway.
I am sure most on my msn contact list would have noticed something along the lines of apparently, I'm too boyish. I wasn't out to seek pity so that people would finally come to realise that I am a girl afterall, and a sensitive one at that. I was, to say the least, peeved. I doubt the remark was a tongue-in-cheek because I was told by 2 males that I was too boyish for girlfriend material. Well, if you think that I'm hard-up for a relationship with you, I've got news for you - I'm not that into you.
I'm not unhappy because these ass of a monkey don't think I'm girlfriend material. I couldn't care less. I'd be happier without them anyway. I'm just not particularly too pleased with the whole you're too boyish thing. Just because I occasionally burp out loud doesn't make me any less of a girl. Just because I don't make any first move, doesn't me any less of a girl. Just because I watch soccer with so much passion and cry when my team gets eliminated doesn't make me any less of a girl. Hell, a lot of other girls cry too when they watch soccer but they're still very much girls. So I don't wear a skirt and suddenly I become boyish? I watch soccer and my life momentarily pretty much revolves around soccernet, and I am too boyish for your liking? I don't go for pedi-mani so I'm not good enough for you?
Boys, girls have evolved. We do watch soccer. We have the liberty to choose between pants and skirts. And some of us are blessed with nice finger and toe nails. So what exactly does being a girl mean? Do I have to pretend to be all manja and smile coyly when I'm around boys? Laugh with sheer subtlety and portray extreme demureness? Give up soccer and tune in to whatever girly shows they have on tv these days? Well, if I do any of these 3, I dare say that I would be lying to myself. I'm not going to start going for pedi-mani just so boys will like me, nor am I going to watch less soccer and more ditzy reality shows starring equally ditzy brats. So, get over it.
It's good enough I put on clothes and smell nice. hur hur hur. Some of you don't even smell nice and half of you, well, I'm not entirely sure if you're wearing clothes.
hur hur hur.
And at least I can cook, wash and iron. Hmmm. And I'm smart (well, I'd like to think that I am).
HAHAHA. -_-
Kwinella @ 2:38 PM!
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Imagine that you pick up today's papers and the headline flashes across your face:
Girl found dead in study room... Cause of death reportedly to be multiple cardiac arrests suffered amidst world cup excitement.
bottomline is, I almost died. If I were to really die from watching that fucken England vs Portugal match, I'd probably haunt Frank Lampard and wring his neck, as with C. Ronaldo and that stupendously stupid ref. On second thought, I'd be happy with Lampard's neck alone.
Kwinella @ 2:08 AM!
Saturday, July 01, 2006
woiiiiiiii. Where was Messi?? Where was Aimar!?!??!?! chaonehneh. Like I've said time and again, it must have been a conspiracy against the Argentines or any other team that clashed against the Germans. Dammit. And talk about It's Time to Make Friends, Say No To Racism. The home crowd certainly played the gracious host by whistling and boo-ing when goalkeeper Abbondanzieri was stretchered off the pitch. Give the man a break la, seriously.
On a completely unrelated note altogether (okay, maybe not completely), whenever I read her blog, I can't help but feel that she's so ngada-ngada and sometimes she gets all uppity, she needs to be bitch-slapped down back to earth. I know sometimes I can be a bit ngada-ngada, if not very. and surely there has been a few occasion where some of you may also feel like slapping me. But I'm telling you, this is ngada-ngada on a whole different level. In any case, I'm not saying names so I could well be talking about you. If you want to have a bite of the chilli, be my guest.
Okay, I am very in the kahwin-kahwin mode now.
No, it's not that I want to get married. Saya belum rasa gatal lagi hur hur hur. What I meant was that I feel like eating more nasi minyak from wedding receptions. Sedaaaaap lah. Nak tahu kenapa sedap? Makan free, mestilah sedap. hur hur. klakarnya saya ni. Plus, I just got back from a wedding reception in the far east. It didn't matter that I caught only a brief glimpse of the gorgeous raja & permaisuri sehari. The food was good and the entertainment, mmm mmmmm. Need I say more?
My thoughts are kinda choppy, eh? okay bye. saya nak makan nasi minyak yang diberi oleh mak pengantin.
Kwinella @ 5:04 PM!
