the randoms

2007-02-17T14:58:00.000+08:00

hey. I've put up the link to my el-jay. I don't know how to explain how it's supposed to make things easier for all my readers, but yea. The existence of this blog and the link to my el-jay is supposed to help make everyone's lives easier.

Life has been peachy. I've had my fair share of tremendous high highs and extremely low lows. But since I'm still alive and kicking, what the hey. I feel so retarded, posting on both blogger and el-jay. Then again, whatever rocks my boat man.

And then there's the issue of contemplating between planning and not planning, which until now is continously sucking the life out of me because I will never figure out if I should stop planning altogether since whatever I have planned out will never materialise either because of some shithead or just out of pure rotten luck. That was one superlong complex sentence, riddled with grammatical errors I'm sure.

what's the matter with me?

2006-11-06T23:59:00.000+08:00

I miss this place oh so badly.

Nothing's stopping me from coming back. It's just that everything has a significance in itself. Like how moving elsewhere means starting anew for me. But see how this blog strongly reflects my character and personality? I simply love holding on to the past. It makes me feel nice inside, I guess.

Just let me hang on to that for a while more.

balik kampung

2006-10-09T17:34:00.001+08:00

I've moved.

I hate blogger. I hate it.

2006-10-09T17:34:00.000+08:00

I've moved.

click

Don't worry, I won't close this one down because some of the entries are far too hilarious to be erased forever. Yes, I'm shameless like that. But if you're bored and really have nothing else to do, have fun reading all my past entries. Some are boring, you can skip those. Majority of my entries are angry, you can skip those too if you want to. I'm pretty sure you'll have your stomach tied in knots when you read the funny ones. heehhh. Have fun.

See you around.

I hate blogger. I hate it.

Smelly no more

2006-10-08T15:45:00.000+08:00

The PSI level is almost back to normal i.e. at a level which my mum will think it's quite safe to go out. She kicked quite a fuss last night by calling us every few minutes to check on our location. For all you know, we were safe in the train where exposure to haze and other harmful dust particles is quite minimal.

But anyway, Alhamdulillah.

Now I have a splitting headache, one that is not caused by the ridiculously bad haze last night but because the responsibility of preparing today's iftaar has been rested entirely on my fragile shoulders.

Now, roti kirai or pasta?

God help me.

ohhh look, it's another update

2006-10-06T20:12:00.000+08:00

Okay, remember the time I said in an entry that I love the smell of haze? I take it back because the smell has gone from intoxicating to several notches up, and it makes me cringe all the time when I'm outside. Not that I am not retarded enough but I look even more retarded when I cringe. It's so smelly ho-kay. Where is rain when we need it the most? Dear God, please have mercy on us, on our noses, throats and lungs. Please let it rain.

I was so tired when I got back from school today, I decided to just wear myself out completely. Because I know I will doze off till God knows when if I lay down on my bed, as soon as I put down my bagpack, I took my wallet and I was off to the supermarket to get the condiments for iftaar. And let's just say that I am now absolutely knackered.

You people should also know that I bake some mean pizza. I baked one for Nas who's at home nursing his leg and one for my family. He text-messaged me saying that it was nice. I dismissed it thinking he was just out to make me feel happy. But as soon as I sank my teeth into a rather huge slice, I was convinced that I should cook for a living. hur hur. It was *that* good.

Anyway, I've made a mental note about a trip to joo chiat complex tomorrow as I need to check something out at muzika records. But given how muflis I am now after all the grocery shopping this week alone and the cab fare to causeway point and back, I'm going to have to give it a second thought.

On to school (yet again). I was very worried when I saw the response from one of my classes, upon receiving practice papers for their Paper 2. Needless to say, it was utterly disappointing. I remember how uplifting it felt whenever our teachers gave out past year papers or other schools' exam papers for us to practice. We weren't geeks to say the least. I guess we were just motivated and we sort of just embraced whatever material the teachers had for us, with open arms. And I was just wondering... are students of my generation worlds apart from the students that I now teach?

You know what I'm most baffled by?

The fact that my students whine a lot more than I do. Even stranger is how most of those who whine are boys, The horror. If there is one thing that puts me off the most, it has to be whiny boys.

Secret Admirer

2006-10-06T10:39:00.000+08:00

After invigillation earlier on, I went back straight to the staff room. As if the pounding headache wasn't bad enough, our dear Goh had something for me which only further aggravated the agony.

I would understand the students' woes if I had set the paper for a bunch of primary school students using the standard of English at secondary level. Goh told me that during the course of the examination, a couple of students had asked him what 'possible reasons' and 'accomodation' meant.

Having students not knowing what possible reasons and accomodation meant, at this level can only mean two things - one, their teachers have not taught them well or two, they really do not know and that's just sad.

Had I been their teacher, I would personally wring their necks. It's a good thing that I'm not their teacher and that I am fasting.

And here's another killer.

student: cher, admirer means old man is it?
goh: *obviously stumped by the student's inept ability to figure out what that means at his age* I don't know. I'm not going to tell you anything.

Sabar je lah.

Freedom

2006-10-05T20:10:00.000+08:00

Before I start to rattle on mindlessly, I'll have the world know that I have a very swollen index finger and the pain is agonising especially when I bend my fingers to shampoo my hair.

Anyway.

I had a blast in school this morning, with JT's class during p.e. Running up and down the court certainly brings me back to yesteryears. That familiar reminder of running into space was constantly playing in my head like a tape recorder on repeat mode. If I could only capture ONE netball training and relive it over and over. I'm sure some of the girls miss Amanda's extremely loud voice. hur hur. Wouldn't miss it for the world. It would be nice to go through something familiar every once in a while because I'm nostalgic like that.

In any case, tomorrow will be my last day of school, and probably the last of my teaching stint, for now. It wouldn't be fair to say that after approximately 3 months, I haven't had any sense of belonging to the school at all. I've had my fair share of uphill and downhill moments, though I must say I could really do without putting in titular effort just to make one particular class realise how rowdy they are. Very exhausting. That's probably the reason why I may not consider going back into teaching at all.

Despite the many little devils I've met along the way, I dare say that somehow, I've become a better person. Sesungguhnya, acap kali iman aku telah diduga. I've also learnt what it means to be left fending for myself. Knowing me, I depend a great deal on my dad. All that, thanks to the little ones. 'twas my pleasure, filling in for your English teacher. All the best in your future undertaking and please study smart.

And how can I forget all the special people in a little corner of the staff room. We've made ourselves quite at home, eh? This bunch has definitely made my days in school a little less banal. Many thanks also to Christina and Joseph for Fridays' Blockers. And to my wonderful co-teacher who insists that he's not ancient, muchos gracias. We'll be in touch. I would also like to apologise to anyone who bore witness to the mini volcanic-eruption that took place some time last week. I know it was very unsightly, unbecoming and definitely un-charming.

So, what's next? That much awaited for driving license and SCHOOL! I pray that this time around, I'll get a less bitchy tester and one who doesn't decide to excavate his nostrils while I drive. It was pretty disgusting okay. And as for school, I just cannot wait. The prospect of sitting in a lecture once again with a pen in my hand (yes, I'm obsessed with pens) is vair exciting. I'd give anything to be a student all my life.

Okay, I'm excited more excited about school than I am about the upcoming raya, which is strange. Case in point, at this juncture, I've yet to get cloth to be tailored and it's all my dad's fault! He had a Dubai and didn't tell me. pffftttt.

I know that this entry is rather choppy but I just can't contain my excitement (just count the number of times I've used the word in this entry alone).

errrr. I know that NUS is a very prestigious institute of higher learning but the media has got to stop oversensationalising it. Everytime it's NUS on the the list yada yada yada. We've got it, okay. It's one of the best. Don't overdo it. Stop it okay. Menyampah, understand?

And why is it that only Mustafa Centre sells Tim Tam? Much to my dismay, Market Place has everything of Arnott's product range but Tim Tam. How can something as cool as Market Place not have Tim Tam, only the coolest thing ever? Not cool, okay. Okay, I've seriously got to stop this verbal diarrhoea.

Ooohhh I just saw the Korean player from Reading on star sports - recap of the week's goals, I assume. And what a cracker it was. I hope that Liverpool starts to perform and be consistent if they're still vying for that one title they haven't claimed for ages.

Okay, once again I reiterate that I cannot wait for school. I don't care about raya. I just cannot wait for school to start. I cannot wait for Izzah to come back. I AM GOING BACK TO SCHOOL!!! yabadabaadoooo.

Okay there IS one thing I'm also looking forward to.

Berlalulah sudah Ramadhan, sebulan berpuasa
tiba syawal kita rayakan, dengan rasa gembira.

Just that. Tak ada baju raya tak apa.

Okay, stop. Now.

And another one turns 20

2006-10-04T06:49:00.000+08:00

Happy 20th Dhalif! Whether you like it or not, you're now as old as me. We're all 20. 2-0. DUA PULUH. (:

During sahur earlier on:

baba: irah menang apa ni? (referring to an envelope on the dining table)
irah: class irah memang rocket launch competition.
baba: dapat apa?
irah: movie tickets
me: mana ticketnye?
irah: irah dapat envelope je.

HAHAHAHAHA. Her classmates were kind enough to let her keep the envelope as a consolation for cheering the loudest. How thoughtful. hur hur.

Iftaar later with the old gang. Jangan tak menjadi sudah, macam raya tahun lepas. bubble. pfffttttt.

Another one turns 20

2006-10-01T00:06:00.000+08:00

HAPPY 20TH, IZZAH JASNI! Here's wishing you a life filled with happiness. May you be in the pink of heath always. Ameen. And let's not forget, Happy Children's day as well. hur hur hur.

There shall not be updates. I had a rotten week.

It's not fair when others doubt your capability even though you've worked and tried so hard to make things work. It's not fair when someone accuses you of being racist. She could have been arrested for saying that. It's not fair that I bumped into a friggin' cubicle in the staff room, chipped a nail, grazed my skin and bled. It's not fair that Liverpool lost, again.

It's just not fair.

i lovED him

2006-09-28T17:02:00.002+08:00

Newsflash. Your day just cannot get any worse than this.

First you vomitted in the morning but carried on fasting simply because "do not want to waste" the fast. And then you come home only to realise that your bloody (pun intended) best friend has decided to pay you a rather early visit. The timing couldn't be better. geewhiz.

After settling down, you decide to catch up on all the news on the net that you've beeing missing out on. You come across a page, belonging to a former boyfriend. You read on with a concentration so immense. You're interested in knowing what he has been up to these days and how's life treating him so far. You know, just to see if your life's at least a little better than others'. Happily, you read on. And BHAM! There you have it. You feel like everything you're worth just plummeted down to levels so low a magnitude, you're really nothing better than the bacteria that feeds on the scum that grows on the fungi (if that actually made any sense at all).

You broke up more than a year ago with a person whom you felt wasn't the one you wanted to be with. After 3 years. To break up with a person after 3 years was a tough thing to do but you had to do what you had to do. But that was it. You didn't want to be with him because you didn't want to be with him or anyone for that matter. It wasn't as if you left him because you hated him. Even after the break-up, there wasn't any remorse or hatred. Not one tiny bit. At least not on your part.

And there it was, that sentence "I hated the three years I was with her".

Despite being the one who initiated the break-up, there hasn't been a single day of your waking life that you tell yourself you've wasted 3 friggin' years of your life and that you hated every single moment you were with him. Not even a minute. You spent almost 36 months of your lives together and he just told the world he hated those 3 years.

You wonder if all those boyfriend-girlfriend things ever said meant anything to him.

Sure, it's not like you lost a great deal. Just a teeny weeny bit of your heart.

So really, you are now thinking if this is worth moping about.

Ask that God sheds his Grace on you and shows you a brighter path for there can never be a better month than this to ask.

You tell yourself you'll be fine and you know that this shouldn't matter at all.

freakzoid

2006-09-27T22:08:00.000+08:00

For the first time, I felt like my anak tekak was going to come right out of my mouth today. For the first time, I was so sure that my iman was being tested. For the first time today, I made dessert after iftaar and it was amazingly good. In fact, it was sinfully good. How can chocolate, bananas, apple and marshmallow not be good?

For the first time also, I shall let the whole world into a little secret of mine.

I am fascinated by the smell of haze. I find it invigorating and intoxicating all the same. I am well aware that breathing in too much of it can probably cause a lot more harm than good (duh, ain) but... I just like how it smells, okay.

Oh well. quirky me.

In case you're mildly freaked out about the whole haze issue, here's a real shocker. Then again, I'm almost always deaf, so it's probably not so shocking. hur hur hur. *warning: explicit content ahead*

The following conversation took place during the 1st sahur: (adapted from nana's blog)

mother: Kasi Irah minum air milo bagus!
me: Minum milo anda jadi sihat dan kuat! (the jingle, remember?)
mother: sihat dan kuat~ ! (background singer)
father: Irah selalu pengsan-pengsan. kasi die minum TONIC cap gajah ah~
me: Huh? K***K cap gajah?

And there I was, thinking why in the blazes would my dad want my sister to drink something called ***** cap gajah.

As you might have already noticed, this entry is really pointless.

Well, I'm glad that like me, you found something to amuse yourself with. (:

My Heart

2006-09-24T14:29:00.000+08:00

I cannot even begin to describe how happy I was when I finally got my hands on the song My Heart. I can finally tangkap feeling. hahahaha. I love how the song has a haunting and wailing effect. Amaaaat suka. Now that I've watched the movie and have the soundtrack, the next thing to do would be to buy the vcd and the soundtrack cd. Okay, I know it seems pointless to do that since I have already watched the movie but I just want to and there's no stopping me.

Liverpool won! yaiyaaayyyy

2006-09-24T00:02:00.000+08:00

I was at chijmes with Amanda tonight, watching the match between Liverpool and Tottenham hotspurs. And what a beauty the winner was. That stunning strike was put in by none other than Riise, whose presence on the pitch came to me as a surprise (I thought he's still recovering).

And I was mildly shocked when the bartender didn't think I was Malay. I had a bigger shock when he thought that Amanda and I were sisters. tsk. Am, toldcha it was too dim! hahaha. It was weird when he thought that I watched soccer because I had put in a lot of money. Must have been all the excitement I showed whenever there was a miss or a shot. But still, watch soccer only must bet meh? Nonsense.

Anyway, thanks for tonight girl. See you on Monday.

To Muslims worldwide, Ramadhan Al-Mubarak.

(:

A Liverpool win is not like any other win. It's special because it's a Liverpool win.

my dear water bottle

2006-09-22T22:06:00.000+08:00

I left my red adidas water bottle, the one with supposedly my name on it but somehow my name changed into "air", in the theatre. Not only am I depressed, I'm lost without it. It's a good thing that we're already starting to fast and that means I don't need the water bottle. But still. tsk. haiya. jialat ah.

of pimples and such

2006-09-21T15:30:00.000+08:00

I don't think that time of the month is due anytime soon and therefore, it is unlikely that it's because of pms. Honestly, I haven't got a clue if it's really pms or just stress. I don't even know what I'm so stressed up about. It's not like I have a gazillion exam papers to set.

Or maybe, it's the kids in school. Yea, that's a very likely cause.

Ohhh and I also know of another possible cause of the sudden outbreak of pimples.

Just the thought of having to go on the double in order to complete whatever there is left to prepare them kids for the final year paper. I am not certain if they are in the least bit worried for themselves. I know I am.

So there, it could be that I think far too much and hence the fugly huge pimples. It's hideous, I'm telling you.

hitch

2006-09-18T00:10:00.000+08:00

Everyone seemed so intrigued whenever they hear that I've just hit the big two-0. They're even more excited about me getting married. This reaction is more prominent amongst my relatives, especially my dad's aunts. I don't mind getting married at this age but I'm sorry to disappoint those who eagerly anticipate my wedding with bated breaths, I don't even have a boyfriend. Much less a rich one. In any case, I'm not really interested in having a boyfriend, let alone being bounded in matrimony. For now.

The following conversation between my younger sister and one of my dad's youngest cousins (quite the charmer, this little fella) amused me to no end:

boy: how old is she?
nana: 20
boy: is she going to poly?
nana: she's going to a university.
boy: oh, so she's getting married soon huh?
nana: nooooo.

It's not everyday that you find yourself engaged in a mirthful conversation with your little uncle. Tak padan kecik ni satu.

In other news, my new toy arrives tomorrow. -rubs hands in glee-

And Liverpool's defeat at Stamford Bridge... definitely not as amusing as my little uncle. Kuyt missing golden opportunities, now that's certainly not amusing. Two successive defeats, not funny at all. Wake up, Rafa!

Good luck for that interview, you.

MyHeart will go on.

2006-09-15T22:59:00.000+08:00

I saw the trailer when I was on a holiday in Port Dickson and I immediately knew that I had to watch it. Not only because it was written by Melly Goeslaw but also because of its haunting soundtracks that sort of just grow on me. I wanted to watch it so much because I kinda had an inkling as to what the ending was going to be like. Furthermore, I get a kick out of knowing that I was right about the ending. hur hur hur. No-lifer... go figure.

If you're like me and are more comfortable with a movie that has tragedy in its thematic elements, with a tragic ending to boot, you're in for a treat! It may not be as tragic if you look at the plot from the other character's viewpoint.

A word of caution, though. If you're a tissue basah like I am, do yourself a favour by bringing adequate tissue packs. (:

On a more serious note, people out there who know naught about my family, I suggest you shut your gap. It speaks very little of you when you make assumptions, and very false ones at that. I'm just going to leave it at that because as an adult, you should know better.

But anyway, go watch Heart all right? (:

i am so blah

2006-09-13T22:52:00.000+08:00

I would have finished watching season 6 of friends right at 9. But you see, I had to start playing the disc all over again and find the chapter of where I last stopped. All because the disc is badly scratched. I don't know if it's just me being damn ngada-ngada nak mampos or what, but I don't understand how people watch dvd and have scratches, handprints and whatever stains you can possibly think of, left on the disc. The worst thing is, it's not even a private property. Hey, if it's yours, by all means, scratch it, shit on it. But rental discs belong to the shop. It's just as good as borrowing a book from a library or anything from anyone for that matter. You don't borrow someone else's belonging and leave curry stains on it, good grief.

So my point is, I could, would and should have finished season 6 at 9.

Okay, you know what?

Since I'm at it, I might as well let everything out. But first, if you find that I have a blood of a bitch and that nothing can please me, there's always the x on the top right hand corner. This is my blog and I'm only exercising my prerogative.

There's nothing in this world that I find more annoying than people who always have to get on other people's last nerve. It's preposterous how some expect others to always be on stand by, hoping that by some miraculous chance, others would have the luxury of time and would be willing to cater to their every whim and fancy. Ohh but when others just need to ask a question that would probably take what, 10 seconds of their oh-so-precious life, they come up with a thousand and one excuses (I couldn't help but exaggerate the magnitude of the situation).

Why are some people like that?

Or is this just an excuse for me to grind my pitchfork, yet again? Am I that impossible to please? But I'm thankful nonetheless, for avenues like blogger and such, for it provides me a medium to channel and vent all my frustration. That includes my resentment for some of the human habits that to me are rather disconcerting. Like for instance, Singaporean women's disability in pee-ing quite accurately without making a mess. Okay at this point, the entry becomes completely pointless.

Anyhow, I don't know what I'd do without blogger. My temper, my anal-retentiveness and the raging, dire urge to slap whoever I find annoying may probably be exacerbated if I haven't found blogger.

Blogger, my hero.

Okay, I should publish this post already.

bagai menyiram air ke daun keladi

2006-09-12T23:19:00.000+08:00

There is no doubt that some of my students are beginning to hate me. It was the first time that I made them stay behind after the bell had rung.

It's just frustrating when you know you've put in so much effort in preparing lesson and yet at the end of the day, everything just turns out to be but a big failure. Everything and everyone just seems to get in your way. I wonder if students ever do think about why most teachers lecture or reprimand them endlessly.

Up till this point, I don't know what is going to take them to practice self-control and sit still during my lesson. I have never understood why is that some people have the dire and ceaseless need to blabber on and on in class. Tak penat ke? Are the days of students paying attention in class and showing teachers a little bit of respect long gone? Or has that been a mere construct all along?

I never meant to be harsh to any of them.

you sold your soul to the devil

2006-09-10T23:57:00.000+08:00

For the benefit of those who're still contemplating about devil wears prada, here are some reasons as to why you should watch it:

It's not like any other chick flicks;
you'll love Nigel;
ladies, you'll fall in love with all the manolo blahniks;
we're talking about meryl streep and anne hathaway - what's not to like?

So go watch.

Another highly anticipated movie (I know I am anticipating it) is a typical tragic love indonesian flick. I am guessing that's the exact ingredient in a movie that compels me to watch it. Anything sappy or tragic, and I'm in. Come on, it's written by Melly Goeslaw. She captures tragedy in a way so riveting, it's beyond any scale of imagination. I can't wait!

bummed out

2006-09-10T01:00:00.000+08:00

They friggin' lost. Arghhhh. I cannot believe this. What were they doing on the pitch. Oh God.

Wait. I don't think they were doing anything. %#@$&*%$%!!!%^$^%

Wake up. The club didn't go shopping in summer for nothing. Start playing like you deserve to be in the club, man.

In other news...

I hate people who go back on their words. If one cannot keep a promise, then one shouldn't make promises. If one is aware that he/she is lousy at honouring his/her words and yet insists on making promises, one should just... stop living. gaaaaah. If you say you're gonna call, you jolly well call dammit.

Am I perpetually pms-y?

But in any case, I am not disregarding the fact that I had a blast with the neighbour. Thank you so much.

But I'm still mad that Liverpool lost and some other reasons unbeknownst even to me.

bummed out

2006-09-10T00:59:00.000+08:00

here we go, AGAIN

2006-09-09T01:01:00.001+08:00

here we go, AGAIN

2006-09-09T01:01:00.000+08:00

And we're back on the topic of toilet etiquette.

I've had it till *here* with women who are possibly or/and completely bereft of sense of direction and hence the lack of capability to pee properly without leaving traces everywhere.

If you are one anal-retentive woman like some of us are, the least you can do is cover the seat with toilet paper or *drumroll* toilet seat cover to prevent bacteria and germs from multiplying on/in your vital areas. Yes, there is such a thing called toilet seat cover for those not in the know. Never, and I have been reiterating, NEVER squat on the seat. You want to squat? Use cubicles which are meant for squatting.

If you happen to leave traces of your excretion on the toilet seat, please, please wipe it off with the toilet paper provided. You know, you can always clean and sanitise your hands with water and soap after that. You do know that you have to that anyway, yes?

If you're having that time of the month and you really have to change in public toilets, for the sake of all mankind, dispose it discreetly and properly. We really do not appreciate soiled napkins left out in the open, on the lid of the bin, thank you very much. Some of you may cringe and gag at this juncture but some of us are really that witless and inconsiderate.

Last but definitely not the very least, for the love of life, please flush.

Thank you very much.

he loves me, he loves me not

2006-09-08T02:38:00.000+08:00

I was listening to class 95 on our way home from dinner and they were talking about love.

The question that apparently people these days find baffling is, "what if one day your partner comes up to you and say, I love you but I'm not in love with you? what would you do?"

Now, will someone please tell me what in the blazes is the damn difference between loving a person and being in love with a person?

welcome back!

2006-09-08T00:56:00.000+08:00

I'm home and it feels damn good.

For the uninitiated, I was away in Negri Sembilan Darul Khusus busy gorging myself with food. I cannot say that I had a ball there nor am I going to lie through my teeth about the food. The truth is, I can cook better. Betul, bukannya aku nak ngada-ngada or what. ohhhh ohhh but I can say that I had the best teh tarik, ever! The best teh tarik, according to me, can be found in Tiara Beach Resort. hur hur hur.

The weather, Alhamdulillah, was kind to us, although some of us here may beg to differ. *snigger*

We were on the train homeward bound this evening and throughout the journey, I couldn't help but laugh each time the person who announced the arrival of the train at every station translates the announcement in English. No doubt that my English is sometimes very koyak despite the very fact that I teach the language, but his mispronounciation of "alight" and "done" tickled me to the core of my soul. Even my dad laughed, okay. I wasn't the only mean one.

Anyway.

I hate how I was disgruntled whenever I found anything that didn't quite meet my expectation. I hate how I sounded like a spoilt brat whenever I grumbled about the bland pasta and biryani. It could be that I expect some standards to be met or that I have always been partial towards my homeland. Either way, it's unbecoming. But you know, if you call yourself a resort or a hotel, there are bound to be expectations. Otherwise, it's a different story altogether.

But nevermind. I guess I could learn to shut up and be rid of any expectation the next time I go on a trip, which would be in the very distant future. Now that I'm back and done with setting of paper 1, yaaaay. To people who are expecting souvenirs, I hate to break your heart but I am afraid we didn't do any shopping. It was that laidback of a holiday.

Back to school tomorrow.

my 20th

2006-09-04T06:29:00.000+08:00

I had 2 birthday cakes and the cherry on the icing was watching Crouch bagged in some goals for England and Gerrard's unstoppable drive. ohhh ohh ohhhh and did you see how he skipped past the defender? I've never seen him done anything like that. Needless to say, I was dazzled. And of course, need I mention the 2 beauties by Defoe?

Then again kan, it's Andorra. In good faith, I think even our Lions could have beaten them. (:

Okay it's 6.32 in the a.m. My mind cannot function properly (hey, what's new). I think I shall end this with a mighty huge thanks to all those who wished me well and to those who did not, it's okay, I forgive you.

hur hur hur.

Just make sure you give me two gifts next year. You know, to make up for this year. hur hur hur hur.

celebrate good times, c'mon!

2006-09-02T14:34:00.000+08:00

Happy birthday to me and also to one of the most charming men in showbiz, Keanu Reeves. (:

my supersweet pre-20

2006-09-01T21:45:00.000+08:00

I know my birthday's not till tomorrow, but I went out for a mini celebration anyway. It wasn't much of a celebration to begin with. It was pretty much just a day to accompany someone buy perfume for her beloved and also to have a hearty meal while watching the day go by.

But I must say I had the loveliest time, ever. Free Red samples, a free DKNY sling bang, chocolates and a stalk of rose, what more can I ask for. (:

I'm a very happy girl.

I like how today's simplicity made today a beautiful day.

And for the last time, I was out with a girl. Not a boy. Let's recall. I don't have a boyfriend, remember? (:

I would also like to thank 1E1 for the party and the rest of my students for the cards and whathaveyous. You people made my first (and most probably my last) Teachers' Day a memorable one.

So anyway, in case some of you are cracking your heads open over what to get me for my birthday (I'm shameless like that), here are a few suggestions:

an adidas sling bag
a SMALL Liverpool jersey
long-sleeved tops (uk size 10) a lot of you think I'm ultra-skinny. the fact is, I'm not.
vouchers from borders
janet seidel's cd
white roses or lilies
moonflower body mist
Lancome's Tresor
steven gerrard. HAHAHAHAHAHA.

This list is just a guideline. (:

Okay, I shall go enjoy the remnant of my being a nineteen-year-old.

note to self: have a fabulous super sweet 20. may you be blessed with health and happiness. ameen.

wooohoooo

2006-09-01T00:01:00.000+08:00

Okay, for the benefit of our miss dee, gramophone outlets are the following:

INTERNATIONAL PLAZA
SCOTTS
CAPITOL
PARAGON
NGEE ANN CITY (I think)
CENTREPOINT
PARKWAY PARADE
OUB CENTRE, RAFFLES PLACE.

If you're looking to rent, video ezy should be available in heartland malls or any other rental shops. (:

Once you've gotten hold of the movie, eat your heart out.

Okay, we're gonna go play with our new toy now. jetjetjettt.

Ohh. Happy Teachers' Day and have a fabulous one-week break to whoever is on a one-week break. I know I am on a one-week break. hur hur hur.

jaded

2006-08-30T21:12:00.000+08:00

I never thought I would falter. I'll do this one thing for myself and feel damn good afterwards, insya' Allah.

I don't need students like that bringing me down all the time.

If all goes as planned, I'll take a step back and bid it adieu.

I'm not even 20 and already I'm so miserable. My pre-20 hasn't been looking bright at all. But that's probably because it was so gloomy in the afternoon and chilly now, and I like it like that. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm still miserable. Trust me, not a single episode of FRIENDS can bring about a pivotal turn to my mood after what happened earlier today.

But I'm still going to continue watching it anyway. So I'm off.

I'm a cold-blooded bitch

2006-08-28T00:46:00.000+08:00

I don't mean to be stand-offish and all, but someone from somewhere out there just dropped me a message saying that she too is a huge fan of you-know-who.

Firstly, there is no too.

Secondly, I'm the BIGGEST fan, ever. I don't care if the world doesn't think so.

No one knows how huge of a fan I am. No one except my sisters, Amanda and my neighbour. I don't want to share the status of being a huge fan with anyone else. I just don't want to, so don't make me. I'm sorry, but it's a dog-eat-dog world out there. Please pick someone else before I bite your fat/puny (pick one) ass off.

Goodness, I'm a selfish little bitch.

good old times

2006-08-27T20:01:00.000+08:00

A simple dinner with the family at breeks + shoe-shopping with neighbour + early morning soccer + a really heavy lunch at al-azhar = my life's pretty good. I have no idea how to put things into perspective at this juncture in life. So I guess summarising everything is the most effective way, for now. And right now, I just know that I love my parents more than ever.

Well anyway, I read a friend's blog and she said she couldn't wait for the sun.

Is it okay if I like rainy days and gloomy days better, or would people think that I'm way too depressed a person?

Amanda, I've to be somewhere that day and I'll be going away on Sunday night. I will only be back on the 7th. Mind meeting me on Thursday instead? I'm so sorry, you.

a penny for my thought

2006-08-21T20:22:00.000+08:00

If I get a penny for everytime I think, I'd be rich by now. Well, everyone would be. But that's besides the point. Well actually, I don't know what the point is. I figured that I would have something quite important to be said here but now that I'm already here, I have no idea what I was going to say.

Ahhh. Okay I think i finally got it.

You know how they say you can't please everyone? Of course that stands true. But I've also always been a firm believer that you can't please everyone, not all at the same time, which is to say, you can certainly please a few people but in the course of doing so, others will surely not be pleased. Ohhh you get the drift.

I found it exceptionally hard to please anyone today. Whatever it is that you do, say, eat or wear, you will always be under the scrutiny of society. I've never been the one to give a rat's arse what the society's impression of me is like but today just had me till *here*. It's bad enough that I had people - who have no business whatsoever to take interest in my choice of wardrobe- going, "is it hari raya/ racial harmony day today?", someone had to rub it in and say that I look like makcik-makcik. Why? Just because I decided to put on a baju kurung to work. -_-

What, don't tell me baju kurung can only be worn on special occasions?

I think if people are less interested in what I wear to work, the place would be a much more conducive learning environment. I mean if you don't like it, just keep it to yourself lah. I'm not taking it personally (although I think it pretty much seems that way) but you know, at least I bothered putting something on.

hai. pakai skirt pendek salah, pakai jeans hipster salah, pakai baju kurung pun salah. Kalau tak pakai apa-apa, macam mana agaknya eh? hur hur hur hur.

plain thosai 2

2006-08-19T23:52:00.000+08:00

Since I missed the live telecast of the match because of the alumni dinner this evening, I was looking forward to the repeat telecast early tomorrow. But when I got back, I quickly checked soccernet for the results and to my disappointment, the Reds only managed a draw. hai. how caaaaaan. tsk. I hate how the media is oversensationalising the merseysiders and I am somewhat frustrated with all of that. The more they're overhyped, the more I doubt they can challenge chelsea for the premiership title.

Okay football aside, let me give you the low-down on my super kick-ass day.

I met the girls and Razali at harbourfront and then we had to wait for Shaf and friend. Tunggu dia sampai, langit sampai mendung laaa. The rain sorta played a little game of peek-a-boo with us and so did the sun. Too bad for As and Am, I don't think they got the tan they wanted. hur hurrr. Better luck next time y'all. So anyway, we had a blast playing monkey and ultimate frisbee, though I must say that Shaq knocked me down pretty good that one time. I stayed down for a bit not because I was in pain but because I couldn't stop laughing. Apaaa je ain.

The journey home was maddening. I was psychologically frustrated and physically exhausted. The bus queue was friggin' long and I was growing impatient because I had a sinking feeling that I was going to be late for the alumni dinner. But I got home anyway and managed to reach school in time, all thanks to the taxi driver who was kind enough to wait for me while I was rushing like mad to get ready.

The dinner was pretty okay and the food, well let's just say some of us made a trip down to al-azhar for supper after the dinner in school. hehhh. I'm not complaining though, because I've won myself a lucky draw prize and a pretty awesome one at that. hur hur hurrr. Behold, a silent Panasonic hair styler. cool habis. Okayyy chettt. I've been fooled. It's only the box. Inside the box, is a... vase. nyehh. I feel so cheated. Just when I thought I could have more manageable, volumised hair. pfffttttt. But nevermind. It's not like I need that damned thing.

Anyway.

Amanda (chua) asked what I've been doing so far, and after she's heard from me, she pointed to arz who was sitting next to me during supper. So any person in their conscious, right mind would probably say, "ohh, I'm schooling at XXXX" or "I'm currently working at XXXX". But noooo, this friend of ours replied with a nonchalant "plain thosai 2", as though that was what Amanda had asked. tsk. My friend lehh. So good-looking and yet so, ummmm... selenge.

knn

2006-08-17T22:26:00.000+08:00

dah kenapa dengan korang ni? dah buang tebiat, nak mampos agaknya eh? vote untuk si monyet tu, abih mathilda dah tersingkir. korang semua buta ke pekak ke memang tak ada kepala otak? otak letak kat pantat agaknya. korang buta ke, tak boleh nampak yang si monyet tu hanya boleh terkinja-kinja macam monyet sebab dia dah memang sah monyet. dan korang budek sangat ke, sampai tak boleh bezakan yang mana boleh nyanyi, dan yang mana memang patut ditendang keluar dari dulu lagi.

aku sakit hati tengok orang yang boleh nyanyi tersingkir dari SI. korang dah hancurkan impian aku untuk melihat pertandingan akhir di antara hady, mathilda dan jonathan. semua dah punaaaaaah, tahu tak? ni semua kerana budak-budak hingusan yang sms membabi-buta sebab mereka semua fikir si monyet tu cute. tak cute la seh. memang sah lah yang korang semua buta. macam siak, faham?

lain kali vote betul-betul la bahalols. jangan menjatuhkan martabat Singapura yang memang dah tak semana pun.

the one with no point at all

2006-08-17T21:41:00.000+08:00

Today was a... I have no idea how to go about describing it. I don't know if I should be happy that the passing rate for the English paper was better than what I had expected, or if I should pull all my hair out in frustration because nobody managed to surpass 23. I don't know if they're really that weak in language, or if I've failed as an educator. As much as I'd rather think the former, I can't run away from the fact that I'm their teacher and it is my responsibility to help them master both spoken and written language. baaaah. I feel lousy.

As you can see, I'm not exactly at my highest point and thus the lack of self-worth.

Anyway, I urge my Muslim friends to click here. Actually, non-Muslims can also click lah. But it's mostly in Malay and unless you understand bahasa melayu, your visit will only be in vain. (:

Okay, I am seriously mentally-exhausted.

NoKidding.

2006-08-16T17:56:00.000+08:00

I'm on a roll and there's no stopping me. I cannot the resist the keyboard lah. It has been so long.

We were all having lunch at a fast food outlet somewhere near school and we soon found ourselves laughing our big fat asses off. At one juncture of the conversation or laughing fest, more like, some of us realised that we were poking fun at someone's religion and an ethnic group.

I, however, beg to differ.

It didn't seem like we were mocking the religion and the ethnicity in question. That would be referred to as being racist. For certain, I was well-aware that wasn't the case. You see, there is a very fine but distinctive line between mocking a person and mocking a person for what or who she is. Fortunately for most of us, we know where and when to draw the line.

I strongly believe that fellow Singaporeans have come to a point of maturity where we are completely okay with laughing or being laughed at, though there are exceptions.

This is not to say that I condone racist jokes especially those which are just downright mean and inappropriate. Now, what exactly connotates inappropriateness? I have no idea. I mean if racism is unacceptable, then how can racist jokes be appropriate, am I not right?

But I think that we should all for once stop trying so hard to be politically correct. Life's too short to have a cactus plant shoved up our behinds all the time. Indulge in some humour and don't be such a snag (that applies to both guys and girls). We're all born with brains and common sense is a gift, yes? A joke is but a joke. That's it. To be laughed at and really, that's it. If you cannot handle it, common sense would tell you to screw yourself front back, centre, left right, up down. In other words, please la, can you please not be so uptight?

The one on racism and security

2006-08-16T16:54:00.000+08:00

So, have you read the the papers?

At the end of this entry, I am pretty sure I will have readers who think that I am very much in favour of the Muslim community. My stand is yes and no. Yes because I am a Muslim and I will stand up for my fellow Muslims whenever I deem fit, provided that it's for a good and morally sound cause. As for the no... ummm the issue concerns the Muslims and and my being Muslim isn't going to warp my judgements. Rest assured, I am looking at this from a (not completely) neutral perspective.

*They are planning to profile airline passengers. This means that they would search people whom they think are suspects. Now, how would they know if a passenger is suspected to be capable of hijacking a commercial airliner and blowing it up in midair? "... airport bottlenecks could be reduced by careful targeting, with "young Muslim men" a focus. "

Firstly, let me address the part on terrorists because the whole world seems to think that a Muslim is a potential terrorist. This skewed view on Muslims displeases me a great deal. adj : characteristic of someone who employs terrorism (especially as a political weapon); "terrorist activity"; "terrorist state" n : a radical who employs terror as a political weapon; usually organizes with other terrorists in small cells; often uses religion as a cover for terrorist activities. So, does this mean that only Muslims can use religion as a fighting cause? A Christian/Jew/Hindu annihilates thousands of other races (although it is rarely heard of, it could be a possibility, yes?), yet he is not a terrorist? Read up and watch movies. Analyse and compare. I'm sure there are case studies aplenty.

And so why only do passenger profiling only on Asian and especially Muslim passengers? If security is a genuine concern, implement it in such a way that no one gets away unchecked. Are you telling us that it's okay to let a man possibly with fire arm weapon through but an also possibly innocent Asian or Muslim be labelled "travelling while Asian"?

But of course, keeping in mind how extremely important it is to ensure the safety of all passengers, such a measure would be inevitable sooner or later. We can only hope that these screening measures would be carried out in a professional way and not in anyway that would put anyone in an unpleasant disposition.

*If you're interested, you can refer to ST issue 16th Aug; pg 15 -World section. For the full story, click here

nevermind one lah.

2006-08-14T00:44:00.000+08:00

This will be a short one, I promise.

Nevermind that Rahimah will no longer be in Singapore Idol. Nevermind that Joakim is still vying for that title. And nevermind that I insist on posting this up despite feeling extremely sleepy and gorged. Afterall, Liverpool has just added another silverware to their myriad collection of trophies. So, yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.

Crouch nearly got me punching the tv screen for getting in the way of Luis Garcia because that could have found its way to the back of the net. But since he scored the winner, what the hey. And that stunning cracker from Riise, completely mindblowing. ohhh happyhappyjoyjoy.

School tomorrow and that surely is a killjoy. But nevermind that because I have a movie date with hiddy bobiddy. ((:

TONE DEAF

2006-08-13T01:44:00.000+08:00

I know that Rahimah's idol journey has ended. But after watching the encore telecast of the spectaculars, my frustration was further aggravated. How Jasmine and Joakim are still in that competition is unfathomable. That ass of a monkey completely murdered my favourite theme song. I'm not saying that Rahimah's vocals are fantastic but you have got to be kidding me when you still have those 2 in the top 7. Seriously. You need to get either your ears dug or better still, replaced. You can borrow mine since they're almost equivalent to that of a satellite dish. hur hur hur hur. If those cannot help your impaired hearing and thus impaired judgement, I don't know what can.

Please strain your ears so that you can vote properly the next time round.

And you people ahhhh. Just because she's Indian or you think that she doesn't look as good as Jasmine, does not mean you can vote for people who can only prance around, ho-kaaaay. Do you honestly think we can afford to make ourselves the laughing stock of the world? Okay forget the world. Do you think we need our neighbours to mock us and the person we made SG Idol?

Okay, I'll get back to this not-so-spectacular idol phenomenon whenever I feel like it.

Anyway, I still have 3 copies of Movie On the Moon. Anyone interested, please let me know via handphone or msn. Thank you very much. Come on everybody, support local music. (:

SOREloser

2006-08-12T10:54:00.000+08:00

Ahhh so John Terry has been named Captain of the England squad while Gerrard has been made vice-captain. Hmmm. Okay, I shall not complain and whine because he was afterall a candidate for the captaincy. And you know what made my National Day holiday even sweeter? I was at city link's adidas outlet with Amanda. And you know how they have Lampard's face splashed across all the stores... So I was moping around because they didn't have any ad with Gerrard's face on it. I mean, Liverpool's featured too, so where in the blazes is my stevie g?!

I decided to walk out of the store and good heavens, there it was near the entrance. STEVEN GERRARD, in all of his glory. I trust that anyone who knows me well enough should be able to imagine my reaction whenever I see a Steven Gerrard adverstisement, so I shall just skip that part.

I went home that evening and was just lazing on my sister's bed. I was pretty sure I had that sigh-i'm-in-love look plastered all over my face. My mum saw me and the immediacy of her reaction was just beyond me. "Ni mesti tadi jumpa gendak," in all of her serkap-jarangness. I played along and said "a'ah, tadi orang jumpa steven gerrard yang datang jauh dari England." And for a moment, it didn't occur to her that I was kidding.

Okay so anyway, enough of my endless adoration for him.

That same day, Shazrul dropped by so that we could exchange books. This is the same Shazrul who laughed and scoffed at me when told that I was going for a job interview at the library. -_-

In any case, I lent him my A Short History of Nearly Everything, while I got a vair interesting one entitled *The Bastard On the Couch. I say all women out there should get their hands on this book. It doesn't matter if you're 18, single and out of love. It's an excellent read. We females sometimes curse men and complain how irresponsible they are, and how they can never understand us. Now, here's a chance for you to get into their heads and hearts. Take a good look at how things are going from their perspective.

*The book is a compilation of stories edited by Daniel Jones, husband of author of Bitch in the House - Cathi Hanauer.

Ohh ohhhh, face off at Millennium stadium tomorrow between the Reds and the Blues. I love.

the one about national day

2006-08-09T23:09:00.000+08:00

Happy 41st birthday Singapore!

hur hur hur hur. Never thought that I'd be in the festive mood and very the... jiwa patriotik. And if you must know, I teared a bit while watching the parade on tv. Reasons for doing so shall not be disclosed for they are far too sentimental and lest I'd be labelled an emotional basketcase.

Anyway, today saw an early kickstart and an early close too. I was home at 5p.m largely because I was knackered till mad and a teeny weeny part of me wanted to catch the live telecast of the national day parade on tv. Wouldn't have missed it for the world. And how could I when my cousin and a student of mine were performing. (:

But if there's one thing that I love about national parades, it has to be the GOH contingent. And I must say, I was extremely impressed with this year's march-pass. I don't know why okay. But I suspect that it has something to do with men and women in uniform. hur hur. Ohhh like you don't already know.

oh well. That's it for now, I guess. Nothing newsworthy to be shared. Once again, Happy National Day. Have a fabulous holiday tomorrow for those who're not working. I know I'll be basking in a happy lazy Thursday with a book and ummm prolly the rest of friends season 1.

okay this is going to be very tak semena-mena but, I can't friggin' wait to start school. I have slightly more than 2 months.

ohhh ohhhh did you guys catch Hady and Mathilda's performance?? I loveeeeeee. Especially since You've Got A Friend is a personal favourite. hehhhh. okay i cannot stop menceceh-ing.

The one about sex-ed

2006-08-07T21:46:00.000+08:00

Okay, a brief recap of my weekend before I go on about what I really want to blab about.

I had a fairly interesting saturday with my neighbour and the rest of her family (yes, she's my neighbour and not my twin sister. everyone please get that one right). All of us including the hundreds of cars that were neatly parked at that open field were waiting with much anticipation for the display by the Italians. It was quite a spectacle because I've never seen anything like that on homeground (yes neighbour, believe it or not). And may I also add that I was very amazed at how organised Singaporeans are. The minute I stood up to get a better view of the fireworks display, I was in awe. Not at the massive turnout of the crowd but rather at how unbelievably systematic we all are. If one thing's for certain, I know that in my heart, I said to myself orrrrghhhh, look at that. I love how everything looks; so neat. As if everyone's been automated to be like that. Like what Monica may say, I think I had a tiny orgasm. hehhh.

Okay enough of my marvelling at such precise order. In any case, I find the display extremely beautiful. Especially the curly fries. hurhurhurrr.

Anyway.

I had initially planned to bring one of my classes to the library to borrow a book and get a book review done but it suddenly dawned on me (thank God!) that CA is approaching and I haven't got much time to do any salvation. So I decided to cancel the library visit and just stay in class to do a review on a newspaper article. I assigned them homework which requires a little bit of reflective thinking and then went on to discuss another article. Now, this article discusses teen sex and pre-marital sex.

I don't really care if I'm going to get into trouble for this entry

The moment I mentioned the subject of discussion, the whole class erupted with a roar of unsettling excitement. One group of rowdy boys even thought I was going to teach them how to do it. I can understand the excitement but for the love of life, it's just a class discussion. Get a grip (excuse the pun). There's a fine line between joking with your teacher and being plain rude. And when you tell your teacher to demonstrate with another student, you're way overboard. Sometimes I don't know if I should tell myself that these students are only 13 and they don't know a thing, or if they're really stupid and uncivilised. I don't know if I should reach out to them and enlighten, which would be the morally sound thing to do, or if I should just let them be, which would let me live a lot longer.

Come on. All I wanted to ask was, do you think safe sex alone is effective? Do you think educating the masses on abstinence alone is effective? Afterall, it takes two to clap. Seriously, that was it. And I think some of them went home still thinking that condoms is the solution and that abortion is all right. -slaps forehead-

Ya Raab. What did I get myself into?

I pray that they will grow up to be morally upright men and women who know that condoms is not the solution and that even though abortion is made accessible and legal, it does not mean that it's all right. Careful deliberation must be made and there are complications that follow. Do they think they are mature enough to come to a decision? Do they think they can shoulder a huge responsibility as such? I hope they are all asking themselves these questions at home, right now. I hope lah.

But I don't think I want to force it upon them. I don't want them to think that it has to be that way just because most of us say it has to be that way. How am I supposed to make them think for themselves and what's best for them? I understand that's going to need a little bit of the skill to think analytically and the ability to reflect. And I haven't exactly touched on that facet of understanding.

I didn't know teaching is so demanding.

Can I go pull out all my hair now?

NUS freshie!!! How was your first day as an undergrad??? (:

Singapore Dols

2006-08-04T20:02:00.000+08:00

What is known to be a local singing competition turned out to be a HUGE joke. I mean, seriously. A terrible rendition of spice girls and she's still in? Let's not forget the fact that the choice of song was horrid and watching her perform was like having a cactus plant shoved up my arse. And she's still in, notwithstanding all that. tsk tsk tsk. What were you Singaporeans thinking? Just what are the performing monkey and pretty-girl-but-cannot-friggin-sing jasmine doing in this competition? Do you seriously think this is a teens search show? Ohhhhh come on, people.

It was as good as watching drunk people sing at ktv lounges.

I have an incredible urge to get into the gogglebox with a pair of scissors in my hand and just snip off twohill's annoying ummmm windswept hair? Not cool okay. It irks me to the core of my soul just like how I get all irritated when someone used my stationery without permission. cb. It's damn annoying laaaaaaa so just please do something about it.

God. pms is a bitch. It gets worse after that.

hear me toby

2006-08-03T23:21:00.000+08:00

Zool, you ought to thank me for this.

Here's a little something about hearmetoby. A local band consisting of 3 cowoks and 1 cewek. Their indierock cum punkrock tunes would be enough to send your heart throbbing with extreme excitement. Well, don't take my word for it. Their Movie On the Moon ep is out and they're going for $5/pc. Interested parties... well in this case, my friends who read this blog, you can reach me on my mobile or email me at suhhpaawooman@gmail.com if you think you're game enough.

I make a bad marketing executive. I don't think I was persuasive enough. bleh. ohhh but who cares.

Anyway, did you know that I watched the lake house by myself? The entire N row was empty. All but one, and that one seat was occupied by me. I think watching movies alone is very satisfying despite the likelihood of me bearing the social tag "creepy loner at sappy romantic movies" is rather high. I also tear everytime I watch the final season of f.r.i.e.n.d.s, especially the finale. And what has that got to do with anything? I have no idea. But that is how things are more interesting, isn't it? Randomness in its entirety. Hmmm, what's not to like.

i love you NOT

2006-08-02T18:37:00.000+08:00

It felt good lashing it out on you. I never thought I'd ever find the words to say but in the heat of the moment, I somehow did. What can I say, it felt really good. You left me with no choice but to just hurl those words at you. Then again, I know my sweet victory is but a fleeting one because I doubt you have any sense of remorse at all. I doubt you even have the capacity to feel remorseful. My gut-feeling tells me that you're just going to do it over and over and never get tired of it. But you know what, do as you please and think of the world as a 24/7 fairground if you wish to because it's your friggin' life. I know that you are never going to realise the bigger-picture responsibilities that lie ahead of you and I don't care.

I've mused much how your future will turn out and I can only pray for you.

I've contained my thoughts and all my sentiments of you for far too long. I can no longer stomach them and you've pretty much sent it free-wheeling. You should be glad that I've no possession of WMD because seriously, dimwits like you are the bane of my existence.

You're a crying tragic waste of skin.

It's Monday!

2006-07-31T20:29:00.000+08:00

My Monday morning was a blur and it's all thanks to F.R.I.E.N.D.S season 10. But what can I say, awesome comedies make marking a hell lot less frustrating. Especially when you have students who, by the age of 13, still cannot tell the difference between form and from. (:

Okay, I'm sorry if you find this completely dreary. I have nothing to talk about other than school okay. Unlike some people, I'm not blessed with an existing love life that I can blab about. As much as I would like to sweep hopeless romantics off their feet with my daily proclamation of love, I really can't do much. You see, I am void of any of that and I simply cannot be bothered. The day my heart starts to flutter at the mere thought of someone, would be the day Singapore allows consumption and sales of chewing gum. Which is to say, it's probably gonna take a while more. hur hur hur. (I wasn't referring to the nicotine chewing gum to help smokers stub their addiction. I was thinking more of the ummm chiclets or bubblegums)

Okay. I hope tomorrow would be a better day, insya' Allah.

ps: Liyana, if you want me to have you linked from my blog, would kindly email me your url? thank you very much. (:

coconut balsam

2006-07-30T01:33:00.000+08:00

Reina almost scored a goal.

No, it wasn't an own goal. He was holding midfield and he almost scored the winner. Yes, Reina was playing. No kidding. I found that somewhat amusing. heh. But they lost la, dammit. To Kaiserslautern. tsk.

Well... this is a completely pointless entry. Anyway, before I turn this thing off to go take a crap, Am!!! I'm so sorry I turned down the offer for dinner. Family dinners are very important you know. So, we'll head on down to little india soon okay?

hmmm. I seem to get a kick out of telling people that I want to go berak or that I want to fart, or just farted out loud. It's a miracle that I still have friends and people who adore me.

hur hur hur hur.

definitely not on cloud 9

2006-07-28T20:21:00.000+08:00

Ohhh good Heavens, it's pouring. I like, I like. It has been ages since it last rained like tonight. As crazy as this may sound, I miss rain like I miss having someone to love. It's a good thing one of these actually "sprang" into my life. Now, you'd know which one I'm talking about if you're smart enough. hur hur.

Anyway, on to something unrelated. I've given this a lot of thought, so much so that I just hope you can take a hint and move on because it's about sodding time both of us do. I mean, just look at us. You seem eager to make things work and well, so am I. But I cannot withstand the fact that you keep asking me if I really want this. Initially, I thought that well, maybe he just needs some reassuring. And then you kept asking as if my actions and words don't mean a thing. Your asking me the same question time and again puts me off. If you're *that* insecure, then forget it. Seriously. I don't want to waste my time harbouring thoughts and feelings that I shouldn't anyway. So let's just walk on. You go your way and I'll go mine.

I think I'd opt for rain anyday. Having love at this juncture in life is too burdensome. Even though not having love for quite a bit has left me all bitter and cynical, I think I'm quite happy basking in contentment. Afterall, it is raining. And that reminds me of Banana Pancakes.

I don't know when I will ever be ready to get back in the game. I'm pretty certain though, it's going to take a huge leap of... umm faith. I don't think I've mustered enough courage as yet to make that leap. All in time.

starry starry night.

2006-07-27T20:38:00.000+08:00

Do you guys remember ballet under the stars in pre-u 1?

It's that time again. That I-miss-school moment.

Anyway.

Work has been okay. The kids are devils. Well, some of them are but it doesn't matter because they make my day. Even if it means I have to be broke by tomorrow because I cannot stop buying sweets. hur hur hur.

Oh, here's the funny sentence of the day:

okay come, let's go home! I wanna rent dvds and watch ice cream.

hmmm... for the first time, I actually have nothing to do which, is a good thing because it means that I've had my lessons all planned out. wewowewooooooo. I love myself.

cikgu-cikgi

2006-07-25T22:22:00.000+08:00

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.

congratulations

2006-07-23T00:58:00.000+08:00

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.

wanderlust

2006-07-22T00:59:00.000+08:00

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.

of Pens

2006-07-20T22:34:00.000+08:00

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?

my mother part deux

2006-07-20T17:54:00.000+08:00

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.

my mother

2006-07-20T15:55:00.000+08:00

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.

i need a weight-loss program

2006-07-20T02:33:00.000+08:00

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.

that 25 thing

2006-07-19T15:41:00.000+08:00

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.

hmmmm

2006-07-18T15:39:00.000+08:00

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.

tag! i'm it (again)

2006-07-18T02:13:00.000+08:00

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?

bleargh.

2006-07-17T19:43:00.000+08:00

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.

baybeats 2006

2006-07-17T01:07:00.000+08:00

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!

of bananas and babies

2006-07-16T00:16:00.000+08:00

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.

a bona fide scatterbrain

2006-07-14T20:39:00.000+08:00

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.

bosan to the b to the o to the SAN!

2006-07-13T22:28:00.000+08:00

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.

FIXme.

2006-07-11T11:26:00.000+08:00

Hiddy bobiddy! Come, tell us all about the ever-so-orgasmic and magnificent Coldplay gig!!!

*bitch fit alert

2006-07-11T01:02:00.000+08:00

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?

REDhotchillipepper

2006-07-10T01:08:00.000+08:00

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.

ho hum

2006-07-08T23:45:00.000+08:00

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.

random nothingness because i'm waaay bored.

2006-07-08T01:42:00.000+08:00

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.

money mind

2006-07-06T00:54:00.001+08:00

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.

Auf Wiedersehen.

2006-07-05T13:09:00.000+08:00

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?

stay clear if you don't want to be farted at

2006-07-03T14:38:00.000+08:00

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. -_-

Picture this

2006-07-02T02:08:00.000+08:00

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.

sabar ain, sabar.

2006-07-01T17:04:00.000+08:00

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.

selenge part dunno what already la

2006-06-30T16:35:00.000+08:00

If anyone ever finds out what really happened today, I would just bury my face in the ground. period. It's that embarrassing and I don't think it's something I can live with for the rest of my life. God. I should have double checked the time last night, with my glasses on. eurgh.

You really think I'm doing this for myself? oh boy, you've really thought wrong. What, did you really think I'd want to get behind that wheel for self-gratification? I am doing it for him because he was the one who wanted me to do it so badly.

JAWS

2006-06-30T02:15:00.000+08:00

Blimey. I didn't know there are sharks lurking in the waters of Tioman.

omg omg omg! they're playing breakdown on class 95!!! completely off track, I know.

eurgh. whatever.

2006-06-29T20:51:00.000+08:00

Pardon the bimboticness.

I can't help but cringe with much disgust when I saw a brief recap of their performances just a while ago. And what was that Mathilda woman doing in the wildcard performance?!!? She should be in the top 12. And that Primero, he's waaaay off-tune, for the love of life. I cannot even bear to watch that a la cabaret performance by Siew Hoon (?) and honey, appearing on national tv with lipstick on your teeth is so not cool.

Janganlah awak-awak semua anggap yang saya ni eksyen bagus dan ngada-ngada nak kutuk orang. Mesti ada je yang mengata "e'eh dia ni, kalau bagus sangat pergi la masuk bertanding". Sebab saya tahu yang saya ni tak layak lah saya tak menyertai uji bakat tu. Saya cukup sedar akan kekurangan saya. Bukan macam sesetengah pihak tu. Kalau suara bak kodok panggil hujan, janganlah ye-ye orh nak jadi Singapore Idol. Boleh buat bulu telinga orang gugur, tahu tak? Menyampah, tahu tak menyampah?

Anyway.

Morning run turned out okay despite all the lactic build-up which kinda slowed me down towards the end. It felt incredibly good to perspire profusely after so long, and the adrenalin rush afterwards. Did some simple conditioning before we cleaned up and left for early lunch.

As much as I hate to be a sentimental wuss, I couldn't resist a surge of nostalgia as we stepped onto the track for our warm-up run. It felt like only yesterday we were going round the track in twos, stretching, looking retarded doing all the drills and then slogging with what had been given by Mr Tok for training program. I miss school.

bini pak mat tempeh

2006-06-28T23:15:00.000+08:00

Payment for the first instalment has finally been made and school term will officially commence on october 16th. Anyway, after making the payment we (Amanda and I) walked around a bit at The Cathay before making our way to PS for dinner. But, before I could finally satiate my whopper jr meal to pacify my ravenous appetite, we had to wait for that makcik Asliana to arrive from work. When she says she's reaching, don't take her word for it because she's definitely not reaching. hur hur hur.

Dah la lambat sampai, pekak pula tu. Case in point, we were sitting outside starbucks when I thought I saw taufik batisah. But of course, me being blind and all. yea. So it wasn't him. So they asked what made me think that the guy was taufik batisah and I said he had that typical taufik batisah thing going on (appearance wise). And this pekak of a friend of mine thought I said tilted and that was why she couldn't understand a word I was saying. pfffftttttt.

Asliana, balik korek telinga okay?

Moving on. I've finally decided to put my $168 (or was it $128?) to good use. Yes, I will go running tomorrow with Loretta. Like finally!!! Hopefully this is not yet another one of my hangat-hangat tahi ayam fitness regime. Let's see if I can still do at least 3 sets of 400 without much difficulty. hur hur hur. who am I kidding man. More importantly, will I still be able to carry on after warm up? We'll see how la eh.

Espana.

2006-06-28T13:05:00.000+08:00

Just a few minutes before kickoff, I had a sinking feeling that things wouldn't go Spain's way. I heaved a huge sigh of relief when David Villa gave the Spaniards the lead through a penalty at the 28th minute. But as soon the French equalised, I felt the world came tumbling down on me. I switched off the tv at half time and went to my room. For the first time, I slept before 5.

I am now guilt-stricken for having vent my frustration on someone when I had that oh-n0-spain's-going-to-lose moment.

sleepyhead

2006-06-27T22:51:00.000+08:00

Just when I thought that I'll remain as a bat over a prolonged period of time, I find myself yawning every few minutes. This is unbecoming and completely unacceptable. The match starts in less than 15 minutes and already the Z-monsters are invading. tidaaaaaaaaaaaaak. There's still the 3am match lah okay.

urgent!

2006-06-27T19:49:00.000+08:00

I need to make my way down to Little India tomorrow. who's up for it? This is important and it is absolutely necessary that I have someone with me, because the likelihood of me getting lost is pretty damn high.

this just in

2006-06-27T16:26:00.000+08:00

The wait is finally over and come October, I'll be going back to school. Alhamdulillah.

yabedabedooooo.

Little India

2006-06-26T14:07:00.000+08:00

In all my excitement for the England vs Ecuador match (which in true England fashi0n turned out to be a major disappointment), I had forgotten to give thanks to my friends for a truly kickass day in Little India and also for making me sit through a movie which I've already watched, hence allowing me to spend an unnecessary $9.50. Thank you Nasrul and Firdaus, the both of you are probably the most kind-hearted friends in this modern age. What would the world do without you? hur hur hur. It was a shame Matthew had to leave early.

The day started off very early in the morning with me only managing 3 hours of shut-eye. I woke up anyway and rushed to khatib to meet the bahlol and then make our way to srjc to watch him play soccer with the rest of ex-jians, against a team which consisted of mostly middle-aged men. It was weird watching a vair young side losing to a bunch of dads, uncles and probably grandfathers. hur hur. The team of mostly ns-men lost to dads and grandfathers. 4-2, no less.

After getting down and dirty in the rain and mud, he cleaned up and we were off to desker to meet Nas and Matt for naan. NAAN! It was finger-licking good, I'm telling you. The sensation of naan gliding through my throat, ohhhhhh truly a marvellous-beyond-marvellous experience. It was yet another huge craving satisfied. I seem to be craving for a lot of things, don't I? hmmmmm.

It is no wonder I've gotten myself into such a financial fix. All I ever do when I go out is literally stuff my face with food and still not feel gorged at the end of it all. And I complain that my arms are flabby. I ought to be slapped.

It's sizzling hot.

2006-06-25T22:15:00.000+08:00

Okay, so here's my pick for the 10 hottest men this season. Please bear in mind that I think these men are incredibly sexy. You may have your own list. This is my list. (:

10. Lionel Messi
9. Raul Gonzales
8. Filippo Inzaghi
7. Fernando Torres
6. van persie
5. Jose Antonio Reyes
4. Xabi Alonso
3. Francesc Fabregas
2. Kaká
1. and of course, him (couldn't resist lah)

Yes, there's a wee bit of bias in the placement of that number 1 spot. teehee. Well, obviously I can't be bothered to put forth their pictures for some visual orgasm but I've put up the links for your convenience. How thoughtful. hur hur hur.

And by the way, can you tell, that I am a supporter of Espanyol? hur hur.

bleh.

2006-06-23T20:48:00.000+08:00

The application form has been sent in and the reply will come in on Tuesday. This is absolutely nervewrecking. Okay, there's nothing newsworthy so I'm going to leave it at that. I'll be back soon with the list of the hottest men this season. Hiddy, that one's for you beb! hur hur hur.

Stay tuned.

*this just in

I was watching the first half of Saudi Arabia vs Spain when the commentator said something which tickled me.

"Saudi Arabia just have no ball." hur hur hur.

I just couldn't resist lah.

Tag! You're it.

2006-06-22T14:14:00.000+08:00

OMG OMG! I've been tagged! Yes, I'm genuinely excited because I seldom get tagged. hur hur hur. Pardon my mountain tortoise-ness. Okay so here it goes

7 random facts about me
oblivious
complete scatterbrain
anal-retentive
hot-tempered
shy
always hungry
I love books

7 things that scare me
death
His Wrath
cats and dogs
papercuts
blackouts
dolls
ghosts

7 random songs at the moment
can't take my eyes off you - andy williams
hadirnya cinta - gerhana skacinta
on my balcony - flunk
in my place - coldplay
my only one - mocca
on a night like this - mocca
december - weezer

7 things I like the most
my books
my pens!
ecp and cycling (if they're considered as things)
eating (what's new)
white roses
rainy days (again, if that's a thing)
steven gerrard (you can slap me now)

7 things I say the most
shut up
whaaaaaat
tsk.
ya Rabbi
eh? *is it?*
go and die
gatal

7 people to do this
kashmira
hiddy
neighbour
najat
and any other 3 people who have nothing better to do with their miserable lives. hur hur hur hur.

Okay, I had a blast last night with hiddy bobiddy. Woman, I was really counting on you to buy that lomocam. Gotta grab it soon aiy? Anyway, everything was swell except for the fact that I didn't get to satisfy my uber huge craving for them nutella cupcakes. Well, that's because we didn't know that they close at 7pm. 7pm!!! That's freaking early. I think Hiddy freaked out the moment she saw how my mood took a whole new other turn for the worse just because of cupcakes. hur hur. So now we know better than to meet late eh? hee hee.

After a quick bite at es teller, we caught scary movie 4. And that's yet another hilarious albeit freaking dumb movie. Very nonsensical. Hiddy, I'm going to spare you from world-wide embarrassment. I shall keep mum about the little incident in the theatre. All in all, it was rad. Nothing gives me greater comfort than knowing that school stuff's almost settled. All that's left to be done is to pray for an acceptance letter. I'm psyched.

wewowewooooo.

I have a feeling 2006 is going to be one eventful year. But above all, something big awaits me in September. Probably the biggest thing, ever, in my entire life. Well, of course that being next to getting married and yada yada. hur hur hur.

I'm f***ing annoyed

2006-06-21T05:12:00.000+08:00

Two goals and then a draw concluded the match. Yea, yea, England meets Ecuador but damn, it could have easily been 1-2 or even 0-2 if not for such slipshod defence. All I could do was lose all senses and pull my hair as the match came to a calamitous end, at least from my point of view.

gaaaaaaaaah.

Oh well. There's nutella cupcakes to look forward to. And September seems promising. yabedabedoooo.

when life's good...

2006-06-20T00:30:00.000+08:00

there has to be a glitch somewhere in between, inevitably. But because only the good things matter most, I shall pretend that life is really good at the moment. Today we drove from the west, to the east, to the north and then back home. All that in the name of shopping and service. You see, my dad just came back and there were a few things that needed to be delivered here and there. But before we went on to make people squeal in delight and smile like silly buffoons, we made a short trip to my favourite shopping haven - ikea.

After much dawdling, we finally found what we needed and a few things which we don't exactly need (heh), we made a long drive to the far east. It was maghrib and after that we sat for a while before finally deciding where we'd have dinner. And so shortly before the first match of the day started, the 2 families finally reached a consensus and Simpang Bedok was to be the place to have dinner and watch at least the first half of the match.

I found it amusing that he and I chose to waste energy and a few cents (read: tekan butang to sms) than talk when we were really just a few inches away from each other. To think that we were spending money just to talk about facial cleanser. So when we were quite done with dinner and I pretty much bloated from all the green tea, we went separate ways. We were off to my cousin's place.

Despite all the preparation kicking in, I'm still in disbelief. I cannot believe that one of us is getting hitched soon. And come Saturday, she'll be only 6 months away from ijab & kabul, insya' Allah. This is the same cousin whom I played masak-masak, doktor-doktor, boutique-boutique, cikgu-cikgu, and all other nonsense with. This is the same cousin who used to pose for pictures wearing really short dresses which exposed a wee bit of undies, as a little girl. This is the same kakak idah who stayed with us when my mum was hospitalised.

This is also the cousin who lelong-ed her collection of shoes, for free. Can you beat that? hur hur hur.

Nothing can be quite as exhilarating as shopping without having to fork out a single cent.

I think I might have to lelong some of my shoes to make space in the shoe cabinet. I can safely say that slightly more than half of what's in there are mine. hur hur. I'm terrible.

I only have wednesday left to literally shake legs and meet the charbohs before I go into a baking frenzy. But since life's pretty much a cruise, I'll just shut up and bask in the goodness.

everybody should be happy

2006-06-17T23:15:00.000+08:00

wooohoooooo what a game la sehhhh. Mini orgasms through and through. First it was Argentina and then earlier on, it was Portugal. Hmmm soccer, what's not to like?

In any case. I'm a sick but happy girl. I'm entertained and am content just watching the world go by. Maybe I'm just happy with how everything's turning out to be, on its own. Alhamdulillah. Insya' Allah it will remain that way, if not better. Like I've always said, I don't need cars and diamond rings to keep me happy. Little things and simple moments will suffice, for now.

old times

2006-06-16T16:13:00.000+08:00

A relationship turned sour is a relationship nonetheless. I am not about to just sit back and watch my friend embark on a journey, in a foreign land no less. I wish you all the very best and semoga berjaya, Insya' Allah.

In any case, I'm a happy happy girl. England finally put in some goals (of their own) and one was a steven gerrard goal. Just my two cents worth, sven-goran has got to review and modify his tactics. Seriously. I think even a fool would have that figured out. I agreed with my sister wholeheartedly when she said "I think we should have just watched the last few minutes of the match". How could I not agree? Crouch and Lampard had had soooooo many chances and it was just very uncharacteristic of Lampard to miss ALL of them.

World Cup frenzy aside, I'm now faced with a dilemma greater than that faced by any football coach who lacks competent and fit players. I have a wedding reception to attend this Sunday and my cousin's getting engaged the following Saturday.

No, I'm not worried that I won't have a date. That is another problem altogether but nooooooo. The importance of that is marginal, really. The thing is, I haven't found anything to wear. How???

hur hur hur. macamlah aku yang nak tunang.

***Ohhh in all my excitement, I had clean forgotten about this.

Calling all Assumptionites, young and old, and all those who think she's good enough to be the next Singapore Idol, do text in your votes for Charmaine Pelaez!!!

of undergarments and such

2006-06-15T21:25:00.000+08:00

Having reached thus far in life, it's becoming clearer to me, what my life is all about. I maybe a bit late in realising it but hey, better late than never.

My life is but a set of undergarments. My prepubescent years and people whom I've gotten acquainted with represented by old undergarments and life's current and possible conundrums being the new bras and panties or those which I may buy in the not-too-distant future. If there's one variable in life that's constant, it would be change. Very cliched, yes. But what can I say, the very phenomenon of change being able to remain unremitting is just something I cannot ignore.

Getting back to the whole bra and panty issue. I shall not illustrate myself to be the seeming victim lest people assume that I am seeking pity. Sure, over the years people chose to ignore me and some have conveniently discarded me like an unwanted and dysfuntional bra. I too, have been guilty of that. But I guess it's for the better. Furthermore, we'll all get to meet new people along the way and henceforth, the beginning of a beautiful newfound friendship. However, we cannot disregard that this is part of a cycle. Whatever that's new, will surely come of age. When then do we decide that we need a spanking new bra? Why, of course when we discover that something's not right. Case in point, we would mend a hole in out panties/bra. But if the hole or tear is beyond salvation, beli yang baru sudah.

Similarly, we'd want a replacement for that dear friend or special someone. The problem is (or at least I think the problem with me is), would you be resolute enough to make changes and accept changes? Would you let an expensive bra, a dear one at that, be easily replaced by a cheap but a bra, nonetheless? Would it be as good? See, this is the problem with some of us (or is it just me?). We tend to compare between what we had and what we have now, right before our very eyes. So the question is, have we really grown out of it? Are we ready to move on and accept the bra for what it is?

Am I even ready to let go?

I should really stop thinking about bras and panties. world cup. ciaochinchow.

Attention please!

2006-06-15T01:46:00.000+08:00

Calling all girlfriends! Namely Hiddy and Apple Lee. Please note that we have a pending date on June 21st. Tentatively, we'll meet to have nutella cupcakes and milkshake. Apple has also added on the list of things to be done, that we'd be people watching. We'd most probably also end up bitching a lot, so be prepared to go yakkity-yak-yak.

Okay, so 3pm at orchard mrt. Be there, or be square. hur hur. Invitation is also exclusively opened to Miss Amanda Lim. (:

So anyway, I'm back! Yes, I've been a terribly busy woman. A full-fledged bummer has been too busy enjoying life. Grilled lamb and potatoes, lotsa satays and free flow of pokka green tea, what's not to like? The only thing missing in my life was my computer. -_-

Okay. And didn't I tell some of you, that Spain is but a sleeping giant? Tonight, all of us witnessed a spectacular comeback by the underachiever.

wholesome fun

2006-06-07T22:44:00.000+08:00

Firstly, I would like to apologise to that woman who's called Man. I'm really sorry girl. I've been going out with my family a lot and I mean really a lot. We'll go out soon okay? Not to the library though, because I have more than enough books at home waiting for me. But we can go cycling soon. (: I'll date you soon, okay?

Having said that, the whole of today was spent outside. For the first time after so many months, I actually got up from bed before midday. I woke up at a record time of 10.30 a.m. Very astounding. All the commotion because the air con men were here to do servicing. Shortly after they left, we were off to some alleyway for lunch. Okay, the eating place isn't really located at an alleyway. It's just one of those you know, eating houses found plentiful in supply along arab st, bussorah st, jalan pisang etc etc. Yeap. And we all had nasi padang.

After lunch, Baba drove us to ECP since we've all been bugging him about cycling. I had my reservations at first because everyone refused to get onto the 2-seater bike with me. The point is, I didn't know how to cycle. After much coaxing from Nana and persuasion from Baba, I found myself struggling on that two-wheeled thing called the bicycle. Having been unable to cycle all my life, mastering this was almost a titular effort. But in just a few minutes, I was good to go. I must say however, that you haven't really learnt to cycle until you've fallen and get bruises and scars on your otherwise almost-flawless legs. So to say that I brought home with me a few scars and bruises is an understatement. I have a strained ankle ligament and aching groin. To illustrate in a more explicit manner, I feel like I've testicles when I walk. But that's probably because I cycled a wee bit too much.

We left ECP earlier than expected because of the sudden downpour and then proceeded to West Coast for dinner. With all the hype going on; my new-found ability to cycle, and the hunger, we had clean forgotten that we were supposed to go to Expo for some underwear shopping. hur hur.

In any case, I'm guessing that west coast would have been as fun as shopping for new panties and bra because we were in delirium when we got there. Boy, I could hardly contain the convulsions of delight the minute we laid eyes on the playground. I must have forgotten at that moment in time that I'm on my way to almost becoming an adult. But fun knows no boundary (does that make sense?), so hey. I was so proud of myself when I successfully made my way to the top of the pyramid at the playground without much hassle. hur hur. eksyen seh. The view from on top was simply breathtaking. Hmmmm macam nak pergi lagi sehhh.

But you wanna know what really made my day?

It was a cute fat boy who was literally slapping and smothering his body with sand when all his other friends were busy ummmm skimming. God knows what madness compelled him to do such a thing and at the same time shout to his friends who're in the water, "Hey, (abu/zaki/ali) pasir ni sejuk sehhhhhh".

-_-

That translates to "Hey, (friend's name) the sand feels kinda cool". And he was just so cute because he looked all wobbly and flubbery. Okay, I'm just mean.

Get Sloganised!

2006-06-07T01:22:00.000+08:00

I was obviously bored (what's new, man). I was surfing around and I found this. Have a go at it and amuse yourself like I did. Then again, I'm always amused. At the smallest things even.

Nobody Does It Like Ain

Don't Get Mad, Get Nurul!

hur hur hur.

you can decide what title best suits this entry

2006-06-05T23:02:00.000+08:00

In the car on our way home from dinner, I suddenly had a bad headache. With my hand complete on my head and all, I confidently went "Mak, sakit kaki ah." Which translates to Mother, I am having a foot-ache. hmmmm.

In any case, I know I shouldn't stick my nose in wherever it doesn't belong. You know, lest it gets smashed. My nose isn't very sharp to begin with. hur hur hur. Bad jokes aside. My sister sent me a chat log of her and a person who apparently is someone who hates her with a passion so intense. The person's identity however, remains undisclosed. What is up with these people? They have the gall to hate someone so much but no balls at all to reveal their true identity.

I must say that this person is not only a coward but a dimwitted one at that. His or her accusations were groundless. He or she is so damn sure that my sister has been sleeping around just because she has a "battalion" of male friends. He or she has so much time in his or her hands that she knows if my sister has been eating food that's not halal. This person must have been observing my sister with much intent because he or she notices the colour of her t shirt and the gold sling bag that she has. Little boy/girl, if you love my sister so much, just tell her. Cut to the chase dammit. Don't have to play shy-shy cat with all the reverse psychology shit. It's a fucking waste of time.

And what is that I see you bragging about you taking your Malay O levels when you were in sec 3 because they
say you were too fucking smart? By the way little boy/girl, they SAID. Past tense. You've just made a gross grammatical error there. And by the way, I took my Malay O level paper when I was in secondary 3 also, along with sooooooooooo many other students. I bet you're not feeling so smart now, are you? Plus, if you're so damn smart like you'd wish to think you are, you'd know that the plural form for bitch is BITCHES.

Ohhh, if you are THAT smart, you should probably have enough sense as to quit bothering people. You know, go read more books or something. That's what a smart person would do; fully utilise time. Ohhhhh and if you're really smart, you should start repenting, seek forgiveness and refuge from Him the Merciful one for all the bida'ah you've made. You haven't got much time, dear little boy/girl.

Time really hangs heavy on your hands huh? You have time to see what my sister has been up to. You even know if she has been sleeping around. Mak awak tak ajar ke, jangan jaga tepi kain orang. Kain sendiri tak terjaga. Jangan-jangan seluar dalam yang berapa minggu yang lepas pun belum cuci. Ada je nanti kena kurap. Tak takut ke? hmmmm. Memang patutlah awak dipanggil kurang ajar.

Now, that's for saying "your mum is as stupid as you".

And as for you my little sister, stop gallivanting the fuck around. O levels are in a few months' time. It's time to fucking wake up and get the idea that you'll be having exams soon in your head. That F9 isn't going to get you into mass comm. Prettyfaced boys are not going to get you into NP/TP. Boys only mean trouble. You should know better since you're supposedly the smarter one.

sometimes I feel like strangling them

2006-06-05T01:17:00.000+08:00

I get very annoyed when I read/see certain things on certain blogs. Annoyed to the point of activating the potentially violent and dangerous streak in me. I am serious! I have zero-tolerance for extremely happy and positve blog entries and especially those which gush with endless and unconditional love. Very puke-inducing. And certain things that certain people write which may seem completely normal and harmless, and very unlikely to irritate the living hell out of anyone, may piss me off.

On the contrary, this is probably just pms.

hur hur.

Let's just pretend the above paragraph doesn't exist.

And hey, 4 more days! woooohooooooo. Can I hyperventilate now?

announcement/declaration/whatever

2006-06-04T00:37:00.000+08:00

I hereby declare myself officially unavailable to all males. Well, it's not that I've found the one. I just need to take a step back and think about what I really want. In any case, I had a very interesting conversation with Nasrul and Firdaus. I thought it was rather twisted.

It revolved around who we'd want to be, given the opportunity to change our gender and identity. I was quick to say "if I were a girl". hmmmm. Nevermind. Anyway, I said that "if I were a girl", I'd want to be Liv Tyler because she is just so exquisitely beautiful. And if I could be one of the many guys I'd looooove to be, I'd want to be Ryan Reynolds, simply because he's friggin' hot. If I could be a footballer, I'd want to be as inspirational as my Captain Fantastic is, as skillful as Xabi Alonso, and as hot as Kaka.

We had all decided to be shallow today.