rite ana? raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaite....

i, too, became more sociable with the amount of social work that major tham handy-dandily dishes out bcoz of an absent compulsory uniform member that i soooo detest wearing. and thats besides the other social work he readily grants me for *ehem* late coming.

shucks lah i miss the foyer days. like truck loads.

or.............

i could have used that extra hour to do my tutorials. and with 7 extra hours doing tutorials, i could become a genius in a month. but me being a genius is like me winning the lottery. so screw that doing tutorials thought. id rather sleep and wake up with good skin. haha

so todays sunday already. i swear time conspired against me that its gonna move faster than i can say my name. yesterday was fun. met people for some hidden agendas and then my one love dooode. tis fun, no? meeting each other jus a little bit more often. one love, doooode. one love. but we'll see wat happens in the months to come with exams and watnots. i dun think i can pull off meeting u this often lah. not that i dont want to, really.

eh.. i digressed.

so anyways, i uncovered a treasure chest today. look.

haha. i cant believe it still fits. my uniforms were like wine. the older, the more excuisite. so i wore the same uniform truout my 4 years. that explains the missing belt loops, the greying belt and the super short skirt length. nothing did i alter, sumpah. i jus grew and the uniform grew with me. hurhurhur

in transition, i started out a geeky nerd. being a geek is fine. so is being a nerd. but a geeky nerd is kental overload ok.

oooooh that pic jus pulled my dignity down to *poof* hahaha. dang it. the specs. the hair! wic i remembered fashioning all pulled back in divine kental glory. favourite ok dulu.

then theres the grunge-slash-skater-slash-slacker look that was so the fad a while back.

i tried to pull it off. and after much scrutinization, oooops correction, after much scrutiny, i learnt that its all in the belt. and the bag. everything shd fall south below the belly button. the further south, the better. and u have got to have the slouch socks. who eva forgets those ubber comfy humongous excuse for a pair of socks. i still have them.. urmm.. somewhere....

heres the grotesque minahs-cum-ah lian demeanor.

gawd. wat were they thinking. more importantly.. wat was I thinking... hahaha

there were a few codes we had to adhere to set by the maha babelicious queen minah from the higher hierarchy. no buttoning of the top 2 buttons at all times. sleeves must be folded in one-inch thickness 3 times. at all times. no back packs. only sling bags. since branding is of vital importance, sling bags must be from elle or sonia rykiel only. in black or red. socks must be tight and long, covering ur calves. but the skirt must be short, at least 2 palm lengths above the knee. and yes. at all times. please...

my students are doing well, alhamdulillah. they managed to multiply their scores by tenfolds for their prelims. but i am still going to push them a wee bit more. coz i know boys being boys, they tend to get complacent. nontheless, i mellowed my sessions now. talking and joking with them more than usual. i used to push them in their work like crazy til they cried. no joke. the boy asked me, kak... why today u not fierce? i gave him a smile. haha. cute kid. i cant stress u up like how i used to now that ur real paper is 12 days away, luv. u might get crazy if i do that.

so the sessions were fun today. both of them. i have 2 consecutive tuition sessions every week. chatted with the parents over mee goreng after my second one. i love them. i love talking to them. veh fun. the dad is always teasing the mom and i was laughing the whole time. i love them for feeding me too.

on my walk back home, a familiar face tapped me from behind. he wanted to get to know me. i smiled and asked him, you look familiar. arent you wak yuyu's son? his reaction was totally priceless. haha. you were from sr rite? u stay behind the park rite? yes woman, grill him. he must have thought me wierdly to know so much. i felt very makcik kepo. but i can explain. u see.. he is my step cousin. my grandpa married twice. and he is my ya-eee's cucu from the third daughter of his first wife. complicated stuff. nevermind. we wld usually visit his place for raya since its jus behind our place. i think hes very wateva when it comes to family lah since he couldnt even fathom me as his relative. hello dooode.. im staying behind u and i go to ur place every year tau.

anyways, moving along..........

he told me hes 25 when hes only 22 actually. oh cmon! i know who you are. the least u can do if u want to get to know someone is to be truthful. u bloody mangkuk. i hate being lied to. and hate is a word tooo mellow to describe how much i really hate being lied to. anyways.. how did i end the loser-fied conversation with this guy i grilled? i told him i was attached. and that is no lie.

i told my royal squishyness that i tink i attract the wrong kind of guys. theres this one they nicnamed after a ghost for all the right reasons. his teeth. then theres the lembu sedih. coz his name sounds like it. mooooooo-sad. lembooooooooo-sedih. for those who know, laugh with me now. to those who dont, urmmm... sorry. haha.

then theres this one me and my sisters call the jerk *echoechoechoecho*. when we were at ngaji millions of years ago once upon a time when i was not this heavy, the jerk *echoechoechoecho* used to disturb the three of us. i can relate to it as mindless, immature bonding between shy, giggly girls and one rambunctious guy, now that i am older, heavier and hairier. but years ago, we hated him for doing the things he did. so i guess the name the jerk *echoechoechoecho* stucked. so did the impression. he called me a few weeks ago jus to "catch up". i swear i wanted to put the phone down on him the moment i learnt who he was.

then theres this time an apek conveniently threw a crumpled piece of paper, wic conveniently hit me on the forehead, as he was conveniently making his way out of the mrt carriage. leaving me stupefied like an idiot with a hey-wat-the-heck-hit-me face. lu punyer aiming A* ah apek. bagus mcm sniper. sniper also kalah. anyways i opened the piece of crumpled rubbish to find a name and a number scribbled on it. JEFF 9766xxxx

GERHANA SKA CINTA, MAN

another guy wrote for me something along the lines of me having golden eyes. ur eyes are not golden! ur eyes are kehhrawww! he must be blind. u dun have golden eyes lah... said the royal squishyness. i thought the guy was sweet.

well, all these aside, at least i know i can find my comfort in knowing that at least... i did attract someone oh-so-right. alhamdulillah. who else has their very own pain in the ass. and a very loving one at that. me of course.

my new butterfly cargos

my night drive

as u can see i am too lazy to write so much

i might be turning into a visual creature

i better stop coz its taking a million years to load 44 pictures on this page

or maybe i shd jus archive

with all the food i have been eating.

it doesnt hurt to do it again

wuuuuhuuuuuuuuuuu!!!

rihanna!! pon the replay ah babe!!

now..... *whispers*

let me let you guys in on a secret.

but ssssssshhhhhhh ok.

its jus between you, meaning the whole wide world, and me.

ok heres it......

i have been on the phone with *ehem* another boy =)

b:    hello! you tengah buat apa?!

me:  i busy darling. you jangan kacau i lah

b:    i tak kacau you laaa.

(alermak ni budak)

b:    you dah makan?

(aik.. concerned betol yer)

me:  i blom makan

mcm boifren-girlfren kan! ok ok so hes two. and his sister, whos a few yrs older had taught him to dial my number. so every 3 hourly or so, i would be greeted with the same hello! you tengah buat apa?! in the cutest raspiest voice.

b:    nanti you keluar pegi shop?

me:  tak today i stay at home

b:    tadi i pegi pep-pep-py (thats baby talk for PAP).

me: oh ye ker.. u sent ur sister to school? u dah go school?

b:    i dah go school.

(bagos eh you punyer temberang. you baru 2 yrs old nak pegi skolah apa?)

b:   ok bye! i love you!

and yes, he will without fail end with an i love you after every fone call. i say, he has got potential. i called my cousin to tell her that i think his son has a crush on me (haha!) since hes calling me up every few hours or so jus to know i tgh buat apa. she had no idea about this secret past time of his. but she thinks hes a potential heart throb too. haha.

so girls! any takers? mmmmm gerammmmm...

tickets to see the BEPs: SG$99

glib talking someone to pay 'em for you: priceless

literally

hehehe

i made jaffles today.

as of all other sandwiches, the filling is really dependant on your creativity. so wateva was in my fridge that fancied my taste buds went into my humble jaffle.

some minced meat, mushrooms, minced garlic and cheese.

sautee the garlic for a bit.

then add the meat.

low heat girls.

i needed the meat to stick. like that of corn beaf consistency. rumaged in the fridge hoping to find some cream cheese but i guess i used all that up in my previous oh-so-undomestic cooking escapade. no mayo either.

but found this instead. excellent tahina (read: label)

whoa dooode... excellent!!

so in that went. a few huge tablespoonfuls til perfect consistency.

a bit of paprika. a bit of salt. a lot of cracked black pepper.

and voila

butter on a side. ketchup and more cracked black pepper on another

spread the meat. layer the cheese. arrange the mushrooms

then its jaffle time.... toot-toot-toodooot-tooot-tooot (itu power ranger nyer tune lah)

had planned to see him off for his holiday later in the afternoon. so i packed some for him so that he can munch in the bus on his one-day-long bus journey to samui. but setangah kena ngap kat dalam mrt sey. yes albeit me telling him that he cant eat in the train.

next time i think im gonna jaffle ground black pepper chicken lah.

wicked kan!

we need you to make the noise. or else very quiet quiet.

that was quite sad you know.

seems like my resolution to become soft spoken is maha not happening at all.

on another note, go watch the longest yard. its heartwarming. nelly pulled my heart strings. he melted my heart. he rawked my socks. all coz that bad boy turned good. and bad boys turning good turns me on goooooood. you dig? hahaha.

so everytime he comes on screen i would go

alalalalaaaa... socutesocutesocute dear so keeeeeeyooooot!!

eh his smile.. aaaaahhh... sooooo keeeyoooot!!

and i think i aggravated him quite a bit coz he said

eh!! nelly pendek ah!!!!!!!!

well eh! im not that tall either. heh takmo jealous ah.

i am really looking forward to my free quarter pounder. and make the fries the twist twist ones ok.

the berkat apa ah? happy meal nyer toy eh?

and where wld i be in 3 yrs time when im 26? *gawd* that is frikkin old. no offence to all the 26 yr old and above people. this qn is still playing in my head like a stale old bad bad song. a sucky lullaby for me tonight

goodnight.........

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have fun you party mortals!!

he decided hes gonna sell it at 1.50 a piece

him

not me

anyways im feeling tiramisu-ish now

prolly whipping something like this should cure my fix

the undomesticated goddess turning too ambitious i heard someone say?

well since the week long hols are here

what better way to intermittent my studying with some cooking and baking and frying

then again

macam lah banyak time gitu

lets jus let the pictures do the talking

adillah's-oreo-cookie-cheececake-cupcake version menjadi

whipped cream and oreo crumbs

version taik lalat

strawberries for the health conscious

strawberries and cream for the kinky-fied ones

my sis's version, strawberries and oreo crumbs

we shall see what the boy has to say. meeting him later to pass him some. guess wic version hes gonna get *winks* but confirm banyak comment lah tu pakcik.

yes rabun... like blur blur like that..

=)

we went to get for him his very own pair of havaianas in the evening. now we both have crumplers and havaianas. and i jus realised my pair is blue too. u copy me lah dear...kan? =)

had few things on my mind that needed sorting out. some i did. some i did not.

anyways... heard of the 80/20?

"In 1906, Italian economist Vilfredo Pareto created a mathematical formula to describe the unequal distribution of wealth in his country, observing that twenty percent of the people owned eighty percent of the wealth. In the late 1940s, Dr. Joseph M. Juran attributed the 80/20 Rule to Pareto, calling it Pareto's Principle.

After Pareto made his observation and created his formula, many others observed similar phenomena in their own areas of expertise. Quality Management pioneer, Dr. Joseph Juran, working in the US in the 1930s and 40s recognized a universal principle he called the "vital few and trivial many"

what this means is that anything a few (20 percent) are vital and many (80 percent) are trivial.

still dont get it?

 let me put it this way.

of the things that you do in a day, only 20 percent really matters. the rest of the 80 percent are actually unnecessary. simply put, its wise to concentrate on the 20 percent that produces results. so that the remaining bulk of the time, a wholesome 80 percent, can be devoted to do more enjoyable things.

the trick is... to of course.... realise which is the vital 20 percent.

thankfully for me, i have someone to make me realise the things that should matter.

i asked him, dear.. what should i do with _____________?

_____________ had been a bugging problem for me for quite some time already.

ignore it he said.

and that was all i needed. i knew i had to sidestep but was somehow finding it hard. so who better to reiterate it in me but non other than the king himself. hehehe. no other person can pull off sounding nonchalant but wise both at the same time okay. no other person but this man i so adore okay. my hero okayyyy. ceydeyy.

he made me realise that my ______________ problem was in the worthless 80 percentile. why fuss so much over something that you cannot benefit from. damn arent i lucky to have him.

for the records, i have learnt a great lesson albeit it being quite painful. women girls, are willing to severe even the closest knitted friendship for the sake of a man boy.

nonetheless, tonight i shall sleep with a prayer for my beloved in my heart and a song of praise upon my lips.

she talks alot. she asks too many questions. shes smart. shes "sexy". and she bites. haha. besides the fact that shes only three... this is my mini me, people.

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•You have very few jealous traits.
•You rarely over-react and have a handle on the severity of situations.
•Whatever jealous attributes you do have will not present a problem in relationships, and will sometimes help.

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where did my extreme tracker go?

bummer....

well anyway, my theory... i thought that, if i get my body used to the chocolate intake, somehow by some great miracle, it will begin to accept chocolates and then taaaadaaaaa! cure me sufficiently from the post trauma of swollen appendages. raaaaaaa-ite. definitely warped. sooo warped that i was content to make my puffy days gone for good. you dig? i actually believed it might work. well... i saw no miracle happening for me. there can be miracles when u believe? oh tidak. (hits clenched fist against wall drama swasta style)

clearly i am enviously envious of you millions of other lucky mortals who get to enjoy it (i dont even wanna say the word.. harrrktuiii) without looking like a hornified goldfish post the chocolate consumption. like this.

and this... was after i rubbed my lids with 3 cubes of ice jus to shrink the swell.

eh i suddenly feel so cursed.

i was at cafe by the quad when the devil in me got enticed by stacks and stacks of choco mousse in the huge white fridgerator screaming

eat me!

eat me!

eat me!

eat me!

eat me!

eat me!

ok i think u get the idea

and at 1 buck for that huge dollop, allergy or no allergy, swollen eyes or glands or watever other appendages of mine that decides to swell later...

im telling u..

its worth it.

as they say... forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.

the place was beautiful

and bitter sweet symphony was playing in my head all night

=)

hello everyone. my name is umar the lion. can u see my claws? rrrrrrooooooooaaaaaaaaaarrrrrr!! my tante dillah said i cannot smile if i want to be a lion. but take picture must smile kan.

we turned her house upside down inside out last saturday. after watching you got served on vcd, the abangs decided to show us their moves. jermaine dupri's pop your booty was on the stereo so loud i cannot even hear myself roar.

then we played roller coaster on her sofa. its a very easy game. u jus sit on the sofa and spin urself around and around and around and around. like this....

the spinning made me so giddy i had to lepak one corner after that. i loike.

altogether, there were eleven nephews and nieces and she said her house was beginning to look like al-iman kindergarten oredi. well... too bad. when we come, we will conquer. muahahahahahaaaa..

ok everybody. this is umar the super lion signing off.

up up.... and away!!

oh....

by the way... how? do you like my pink shorts?

and let the winds of the heavens dance between you

love one another, but make not a bond of love

fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup

give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf

give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping

and stand together yet not too near together

for the pillars of the temple stand apart

and the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each others shadow

and people have you heard? we haf got our very own movie. very the drama swasta i swear.

MUAHAHAHAAHAHA!

MUAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!

MUAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!

and i cant wait

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

=)

but of course....

he asked me what isit with me and johnny. but i could not explain it. theres jus something about the characters he chose to hold. veh different u know. and they say if ur in love u cannot really explain why. so we both concluded that hey! maybe this is love! you crap me not lah mister steward. haha...

i digressed.

the movie was awesome but not like pirates of the Caribbean kinda awesome. the oompa-loompas were wierd. too wierd for my liking. i actually thought they were irritating. imagine a 40 year old singh dressed to the nines... in shiny yellow, red and silver tights... donning very mat-mina-like white goggled sunglasses... hair fashioned to mimic the top of hershey's kisses... digitalised to look small and impish... dancing his butt away... swaying his arms a-go-go style. hold that thought. now imagine hundreds of that singh. same face same fashion same actions. sungguh tak cute ok. its irritating.

but thank goodness for my johnny... hehe

i couldnt find the usual cake pan. the one with the clip at the side so that i can easily slide the cake out later after baking. only found the square tins. and square cakes are veh ugly lah. so.. improvise woman.. improvise. found a few stacks of muffin/cupcake cups. what isit really called eh? and i was delighted when i could fit an oreo cookie in it nicely at the bottom. like a cookie base.

this is the normal cheesecake filling recipe. the chopped oreos adds to the flavahhh. but do be careful though. the more oreos you add, the finer u have to chop them up.

2 packets cream cheese
3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1/3 cups heavy whipping cream
1 1/2 cups chopped Oreos (or more!)
1 1/4 cups sugar
2 extra large eggs
2 egg yolks
1 tablespoon vanilla

Mix everything together. then fold in the chopped oreos. place one cookie into each muffin cup. then spoon the mix on top. Bake for 15 minutes at approximately 400 degrees. Turn the oven down to about 250 degrees and bake for 50 minutes more. then taadaaaaaaa. adillah's oreo-cookie-cheesecake-cupcake! *fanfares*

once its cooked set it aside for awhile to cool down abit. then its time to get creative. if u have some sour cream lying around.. spoon a dollop of it on top. decorate decorate with hershey's choc syrup. m&ms. strawberry jam. whipped cream. anything lah eh. chill. and enjoy....

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or so i thought

hur hur hur. i am afterall the undomesticated goddes yo! the creation turned out too soft coz there wasnt enough flour in it for it to stay up. so jus a little bit more flour into the recipe would not hurt. mama said to chill it overnight and see how it turns out tomoroe. ugh. the anticipation is soooo killing.

life is constantly in motion. its hard to hold on if u are grabbing more than u can hold on to. its elementary, mister steward.

take a walk pass ambrossia.. pass samar... then cross sultan gate and a few other roads and gates.. and you will find this idyllic place tucked away in a little corner. wic is very apt. u know why. coz the place is really a place to... u know... rrrrelak one corner lah mat... harhar. had a go at sucking coke. yesssah.. us 13 odd virgin coke suckers!

but hold on you crazy mortals..........

its not what u think.

its shisha. coke flavoured. got half of us nice and high. full fledged and confident at taking advantage of the cushions and carpet, everyone sprawled everywhere. food wise, id say the portions are puny. the hummus was superb though. u can dip anything in it. bread, fries, finger... anything. really.

and id have to apologise for the photos.. or rather the lack of it. some had requested for a break from the limelight lest they become too famous. the rest of the pictures are either too mentel, too censured or just plainly too horny.

abang sheikh.. some free publicity for ur place

and u hansem laaa! i tak tahan!

sedihh!

bosan tau!

bosan!

geram tau!

tak terhingga!

tak kan nak begini!

sampai bila?

sedih tauu!!

sedih!

nak buat apa ni skarang??

k dah tuje

weather was good. the company was hehe =). some said he looked like ashton. omiggod no. fruitjuice on the boat beneath what we thought was benjamin sheares. its all bout the benjamins baby.. it is a-all a-bout the benjamins. haha. i wanna do it again.

and eh doood! this thing... its awesome!!!

google earth makes me feel so.... hmmmm.... godly

wanted to beat you to hawaii but my screen froze

so fa-ine.. you won

thinking of visiting spain next after moscow's red square later tonight.

its nice to be happy again ladidadidaa.. na-ice

and finally

the long awaited pictures of yet another girls day out

have a greater sunday my lovelies!

and id wish for things to be just like in october o4. haha

how can u tahan someone like me?

and i told him, because i realise i was once like you.

safely put, i understand what he is doing and why he did the things he did. i understand! *raises clenched fist merdeka style*

there were of course those unfortunate but definite heart pains which overflowed, reactions overacted, and one too many occasions when i felt that we have lost. and at that point in time...

everything

just

felt

so

totally..

nyehhh.

guilty as charged.

my mister flubber. im still head over heals over him by the way. how can i not be. he rubs me just the right way. he is still as charming as ever. though its very much discretely done now. its still inside you i know.

a fren of my mr flubber told me something pretty embarrassing that she observed when we went out together lately. but reading what she had to say, and im proclaiming this rather proudly now, reading what she had to say, really really really made my day. so thank u my fren. u do not know what i had in mind that time but you somewhat changed things. =) see im smiling now.

that was two days ago. and that inspired me to write this.

things are happening out of the blue to make me change my mind each time i think i had it made up. ugh why ah??? a good fren who periodically appears and disappears from my life (eh u know who u are. where are u?) told me before that i always have weird things happening to me each time i wanna do it. when i think im ready, fate will without fail, tempt me to think twice. maybe coz i headed abah's advice and doa every time im doing my late isyak prayers for Him to guide me in my every decision.

if You know that this be good for me in my religion, in this world and the day of judgment, thus befall upon me and may i benefit from it.

however, shd this be bad for me in my religion, in this world and the day of judgement, help me keep a distance from it as only You have the Strength to do so.

how powerful.

loving you has always been a journey. what we both now need is the encouragement, the hope, and the faith. and if He permits, may this journey continue forever.

haha.

k tujer

and its usually a personification of an uglier me talking to a slimmer, prettier me.

haha. ok lah please do not laugh.

my guess is i might have gotten a very stimulated childhood

important note to self: must ask mama and abah what they have done to me when i was younger. so that i can avoid doing it to my kids lest they turn out over stimulated. like me

haha

moving on

the me version ugly would normally tell the me version va-vavooom.... that every cloud has a silver lining, that there would be a beautiful rainbow after every shower, that i would see better days very soon.

but.....

eh.......

mana ini rainbow???? mana dier the silver lining???? and mana lah my better days damit??

L-R: the mexican from spain, the pinoy from india,

the DATIN from brunei, and amoiii aaaah

the motley crew made 2 new singaporean frens;

colourful tudung girl and pink tudung girl

we checked out the rooms at intercontinental

but the rooms here definitely rawwwked our socks. so with the accomodation settled..

we had lunch at a fabulous restaurant....

with pink tudung girl's fashionable fren aka the fashionista (haha)

colourful tudung girl then brought us on a colourful therapy to the red room chill out lounge

and then outside for more colourful meditation...

then the mexican from spain and the datin from brunei took no waiting and hit the dance floor straight after. didnt know u2's vertigo could sound that great. yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaaaaaah...

today... is SOOOOO historical because today.... i got pissed OK. really pissed. its been so long that i was ever this angry since.. hmmm.. ah nevermind.

mister kepo number 1 told me something. but im refusing to believe so. coz i know better. and you mr kepo.. sadly.. you dont know shitznitz. eh.. somehow im flagged with this excess baggage in the form of mister and miss kepos keliling pinggang jaga tepi kain aku. bluekkk. and damn it. i have no idea why i am so mad at this particular mr kepo's oh-so-lah-relevant information. so screw you. what i know now will only make things stronger.

let me remember this day down in history. i know i will have a good laugh. damn i really hate the things these people tell me.

god almighty is fair so he flawed us to make us equal

but still.. with every flaw.. he made everyone beautiful

"The person I like most is the one who points out my defects." -Umar r.a

we all live on this borrowed time

so we shd be grateful for what we already have

for what we have now are truly impermanent

gentle reminder

in any case that we do forget

"circumstances change ppl. temptations clawed us"

how true

ppl dun take me seriously even when i take them seriously

it doesnt pay to be nice. u get taken for granted. all the time

letmego...

oh why world?

eh where is maria

"most mother fuckers who fucked girls, will have no heart to do the same thing to their gfs. he would not have the heart to dirty her. if he did that (f**k her), he obviously did not love her"

really this is happening??

and really this is wat ppl are thinking... (!!)

that last sentence in red is maha nonsense ok. nonsense.

if he truly truly loves her, he wldnt look for ppl to f**k around with in the first place

so what shd she do?

run girlfren run... i would

yeah.. the hair has gone all curly. dun miss me too much you. haha

we are being watched. yup yup yup.

boy: cher, i have question.

me: what?

boy: cher... private. u come here *waves me to come over*

boy: (in whispers) if a guy ejaculate near the girls part can she get pregnant? never insert one. but can still get pregnant?

haha. i jus had to scare him. so i said...

me: caaaaaaaaaaaaan.. of course lah can.

boy: cher, but never insert. that means she still virgin. how can virgin get pregnant

yup, hes a smart one. i had to think fast. i diverted.

me: why? why u suddenly asking me this? tak padan ketot.

ok ok.. i din say the tak padan ketot part. anyway this ketot mat went on to explain that his "fren" whom i found out after some further probing, he had been "playing ard with" *ack* was 3 weeks late. a girl at 14 has the tendency to have bouts of irregular periods so its not really worth the concern. and.. for goodness sake... unless his sperm has, by some great miracle, superman powers and can fly, then probably he should worry. i have no idea how near his near was, but getting preggie that way is quite nonviable. its not impossible though... i was trying hard not to laugh. and the thought of scaring him was still enticing..

me: u know... if a guy ejaculates anywhere within sight of a vagina, the girl confirm can get pregnant. see... ur fren is already 3 weeks late. confirm lah she dah pregnant.

hehe... wooooohoooooo...

so yes i have been busy. and a good fren was asking me how come i have not been updating. i told her my life had turned mundane.. borrring... uninteresting... oh the drama-mama me. hehe sorry beb. u know i lied. the whirlwind was jus moving too fast. if u know what i mean.

a new addition to the family came late last mth. i landed myself in a grand paying job. and then i lost the job. but so did 15 others so its no big deal. i learnt that with the excitement of a new fren, people tend to forget one old fren. oh well... u win some u lose some. i realise, i do not really know what i am going to do with my life exactly. i need a big hand. literally a big hand to lift me up and put me in a track that i will be happy to take. wishful thinking.

we went to see the tree tops though sadly, it did not make me feel like the squirrel i once wanted to become. the weather was torturous and by the time we got to the trail, we were waterless. these 2 thirsty hippos crossed the trail feeling totally cheated coz really there was nothing much to see but the tops of many many trees. totally disappointing. tracking back had us illusioning coke and iced barley and iced lemon tea bcoz us 2 badak bodoh ni went to gulp down all the water and left none for the track back. i got to witness some historical slipping action by a particular someone teeheehee. but id give u A for effort baby. i know u trek everyday at work and its understandably loathing on ur part to do it again. but we had fun still so all was good.

after all that exercise, guess where we went....

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pergi ngap lah!

i was craving for sop kambing and i needed the fix. the spur of spontaneity had us at marhabar restaurant gulping down creamy soup kambing and chicken murtabak. gorgeous. the murtabak was nicely portioned with generous amounts of heavenly chicken meat. the soup wasnt oily. wic was good. had no funny kambing smell that i oh-so-hate. wic was even better. the place serves 4 versions of the soup. sop kambing daging, otak, lidah and tulang. the roti top-ups comes free. isnt that blissful....

so, once upon a time, i made plans to disappear. i made plans to hide in a nice little tree somewhere on the campus grounds come the new semester. like a little squirrel. and i told one fren in particular about my plans. i told him i would turn anti-social and not make new friends. in other words, withdraw from society. its gonna be just me and my tree. and i was quite stubborn at that, no matter how much i realise how disillusioned the plan was. and as expected, i did not receive that much support. *haha!* he told me it wouldnt work straight up.

technically i am in my pre-disappearing stage. technically i have not started. but already, the plan is backfiring... maha tak menjadi ok. ever since my announcement to disappear, never had i made this many new frens, or got in touch this often with old frens long forgotten. im not complaining. coz fact is, i kinda like the way things are happening *hehe* =)

yeah.. me and my wierd thoughts. so screw being on hiatus. i am coming back.