the whole extended family made a quick road trip across the causeway to take advantage of the long government given holiday. the first day, we went to an old hair salon where my ever so young at heart aunt proudly announced her idea for us to get our hair done for dirt cheap.

the place was vair classic.. thats our ride. our golden chariot

my cousin did a perm for RM50 and my sis rebonded her hair for RM150. i wanted to go streaky blonde but they did not provide such services. so i had the unlucky job of entertaining the rest of the little ones while we waited.

and waited... and waited... and waited

thats my irritating cousin. we call him baber

yes baber.. pimp our ride

presenting the gentel boys

see how bored they were.

they folded paper into claws. good for scratching my head with. scrutized every single corner of the small shabby salon. and took gazillions of photos until the battery went flat.

and i got a new do too. not from one... or two... but three very professional hands pulling and tugging at my hair. they even made me sit in the hairdresser's chair.

see...taaaaaaadaaaaaaaaaa!

we left the place to have dinner at some kedai kopi where i finally cured my craving for nasi paprik. if we haf our milo dinosaur, they haf their milo tabur. they have mee laknat and susu carrot too. the sky was occasionally lighted up with bright greens and purples and yellow fireworks and mercun as we dined.

back at homeground, we too had the ultimate experience of playing with mercun tong. vair fuuuuuuuuuuuuun. u know, the kind that is supposed to fly off like a rocket and then pops high up in the sky. only thing was, our mercun was a bit kedi unlike the neighbour's. ours did not fly. it circled the ground. then as if with a mind of its own, moves off erratically in all directions. all the cousins and aunts and uncles, seeing the mercun doing that... scattered all over the place. so did i. it felt a bit like war. haha.

mike was obviously very dead beyond resurrection by then lah. and i din bring along his charger. the video below was all i could get. what happened after that, i shall continue another day. we almost burned the house and me down by the way. lol

need a few clues?

we cant do this where we come from

doing this is believed to ward off the evil spirits

we did it jus for fun

we did it with an empty glass nutella bottle in a tong karat

and yeah... i was burnt to the skin and now it itches

if u listen carefully u can hear my cousins going oh my gaaaawd!!

lol

i had to walk a good distance from the bus stop to my block across a park in order to get home. and just now, a huge dog was walking its owner an owner was walking his dog coming in the opposite direction from where i was heading. omg. thats not a dog. thats a wolf... at that moment, i wished i could scramble the molecules in my body and vanish. playing dead would be quite dumb coz, isnt that a game dogs play? that dog wolf might want to join in. so i froze with the party oming down straight at me 30 meters away. a part of me wanted to run but my legs wont budge, dammit! the brain was doing the crazy foresight sabotage stating a worse case scenario, if i run, the dog wolf might think i wanna play with it and run after me. so dont run. just freeze. and if possible, try to look like ur waiting for someone.

i lost all sense of practicality into trying to talk myself that its ok since its on a leash. as i was waiting for the motley duo to pass by me, a cab slowed down and did a lil honk. i signaled a no and gave the driver two thumbs up (!!) *gawd* imagine how stupid i looked doing that. henceforth, i smiled politely at the owner, scanned his wolf, thought that its actually quite pretty, decided that its about as high as my waist then found my legs again. i brisk walked home like i never brisk walked before.

mama opened the door for me when i got home and she asked me why i looked so shocked. i managed to utter 3 words to her. dog, downstairs, scared.

and i heard her laughing really hard behind me.

anyways i have decided to make school a 9 to 5 job. no matter if i start at 2.30 or end at 1.30. i will still religiously come down at 9 and promptly end at 5. my daily routine now consists of an 8 hr job i so truly love *pukes* plus an additional 4 hrs of traveling time. i need my compulsory 8 hrs of sleep every night or i cannot function properly the next day. already ive been rather ditzy with 8 hrs of sleep. imagine if i had less. not a pretty sight. this leaves me with a remainder of 4 hrs wic would be much needed for bathing, praying, putting on make up and eating. i forsee my social life diminishing at an exponentially pernicious rate. and i cant believe im actually making myself sadder by the second thinking about it.

one helluva 9 to 5 job kan. because of this, i have decided to try my best not to bring home any work. so that i can delight myself on the phone guilt free every night with dzul.

even if its for only one precious minute.

i asked a fren after we alighted, eh red or not?

she took a quick glance and said, no lah. not red. pink pink onli. pink! i whipped out my pocket mirror to check the severity of the pinkness in my eyes.

thats when she replied, oh u mean ur eyes eh? i thought u were asking about ur lips.

then on another occasion today

i asked a fren, how do you become happy?

and she thought i said, how do you become an MP?(!!!)

she went on explaining about all the rules and regulations and the rigidness of the law. i was thinking along the lines of her explaining her unhappiness with the law. u know, since i asked her how to be happy kan.

so i told her, sometimes the law is good for you. like, for example, u do not want to do ur corrections because ur lazy. but u know its good for you and its just part of the rule that u shd do it. so u do it but u just dun do it happily.

heh.

our ditzy-ness amazes me sometimes man.

 hurrah!!

i told him about the billion smses i sent him he said he got non. i told him about the number bf gave me and apparently, its not his.

yo bf! wrong number lah! so unheroic already............

rough outlines. they roughly tell you about a so and so plan and that u are supposed to help with so and so but its not confirmed yet.

let me tell you why

i would put aside the day, canceling all other plans, with the sole intention to help carry out the pseudo-plan. so i wait. and i wait and wait and wait for the maha organizer to give me a call. no call. so i sent a few billion sms-es to maha organizer. no reply. fahking irritating isnt it. im afraid if i were to go on with some other plan b, the pseudo-plan would miraculously solidify and disrupt plan b. u know.... murphy's law. so i continue to play the stupid waiting game, the excitement obviously dying exponentially.

im still waiting for maha organizer. since 11 am. 7 hrs and 13 mins exactly. between that and now, i have....

read 8 sets of lectures but understood only 2

shredded 6 pieces of paper into strips and folded 73 paper stars

cleaned the spaces between my keyboard

made a 16 cm high tower of one-cent coins by sticking double-sided tape between them

found out i have a quiz come this monday, only to realise its next next week's monday

bugged 23 people on msn

called 6 people on the phone

and realised some people are really big assholes who think only of themselves

made hot plans for saturday and im hoping it wont turn out like today

killed a few thousand ants

so there. i could have done better things today im sure.

how did your day go?

today, i had one of the most wonderful meet-ups with He. he met me all bacin and sweaty from his exercise. im sure u guys dun give a rat's ass if i find it appealing or not. (but omg i actually find it sexy! heh) clearly, his effort to ignore me failed. terribly. coz i know u miss me too and i know u rilli love me. =) i am amazed that i dont run off at the first chance i get or run away from him each time we fight. in the larger scheme of things, i guess i know why. i am still figuring him out. he throws me the curve ball once in while just enough to nudge me off kilter. like today.

today, i went over to my kid's place only to wait for over an hour for him to return home. i had to entertain his mother, who really has a boom-shake-shake-shake-the-room kind of voice. i was flinching half the time. she was telling me about his son, the one im not teaching. hes 24, works as a policeman at the airport and had been very single for very long. 5 years according to her calculations. unfortunately im not. maybe hes gay makcik, i felt like telling her. she let me taste some pengat pisang the son made. makcik, anak makcik confirm gay. pengat pisang ni sedap. of course i din tell her that either. i cancelled the lesson after an hour plus of waiting, grumpy but filled and entertained nonetheless. so ladies, her son is stable and available, cooks a mean pengat pisang and has a kick-ass mother, really. apply here if interested.

its freaking me out

ive been complaining and complaining. and nagging and nagging. and nagging. though i strongly believe that this is the alter ego doing her thang. i have a love hate relationship with my alter ego. u see, when i love her, her name is angelina. when i dont love her, her name is katie. this makes me the only person alternating between 2 alter egos named after moviestars.

one person in particular can definitely attest to this. ive been katie for a terribly long time already. so hes really ignoring me right now. and i miss him. you got that? I MISS YOU! i dreamt of him for 2 days in a row. i did make a point to remember the dreams and how similar they were. i even made a mental note reminding myself to tell him about both the dreams.  however, as of all dreams, it was almost impossible to recollect the details. all i could recall was blurred visions of a bright place full of faces and how vair kancheong spider i felt. then i found him amongst everyone else, and i remembered feeling superbly elated and very calm after that. i really miss you. =(

aneeeeeways...............

i tink ive got a nasty four year itch. ive concluded that i cannot surpass anything beyond the four year mark. i get bored easily lah so prolonging something for a long time comes with much difficulty. ive only managed to make it through one relationship before over a period of 4 yrs. then it got itchywitchyscratchywatchy. i give my walls a fresh coat of paint after every 4 years or so. and now its been 4 years that ive been in this school. and im starting to feel the itch to change.

see.... very very very bad girl

please help me

i wanna go for concerts

oasis and/or dreamtheater and/or franz ferdinand

in that order

but if i do, it would make me the poorest 23 yr old on this planet

and ive been feeling grumpy lately

im not too sure if rejecting that rather high paying job at sgh was a good move

but its done

i need to say things more than once before anybody listens to me

i need to repeat things more than that before anyone even understands

its tiring

my clothes dont fit me anymore

everything i wear makes me look frumpy

i looked a makcik-makcik today

so he said

i need to seriously do a wardrobe overhaul

where can i get nice clothes now?! grrrr..

am i thinking in spurts?

i think im thinking in spurts

some people would know that i hate to be touched repeatedly

like if u tap me on the shoulder

please please please tap me once

not tap tap tap tap tap.......... grrrrr

jus a tap would do

neither do i like being rubbed repeatedly

or squeezed repeatedly

or poked repeatedly

and if i tell u nicely to stop, please understand me

please please please do stop

unless ur retarded and since thats ur idea of fun, u dont stop

my patience is running thin for such people

especially now

wow now i know what i need to do

i need to do something about my self confidence

Sincerely,

the grumpy-frumpy-irritable-makcik-fied girl

meantime, i found this picture captioned as such.

nordin "the brain" hassan

funny kan!!...

new year trivia: what happened to adillah's hair? did she.....

a) finally pulled the naima

b) cropped it pixie short ala wynona

c) went all dark blonde

d) did the flaming red that she had always wanted

muaaahahaha. amazingly it felt good. so yay! to me. i feel very updated and rawwwring to go. 06! here i come.

anyways, the night's experience made me realise..................

i lived with a curfew through my teens. its always been those be back by 10 or else by the parents. on good days, i get to stay til 11. this went on til i was 19-ish. and i rebelled. rebelled giler. bcoz everyone else gets to go back home at 12.

its not happening now. but i feel very compelled to come home by 12 every night. ironically, its me now who gives myself the curfew. see, i do not understand me sometimes. got curfew, rebel habez. takde curfew, pepandai gi buat.

but its decided anyway. and i know i am ready for this. =)

ok.. breathe woman....... breathe.......

for something as harmless as a friendly handshake, it still wasnt acceptable. all hell broke lose one day when i had to meet my friendly malay mat course mate...... to study. for the sake of dolly the sheep, to study lah dey. not watch movie.... heh. i bet if its some other friendly cheena person, he wouldnt mind at all. i talked to that mat friend of mine and he decided to stay clear, lest any unwanted trouble should pop up. not that my friend is chicken. he (my mat friend) can headlock him (the ex) with his eyes closed and his legs tied upside down. hes vair gagah perkasa since he plays for school rugby. haha. sekali dia ketis, bertabur tulang rusuk semua.

actually he never mentioned that it was wrong. but neither did he approve of me mixing. he is always being politically correct, this ex of mine. its confusingly frustrating sometimes. on another instance, i had to make myself forget one of the few guy friends i had. i was only relatively close to him, and its really concretely as friends. i couldnt bring the ex to understand that. and i had no idea why i gave in to his outrageous requests to belittle and neglect that poor guy. befittingly said, he was jealous and possessive. yes? so i stopped mixing around and accommodated to his every demand. dunks head in pail of water....

sadly, as time went by, i realised that my friends decreased in numbers by the tenfold. either they haf started to shun away, or they jus cannot be bothered anymore, given the limitations that chained me down. to make things worse, i spent too much time with the ex that meeting up with even my girlfriends became overly sporadic. i lost the skill to socialise too and decided to be a loner. i dun blame anyone if they thought i was such a sombong asshole coz even i felt like an antisocial friendless monkey. i felt terrible. but he, ladidadida.... on the other hand..... ladidadidaaa , secretly made new friends with another girl.

he pushed me down the stairs then ran down after me to the bottom to stab me some more, just in case. 2 years ago, it felt like that. teeheehee... drama-mama sey. like totally.

its funny now, thinking how juvenile everything was. u cannot blame us. when we were 17, we thought that if we just think hard enough for the things we want, we might get our way. we were stupid then ey. after 5 years, and very much the wiser now, i have patched things up with the measly few friends that i had. and made a few dozen more. thats the best part. i can do that now. its hard to unlearn wat had been learnt of course. but i grew a backbone. and i grew up. i hope he grew up too.

like woww woman... why the stupid long entry? because everyone wants/needs to know. sheeeesh. *rolls eyes*

someone needs to go find an identity

you need to stop sounding so brabishly similar tau

please

but before i go on, look at wat both of us caught sight of. ooooh lalaaa..

so thats how they do it ey...

i know snails are hermaphrodites. no its not some greek goddess. it means that snails are both male and female. not bad eh my general knowledge. hur hur hur. so i thought, since they can produce both spermatoza and ova, they should have the ability to inbreed and self fertilize and skip the jiggy process altogether. i was wrong balls. these two are definitely getting jiggy with it.

i googled around a bit and found out that their reproductive organs...... are on their heads (!!). its the whitish organ sticking out *points to picture*. they use this to thrust chalky lurrrrve-darts into the other snail. dats what i call using your head. snails take hours courting before they finally mate. quite fast given for something that moves that slow. contrary to us, humans take years to court so if i were a snail, id feel lucky. but then again, who wants an *ahemm* sticking out of his head kan.. he was demonstrating to me his rendition of a snail kiss. and we were imagining how slow the thrust of the lurrrrve-darts would be. heh. we're just creative, ok.

however, thats not the thing that got us excited. we're not that sick. tsk tsk tsk, you noti people. let me present the sweetest mess we ever ever had.

come to mama and papa...

thats swenson's banana crumble served in a kuali, i like. unlike other days, today it was him badly craving for the sweet chow coz he radically dreamt of eating it the other night. the sugar turned out to be too overwhelming for him he said he could feel it running tru his blood. so exaggerative one this guy.

we then headed to the waterfront to visit a confused friend of ours, the merlion.

why does it have to spit water anyway? and how does it swim? does it even swim in the first place or does it just bobble up and down? urm... shd i even question its reproduction process? i still dont get it yo.

GROUP B
England
Paraguay
Trinidad & Tobago
Sweden

GROUP C
Argentina
Ivory Coast
Serbia & Montenegro
Holland

GROUP D
Mexico
Iran
Angola
Portugal

GROUP E
Italy
Ghana
USA
Czech Republic

GROUP F
Brazil
Croatia
Australia
Japan

GROUP G
France
Switzerland
South Korea
Togo

haaarktuii.. wheres my turkey lah deiii...

my nightly phone ritual has got to be the one favourite thing i anticipate fervidly every night. we wld update each other of our day even when the day was spent together. we wld talk about the qualms and quarrels and the stupid fun we had, irritate the hell out of each other, dream a little of the future, then irritate each other a little bit more. i tend to have my head in the clouds and he tends to blow his own trumpet more than half the time. thankfully enough we are very helpful creatures. i will keep him grounded when hes blowing his horns too loudly whilst he, will gleefully burst my bubble when i start to float too high.

we rarely drag our phone calls hence naturally eliminating the awkward silences. its usually short but sweet and thats just the way i like it. theres always more things that can be said tomorrow. occasionally, id ask him for the secret password before i allow him to put down the phone only to annoy him. i love do this especially when he needs to eagerly put down the phone for some important toilet business or ibu business. heh. yes, we do irritate the heck out of each other, but we still know when to cut the crap. kirakan.... kita ok lah kan =)

tonight we kept our chat brief since he had an early interview tomorrow. so i peterpan-ned the night away and decided that i would put ariel aside and go for ukie instead. gimme gimme ukie anytime!

so i think ive jus developed a fourth favourite ritual. ukie darling... kamu ni scorching hot banget sih!! *faints*

ok lar its not. i know u guys are too clever to fall for it.

(laugh now)

but that tree really bears the uncanny resemblance.

lovely aint it darling?

if there was any soul who bitched behind my back, i wouldnt do the same thing. nah. once again im not saying im good. my mantra was never to be a bitch to another bitch. you will only be the bigger bitch. woman, wat the fak.

its important to me that i shd be good to other people. do unto others wat you want others to do unto you. vair cliche lah. vair bullshit too. i realise no matter how good u try to treat others, most will just take you for granted.

the point is, i am tired of being accommodating. im definitely tired of saying its ok when its not. i am tired of being so patient. i am tired of trying to salvage situations by not blowing things out of hand. i am tired of getting taken forgranted. all. the. frikin. time.

its a dog eat dog world. make way for the new monster. hello.

we were on our way to find playfair road today. but got relatively lost and ended up in an old familiar place instead. the place had changed much since i had last remembered it 18 years ago. how tempted i was to venture into the neighbourhood. just for the heck of it. but i was terribly afraid it would make you upset. already i got us both lost from finding playfair road where u have to send in ur modem for repair. the main agenda actually. plus you were yawning 10 times every 15 seconds. so i resisted. and we hailed a cab instead. if it had been the old me, i would have ventured into the area anyways. it could have been fun.

i need something or perhaps someone mentally challenging and enriching. i want to start painting again. take mimi my camera out and go crazy taking macro shots. it sucks to do these things alone.

as you can see, i am in dire need of a lifestyle overhaul.

would be seeing blue-er skies ahead now ladies and gents. lol.

baju kau, tailor jahit eh?..... mesti lah! tak kan cobbler......

hehe..

ok lah dowan to talk so much. enjoy the pictures

then.... i had my blardeeee cramps. the boleh pecah kan tembok rumah kind of cramps. its not helping me that i had on my tight kebaya lah. so i went into my cousin's room, ripped off the buttons and jumped on her bed. i kid you not. the pain was excruciating lah damit. all the blood felt like it had left my body i swear. then my aunt started giving me a nice foot rub and it worked! so the next time anyone has terrible cramps, ask someone to give u a foot rub, especially on the balls of ur feet between the toes.

no point pressing on ur abs she said, coz it will only exert more pain on the area. i bet it involved some reflexology mumbojumbo but wateva lah. it sure did do me some good.

i guess now its time to get a life with my frens, my family and my lover. and to spend all the raya money that i had shamelessly collected on things that i might not even need.

she tried her full frontal hand smack stance.. and succeeded. hmph.. beginners luck... totally....

then i guess she didnt want to stretch her hands too much. takot sleeve koyak. so she made do with her incredible flying tissue stance

even with my superb crouching ular sawa blocking stance she still managed to go pass muna and executed her prodigious blowing tissue in the wind stance. hanya kau! saja yg boleh buat....

pas tu ini dah main kasar habis! pakai kipas! korang tak baik ah!

and yang ini dah termasuk angin apa ni?

oooooooh... takot kucing ker lu minah?

but dun worry she doesnt always look like that. presenting our very own sweet su.

muaaaahahahahahaaahahaa! with friends like these.. my dream of becoming soft spoken is maha tak menjadi ah! totally....

how high are they?

how hot are we???

it only happens once a year that we dress up and colour our faces jus so we can go to each others houses to drink and eat til our stomachs screams no! for details on how kecoh, mabuk dan hap-pening the trip was, please go here

when others clearly dont giffabug

so i started pseudo-swimming laps today whilst pseudo-swearing.

pseudo-swearing is not to exactly to swear out loud but to jus swear in ur head.

and pseudo-swimming laps means to jus swim in the shaded areas, knowing me

but i think i reverted to crazy-swimming and crazy-swearing

coz i decided that all the pseudo shitz wasnt really helping me clear my shakes

full lap butterfly, then frog style.

then freestyle, then breast stroke

then its my favourite hantam-bochai style...

cool down with backstroke.

and swear out loud at every chance u get ur head up for air

right stroke, gulps air, fuck!

left stroke, gulps air, fuck!

like that.........

best

some days i jus feel like crowing fuckledoodledoooo lah

ok econs is beckoning

i shd stop my pseudo-studying and do some crazy-studying already

we started out all prim and proper to su's place, most of us arriving an hour plus or so later than the promised time. the tardiness is normal really. gincu & goal at her place introduced us to the handsome segala! ashraf sinclair. since we couldnt finish the movie, we brought it along with us to ain's house.

found muna's "fake house" on our way to her real house. we got lost finding the right floor. padahal.. we go to her place every year. heh. our muna ada? question was answered by a surprised maid who looked pretty overwhelmed by our presence. di sini takde orang yang nama muna... masok lah. hahaha! i cant believe she still invited us in despite us being strangers.

then its off to syda's new place after that. the place that everyone was dying to go to. caaaaaantikkk... mee dier pon... sedaaaaaaap. everyone got damn jakun with her camera coz u can see urself taking a picture of your own self. that camera brought our already extreme degree of camera whoring to a whole new level tau. then there was some matchmaking chit chat when su decided she wanted to marry off wan's older sis by pairing her up with adlin's roti buying brother. but alas, her bro was too young for wan's sis. so adlin suggested that she marry her older, lorry driving cousin instead.

anyways huda served us this reallleeee delicious hazelnut coffee at her place which she brewed fresh from the pot. with cinnamon. vair designer. saya suka! by the way, if ur reading this huda, ur thongs are still with me beb! one long one and two short ones kan?

we crossed the street over to my place next. had the house totally to ourselves. served sabsuka and chocolate fondue with strawberries and banana. all hell broke lose when all 11 sugar high and choco induced girls turned hyperactive all of a sudden. we talked with chocolate on our teeth but who cares! a hen night was planned. and it was decided that we would invite a couple of firemen, policemen in berets with rifles who knows their drills and army dudes. all uniform clad and blindfolded. kinky kan!  ooooohhhlaalaaaa... the policemen... gimme gimme! haha! once again, we took pictures like there was no tomorrow. and by the end of it, everyone was sweating truck loads.

i had to bade farewell to them when they left my house since i needed to *pukes* study. the day was thoroughly enjoyable though. been so long since i laughed that much and that hard. till we meet again my pweeeeteeee friends!! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!