my daily one hour train rides are far from boring lately. a recent train ride i took from one end of the country to the other, inspired this entry. and in lieu of the festive season, eye candy madness u know. thank you my lucky stars! guys in baju kurung really look damn gorgeous dont they. less the fact that they are much much younger than me, but takper lah, i love boyish charms. its easy to pick out the couples. they try their very best to sport matching outfits. and im dead sure they try their very best. it jus feels too faux pas for me though. even when mama asked if we would want to go boria this year, i condemn the idea followed by my sister's agreeing echos.

digression. anyway, lerplerp names.....

i was on a mission for the weird and the funny. a reason to giggle myself silly. somehow, i cringe when i hear couples calling each other baby. macam gross. i overheard one of the couples calling each other bonda dan kanda. a beefy blonded guy called his whiny karat-haired girl shooooshoooo... the girl calls him... dooodoooo... and get this, kuat-kuat! like they have the whole world to tell. i kid you not. another girl was calling his gangster-fied tatood bfriend kochang. wateva that might mean. or maybe i overheard her wrongly. maybe wat she really said was oi kacang!

a friend said that he wont call his ex gfriend by the "lerplerp name" he gave her. i asked him what but he wont tell. ceh! my guess is its "baby". hehehe! anyway he said he finds it inappropriate partly coz  he feels that its undeserving for her to be addressed by him affectionately like in the past. since, he said, there are no more feelings between him and her anymore. they are jus normal platonic friends. and she should be treated like a normal friend. point taken.

personally, i feel that if you still have tendencies to want to address exes by the affectionate name like you used to, clearly, you have not gotten over the change even though you might be very fond of calling him or her that once upon a time. u dont continue calling a piece of paper, paper still, if it had been crushed up rite. u call it rubbish. same concept applies. accept that things change.

the rosy cheeked and bright eyed nephew. andika and his mom.

we taught this korean celup baby to say anyong haseyo and gamsa hamnida. and gave him a tanjak since his name was so pahlawan-ish.

i tink we made him confused.

c'mon andika! hana! tul! set! gamsa hamnida!!!

apsal bila kita tension, kita makan?

bab....... bila kita makan....

kita happy....

bila happy....

mana ada tension!

ada betol? betooooooooooool...

ok.

after saying so much irrelevant and disclaiming so many uninteresting facts about what i did, wic im sure u guys dont give a rat's ass about, this is what i actually wanna share with you people

haagen daz chocolate fondue. and thats the portion for one. a lot tau...

he paid for the movie tix as he had promised. and then we realised we had 45 minutes to kill before the show. the spark of spontaneity somehow got us that night i guess. we saw people dipping relentlessly into huge cups of irresistible chocos. indisputably enticed, we sat our butts down to have some. and i had to pay for it. a case of tipah tertipu coz i tot the night would be on him. monetarily, we were even  lah. shish.

anyway, max brenner, you are so last season. i gotta give it to haagen daz for having the nuts. and its not jus fruits that u get to dip. u get 3 balls of 4 flavours of ice cream, chocolate, strawberry, coffee and my favourite macadamia. we were pleasantly surprised at the portion presented to us. coz having getting used to max brenner's measly fondue ensemble, we expected something along those puny amounts. oh tapi tidak! (puts hand on forehead) sadly i couldnt take too much of the sinful concoction so i busied myself getting trigger happy. check out haagen daz's most satisfied customer for the day.

anyone who saw us eat would haf shaken their head in disapproval. this couple in cahoots confirm cannot dine at fancy restaurants. messy segala! and he literally slurped the chocos up like mee kuah panas. i took a lick and thats it. the cocoa got me. i was swearing my fate half the time.

we watched zorro by the way. thoroughly enjoyable. and now im inspired to learn to ride a horse. like really ride a real horse. not some kedi-fied horsey at the zoo. then when im really good at it, i wanna be the first person to go to europe from singapore on horseback.... heh.

and so many pics to pass around to so many people.

but now its... toot-toot toodoot toot-toot sahur time!

Even though I complain sometimes, it said, it's because I'm the heart of a person,

and people's hearts are that way.

People are afraid to pursue their most important dreams,

because they feel that they don't deserve them,

or that they'll be unable to achieve them.

We, their hearts,

become fearful

just thinking of loved ones who go away forever,

or of moments that could have been good but weren't,

or of treasure that might have been found but were forever hidden in the sands.

Because, when these things happen,

we suffer terribly.

Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist

to my frens going tru the roughest patch,

So, surely with every hardship comes relief,

Surely, with hardship comes relief

Suraah Inshirah

embrace that mantra....

and i was upset coz.... oh well, nevermind. thats besides the point anyways

bottomline is im sorry im sorry im sorry

i walked ard after that feeling like an old, ugly bitch monster

i think im jus depressed from my exams

so this is me acting erratically

but wateva, the thing is....

taking it out on you was undeniably terrible of me

even though i was genuinely upset over the comment

however, u wanting to meet me just after u finished with work

even though u were really really tired

cancelled out every single nasty comment i heard

coz that meant so much more than anything else that happened today

u looked very much like a wrinkled raisin when ur tired u know that?

come to think of it.. mcm prune bonyok pon ada ah

ok laaah ok laah.. a very handsome prune bonyok

hehe hehe..

my poor thing

wateva was said, i really really really dun mean it

i was being so damm spoiled rotten

please accept my humble apologies

-your little depressed puffer fish-

mama was saying, abah straightaway put on his shades coz he din want her to recognize him....

then, abah said, oh mama lagi terror! she wore her helmet and put down the visor! and they were at blk merah ramadhan bazzar.

so if anyone happen to be there yesterday, and saw a makcik with a helmet on her head, visor down, and another member beside her wearing shades looking like her bodyguard, going around buying kuih-muih and air katirah, thats my mom and my dad.

nontheless u cured my year long crave for mee briyani today. thank you mister steward. so kuasa of u to go down bussorah street again to get it. and thankfully enough, managed to get some. if not.. buang karen kan!

every fork full was worth it. coz when u crave for something for a whole year, and u finally get some, its definitely sedap nak mampos...

no wince on his face, he still could stand. .

cast his love for me he did, my fren

my heartfelt gratitude i would like to extend

ok laaaaa... i am a hopeless rhymer. i remembered writing a pantun about awan in sec 2 malay class jus a few years back

awan...

berkepul-kepulan

seperti bunga

binatang dan cendawan

itulah awan....

something like that. but im not here to write about my poetry writing deficiencies lah. i jus want to know what i can do with the hand.

so...........

trivia number 1: what can i do with the hand?

as an indispensable book end?

a hook for all my harta karun....?

a spectacle holder i bet... no?

a nose picker/head scratcher/ear digger maybe??

contrary to what he gave me, i gave him an initialed handkerchief and a hp pouch with his name embroidered on it. so boring rite! a handkerchief is still a handkerchief no matter how u use it. and a pouch will forever be a pouch u see. oi woman! so boring lah you!

im developing a secret love for lomography and holgas. although i think aesthetically, holgas are the ugliest looking cameras in the world. but the pictures they take are beyond comparison to how they look on the outside. to the uninformed, u guys should go here

and for being my wonderfool chauffeur going around arab street like crazy looking for a tailor whos still accepting tempahan. and for that buka at johor. i got myself another kain to match with the bag. typical of me to impulse buy like that. but i like....

so...... by my definition, the group includes jus some of her numerous exes, a few girlfriends and a number of her acquaintances. they have told me about her infamous social prowess, her knack for breaking up, breaking up other people that is, her wild social life of being surrounded by guys and guys only, her flair for sexy clothes screaming "guys! i am walking! look at me!", yadayadayada u know, i know. i thought it wise not to trust their incredulous tales, coming from her bitter exes, her jealous girlfriends and her general acquaintances who are bitter and jealous and... well, probably dont even know what they are talking about. so i stuck it out for her. i told her exes not to be bitter, her girlfriends that they are jus being unreasonably jealous, and the others that they probably dont know what they are actually talking about. i spoke  in her defence, that helen, is in actual fact, a really nice person.

but holy kemama! guess what... hurricane helen had decided to hit close to home. i feel gutt sick now. like theres a million other hurricanes in the core of my stomach going round and round and round and round. i feel so sick for defending her wic i now find terribly undeserving.

helen wont go out with your boy lah. why should she rite? but more importantly, y should he?! tekkkkkk.. wrong! are u sure helen went out with another guy when she was still with you? maybe u jus paranoid lah. tekkkkkkkkkkkk.. wrong! helen is a really nice person. tekkkkkkkkkkkkk.. sungguh wrong segala!!

actually i feel sick-er for being proven wrong the wrong way lah. thats the main point i wanna put across actually. ok.. so maybe some parts are jus me being in denial coz i refuse to believe what they told me. but the point is, i want to think nicely of her. and to be proven wrong when you are trying to do something nice saddens me to the core. let me repeat... to the corrrrrrrrrre! so ever since she had decided to hit too close to home, i have since believed that the tales of hurricane helen are verily true after all. certified and chopped! u poor poor thing...

i know i am not suppose to have such sentiments especially now during the blessed fasting month. but still. as they say bitches die hard. whoops  i jus said the b word. haha. have a good week yah guys!

substituting my oreo cookie base with an ice-cream cone instead. ice-cream cupcakes anyone?

so u can say today is my lembik day. lembik like tahu. i watched goal and i cried. goal OK. its a macho soccer story for goodness sake. then santiago scored and i almost cried too. ooooooooooooh santi santi santi. then when i went back, i saw the palestinian quake on the news. and i cried again. kan kan kan... lembik macam tahu seyyy....

i got the whole suit at less than half the price since amazingly, i managed to squeeze my really lumpy body into the largest size for kids. if i had asked for a size one notch higher, it would have cost me 80 more dols. one of the perks of  being my size (and my height). u wear clothes with a smaller price tag - if ur lucky enough. next on the list would be that kurung siti zubaidah. whut?? uhhh... i shall explain another day.

anyway some kind of an excuse for a lion/vampire decided to happily happily angrily angrily bite me on my left arm. and left me with a nasty souvenir as a symbol of his unconditional love amidst all the fury. but id rather think of it as my battle scar. fight! fight! fight!

ps: next time wanna gigit kasi signal sikit.. jgn suddenly ngap ok. thank you.

pps: good luck with your job hunting. and lu rawk my world baybeh lu raaaawk! =)

on another note, i have jus exposed my inner most soul to someone who.... i am not too sure can take it.

fuckledoodledooo.

i cannot afford a break now even though i think i have been mugging like a mad cow. but somehow i feel i have lost the propensity to retain information. i could do it when i was 16. hence the last minute muggings that i always pull. and succeed. but its getting tougher to mug at the last minute nowadays when i forget what i haf read after a few sentences. and it takes away too much of the time to re-read. but i do anyways. so what i could have finished in an hour or less when i was 16, i can only pull it in double time now. nothing to be proud of. and i have fifteen dols left to my name for the whole month. wic means, i cannot afford anything. but i need a break! bummer sia...

so hows everyone doing?

Se7en things that (will) scare me:

1. cicak of all bangsa

2. when i finally decide to cross the road sans using the pedestrian, and after checking that all is clear, a car suddenly zooms out of nowhere and hits me, or not. ok nvm if it hits me or not. the thought is scary still

3. only one kind of ghost, the pocong.

4. putting in 110% of my everything but only to be played out in the end. and realise that my efforts were frivolous to begin with. eh this shd be scary thought numero uno ah.

5. sms-ing whilst walking

6. when im driving and finally decides to filter lane, signal signal, right mirror check, rear mirror check, all clear. and then a car suddenly zooms out of nowhere and hits me. or not. haha. so i realise its resembling to my scary thought number 2. contrary to that,  i think this thought is scarier though.

7. being in a place with alot alot alot of people. come to think of it, guess i will feel more irritated than scared lah. heh

Se7en things I like the most:
 

1. right now its experimental cooking. thats another term for masak campak-campak/gasak-gasak
2. sad mellow songs that get their point across

3. a nice quite place. somewhere away from the crowds.... with taufik batisah.. (read: scary thought no. 7)

oklah oklah.. dzul pon jadi laaaah... tak kasi chance lah korang ni...

4. the 5 C's: Kg Chai Chee's Corn Cheese Crab

5. baby smell. the manja-manja-masam smell. i loike

6. amazingly, its studying. lucky number six.

7. and last but not least, a dzul faadly special *sticks out tongue*

Se7en most important things in my room:
 

1. doood, its gotta be the mirror

2. my bursting wardrobe. if it can talk, the only word it prolly repeat a million times would definitely be help!

3. laptop

4. phone

6. tv and all its peripherals

7. my uber comfortable excuse for a bed

Se7en random facts about me:
 

1. i have a lot of moles on the face

2. i freckle

3. i used to think that when u bury the dead, the tombstone sprouts out. like how u plant a seed and the shoots grow. same concept.

4. i have a gold cert in swimming.. hows that for a random fact?

5. i suffer from detrimental life-or-death situations post chocolate consumption....

6. i am, in actual fact, a misunderstood, horrible, green monster

7. i aspire to be a model one day...... hahahahaha!! *blueks* now that is dammm random

Se7en things I plan to do before I die:

1. repent and perform haj (copy sikit lah from ain)

2. get married, haf lots of cute kids. then ask my kids to get married so that i can haf even cuter grandchildren.

3. marry someone whos willing to take me to see the world, guide me proper in my faith, and hopefully love me as much as i do him. insya allah yer

4. bungeeeeeeeeeeee-eeee-eee-e-eeeeee-eeeee

5. i really want that job at the airport where u say, "announcing the arrival of flight sq97636355" or somewhere along those lines. i realllleeee want that job.

6. it sucks to always take all the time. so id want to return something back to society. rite now i jus dunno how lah. but id figure.
7. seek forgiveness

Se7en things I can do:

1. eh....

2. benda

3. ni

4. susah

5. ah

6. nak

7. answer!!!!!!!!!!!

Se7en things I can't do:

1. i cant play tennis

2. i cant get abah to trade his bike for a murano no matter how hard i try

3. i cant seem to get that piece of dirt wedged between the G and the H

4. i cant cook/clean/sew.. yeah... im very undomestic

5. Soil Mechanics tutorial 4 question 3

6. the whole stuctures tutorial on Moment Area Method, that sucks

7. i cant stop rock and roll.... no i cant do that.

Se7en words I say the most:

1. eh!!

2. eh??

3. oi..

4. for real?

5. apajerr...

6. apa case ni...

7. apasey....

Se7en celeb crushes:

1. Jonathan Taylor Thomas.. donkey, monkey, turkey years ago

2. Richard Gere.. yeah that old man is so charming

3. Alex Lundquist.. is that how u spell ur sexy name, luv?

4. David Trezeguet the hot frenchie playaaa

5. Jamie Oliver... number one... coz he can cook dammit! and number two... coz he decides to cook naked daaaaaaaaaamit.

ok.. i need to skip 6 & 7 coz i cant think of anymore crushes.

Se7en people I'll love to see doing this:
 

1. ana... coz i wanna add colour to ur life in the office

2. muna

3. beda

4. farhana

5. miza

6. zainab..... coz wat are the odds that u lovely girlfriends of mine wont return the favour.. *grrrrins*

7. dzul.... jus because................ =)

i did realise that i have been keeping in my breath for the longest time whilst doing this. vair tiring lah this questionaire. k dah. may the boogie be with you
 

you shd see the rest. ok or maybe not.

a whole lump of people, with a whole lotta good majlis fooood.. and more guys behind the cam.

the plan was to have a gathering for food before puasa. coz thats when the mugging and the starving starts. and then all of us wont even have time for each other. anyways the whole lump of us took up the entire back space of majlis so it felt somewhat like a private party. we got wanky, hot and raunchy after huge doses of shisha smoke. im not lying i swear. ive got pictures to prove. but putting them up would be too detrimental. im jus doing mankind a great big favour u see.