Fuck

Oh God. Something happened last night. I thought it was nothing.


This morning I woke up I feel weird.


Just got back from seeing the doctor.


He is sending me to the hospital.


Fuck!


Later.

Quick updates

1. Due to lacking self consciousness, my face is full of zits. Ugly zits. They hurts too, they are hurting my face and hurting my heart. Ha!




2. My eye bags are getting bigger and I look cuter than panda, thanks to my dark circle around my eyes. Anybody want to adopt a panda? :P




3. I now weight 34 kg, more heavier than a kambing. What's more pathetic, all my sarung nangka skirts had made me seen as if I am competing for acara berlari dalam guni whenever I wear them.




4. I walked passed a barcode which is located in the same building as my office. Barcode's door is made of glass so you can see your reflection and I can see my butt.Oh my.Bontotku sudah lenyap. Damn. No, I don't have any pic's of my bontot yang telah lenyap.




5. I had forgiven my ex, the one who forgot where he put his balls.





6. I'm still considering about the Jakarta trip this January. Jakarta, Bandung, Bali..sound tempting but my workloads are piling up.




7. Found my lost stila lipstick, along with a pot of rouge, an eyeshadow brush and my dongle. They are all for all this while crying under my bed. Poor babies, they must be damn scared under that murky place.




8. Oh, I also found my long lost feng shui ring. Used to wear it on my other finger but now had to wear it on my index finger. I am waiting for my luck to come. Hoho




9. Am spying on a fabulous shoes, will get it next month. Me likeyy.




10. Fire..fire..someone is playing with fire.Tempting but bahayaaaaaaa. [rhyme tak?:P]
    
    

Racist

Somewhere last week, my office had a Christmas party. We had turkey and pizza. Being the only one muslim, I was a bit reluctant to eat the turkey. Not because of the turkey shape or whatever but I was having doubts about the status of the turkey. Semebelih ke tak, siapa masakla..pakai minyak apa hu?Oven tu ada ke orang tu buat masak binatang-binatang lain?Euww. But I had my share anyway with the stuffing and cranberry sauce. The stuffing tasted funny though, it tasted like kapur barus. Don't asked me how kapur barus taste but I just know.


Anyway, we had 3 new colleagues and one of them is Indian, who sat beside me. I used to tilt my head up from my cubicle and talked to my neighbour Nicole who is kind of cool and love to gossip and talked craps like but now that didn't happen anymore.Nicole moved to other place already. I don't have anything against her or her race really but there's one thing she said made me not talking to her.


During the Christmas party I was telling my colleagues that I never had a real turkey except for turkey ham. And why the hell should I need a whole turkey for?Buat turkey masak lemak? Then the new colleague was telling me a story.


"You know, few years back my family invited some of our neighbours for Christmas party including the Malays. So we had turkey and all. We serve the turkey to the makciklah but they are so weird, you see. They asked for sambal belacan to eat with the turkey! I was thinking what kind of people eat turkey with sambal belacan and where to get sambal belacan at that time?" Oh, she was snorting when she said this and mind you, we had no alcoholic drinks coz eheh..everybody sort of respect me.


I was thinking to say something nasty because I was offended instead I just stared at her face and continued typing. No. No, shall not start a bitch fight at the office.


I mean hello, at the first place if they are that type of Malay, they wouldn't even come to the Christmast party.Ape ke jadah nak sambut Christmast? And what's wrong wanting sambal with turkey? Aku suke je sambal belacan. At least we are proud of who we are. The Malays who eat sambal. What's wrong with that? You bloody tell melah!


I was angry not because I was ashamed that my race asked for sambal belacan to eat with turkey. Not at all. But I was angry because I simply hate racist.


Tengok..pagi-pagi dah emo..
Sheesh

Mamak marketing

It's raining..and I'm working. The office is 3/4 empty but I'm sitting on my desk thinking wouldn't it be nice to snuggle under my blanket at this moment.


Not going to happen, I know. Instead I have to pretend to be busy today. Hah!


Nway, last weekend, I was checking the mailbox [manala tau ada orang nak kasik surat dekat aku.Haha]only to find a flyer from a mamak stall. The thing is they stated EPL schedule which is not a big thing. Ni tapinye siap buat macam intisari rancangan. Hari sekian-sekian nak tayang sape lawan sape. I was sengih-sengih while reading the advert."Big Screen TV".It was not the cheap kind of flyers. Was made from some expensive hard paper, full coloured. Stok kalau kene hujan, masuk dalam longkang, gerenti tak basah.


Gigih sungguh mamak itu.


Then my bro told me about another mamak stall which is a supporter for Liverpool. Siapa masa game datang pakai jersey Liverpool, nanti dapat teh ais free. Haha, gile best.


Keji betul marketing diorang ni.


Nasib baikla rumah aku ada astro, tayah gi mamak.


Eceh, macamlah tengok bola pon.


Poyo.

Meow meow MJ

You know one thing make me wondering is my cat M.J[Bukan Micheal Jackson ok]. Usually she is the social butterfly. She will go out and go lepaking and she will only return when it's dark or she will have some sleepover somewhere else. Very stubborn cat she is, everytime when I want to manja with her and call her to my lap, she will throw me the 'eksyen' look and walk away or pretend that she's busy licking her fur.But the lemak-ness smell of her perut make me want her more.


But recently something miracle happened. She didn't even get out at all since Hari Raya. All she did was sit at home and she even jump to my lap, purring. Then guling-guling her body, allowing me to kiss her yummy perut.No more eksyen- eksyen. God, I sooo love her.


What happenlah? After thinking so hard I made my own conclusion. Perhaps in the cat's society they have this thing like human. You know like badan polis, badan bomba and all sorts of pekerjaanlah.I mean they have their own bureaucracy. So I suspected that my M.J had committed a crime that she is now wanted by the police of cats. It's like in human lifelah, if you commit a crime you wouldn't want to go out in case the police find you and also you will feel insecure . That's explain why she wants to manja-manja with me so much.


Revelent ke tak relevent?


Whatever it is M.J. Kakak loves you sooooooooooo much. Please don't leave kakak alone.


Nanti kita main guling-guling lagi ok?


To all my human friends, Merry Christmast and Happy Holiday!

The garang makcik

When the clock strike 2.30, everyday I would go to the basement to perform my zuhur prayer. There's nothing interesting to be seen around that area. The condition of the surau is nothing to be proud of and the people there talked too loud even when there is somebody else performing their prayer. Yet, there is something that I look forward to.


There is this makcik. She has a very garang face but cute to me coz her face resembles to an exotic breed of cat which I like so much. Also, her face reminds me of someone I adore. The thing is with this makcik she loves to give me a stare. I dunno whether there is something wrong with me or it's her nature that she loves to stare [perhaps there's something wrong with melah kot sbb die takde pon stare orang lain].


Apa salah saya makcik?


She would stare at me from my first step into the surau until I folded my sejadah. The thing is we always pray side by side. I always choose to pray next to her or it's the other way around. She even stares while I was performing my prayer. Ye, Nampak macam aku tak kusyu' but it was so damn obviouslah ok. Sampai senget-senget kepala dia.


But you know what? I like her. For no reason. I really like her. I mean she never open her mouth, she never smile but she never waste any time lepaking in the surau. She just stare, pray, folded her telekung and sejadah , stare again, comb her hair, put some facial product, stare and left.


Never at once I saw her smile. I always find the opportunity to smile to her. Talking to her would be something. But how to do so when each time I tried to make eye contact, she would look at some other direction.


And yesterday, on my way to take my wudhu' I passed her by. I looked straight into her eyes and smiled.


To my surprise, she smiled back. Even it doesn't really looked like a proper smile but still her lips tilted up, creating a beautiful smile.


She made my day.
Just as simple as that.

Perempuan- perempuan bodoh

From far I could see someone with tudung in my house yard. Even though it is almost 1 year we didn't see each other but her posture still stay vividly in my mind. Since I was fasting I asked her to stay for dinner.


"Why didn't you call, like always?"
"Saje nak jumpa kau.Lama tak jumpa"


After eating my pair of eyes met her eyes. "So what's up, you must have something important to tell me or else you won't be on my doorstep"


"I came to you because I know you won't judge me and you won't say anything hurtful". With that she shows me an ugly bruise on her porcelain arm. Revolting. I staggered.


"He did that to you? He shouldn't have, he has no right to hit you".
"I know but he apologized. Please don't say anything bad about him. Whatever happens he is the one I chose to spend my life with"


I frowned. Other people would probably let out spiteful cursing to see one of their close friends in that condition but just say that I understand her feeling. Or perhaps I know how does it feel to be in her shoes. Not as in exact way but alike. Saying nasty thing about her loved ones wouldn't help, it will only hurt her more.


"Perempuan bodoh" I said to her.
"Hah, engkau pon sama"


With that we laughed as if nothing happened.


Some women were educated up to the highest level but somehow because of 4 magic letters they become injudicious.


It's not that they can't think clearly. They understand that they are not supposed to be treated that way but to them, ah..come what may, I can still handle it. I rather be hurt physically rather than emotionally.


Come what may.


Foolish. The heart is still breathing even though there would be thousands bruises. The feeling is still blooming even though there would be thousands of words that stabbed like sharp knives. Despite the ache, that single name would not be missed in every single prayer, hoping God will bless him with best things He could offer.


As a friend who loved her with full of my heart, I should have advice her to do the right thing but who am I to say when at the end of the day she is the one who is going to make the decision, she is the one who wants to live her life.


"He shouldn't do that to you"


She sighed. Perhaps saying I know.


"I love him"


I smiled.
I know my friend,
I so know.

Casting

Hi.Nama saya chics. Beberapa hari yang lepas saya mendapat panggilan telefon dari seorang kawan. Dia menyuruh saya pergi casting sebagai host bagi satu rancangan yang diterbitkan oleh syarikat abangnya. Mungkin kawan saya itu sudah hilang akal walaupun ini bukan kalii pertama dia menyuruh saya berbuat demikian. Tentulah saya tidak mahu kerana saya tidak mahu memperkotak-katikkan diri sendiri di khalayak ramai. Lagi pun saya tidak ada muka commercial, muka saya adalah lebih kearah kejawaan [oh, mungkin itu rancangan untuk org jawa]. Saya tidak mahu dikeji oleh masyarakat tambahan pula saya tidak pandai bercakap benda-benda yang berinformasi tetapi kalau ada kuiz yang berunsur keji mungkin saya agak bijak.


Mungkin anda semua pernah pergi jalan-jalan di shopping mall dan disapa oleh amoi cina dari advertising agency. Kadang-kadang amoi itu memakai skirt pendek tetpai kalau anda kurang bernasib baik, mereka akan pakai jeans. Mereka akan tulis nama dan amik no telefon. Beberapa hari kemudian, mereka akan call dan cakap anda terpilih untuk menjadi talent company mereka.Taaapiii..kene bayar macam-macam, kene beli kasut putihla..set mekap entah hape brandla..bla..bla..


Kejilah.Dahla nak suruh aku datang, lepas tu nak suruh aku bayar pulak.ceh


Tapi sebenarnya saya pernah pegi casting. Sewaktu itu umur saya 23 tahun, saya masih lagi gebu pada waktu itu[haha]. Tujuan asal kami ialah untuk memonteng kelas Software Engineering dan pergi berpoye-poye di Midveli. Tetapi salah seorang housemate saya tiba-tiba teringat yang dia sepatutnya menghadiri casting hari itu. Maka kami serumah pon pergi bersama menemaninya ke production house yang terbabit. Saya tak ingat sangat tempat itu sebab saya asyik memikirkan tenpayakki yang sedap di midveli. Dalam kesibukan saya mengoncentrate, housemate saya itu keluar dari bilik rakaman dan berjalan kearah saya.


"Brader tu suruh kau masukla"
"Tanakla, tak retila aku.Gile ape"
"Pegi jela bodo"


Abang India itu telah mula memanggil, dengan lemah saya pergi sebab housemate saya itu sudah bising. Lagipun kami menumpang teduh kereta dia, saya tidak mahu disuruh berjalan ke Midveli dengan skirt ala-ala ikan duyung itu.


Mula-mula dia berkata mereka sedang casting untuk iklan MTV. Wah, jadi Donita Roselah aku[haha]. Tetapi setelah dia meneliti saya dia berkata saya lebih sesuai berlakon iklan kereta untuk pasaran India. Apakahhhhhh maksud kata-kata abang itu? Kalau saya memikirkan sedalam-dalamnya mungkin saya akan berasa marah jadi saya buat- buat tak faham sahaja.


Saya telah disuruh supaya berlakon seperti baru keluar dari kereta dan tiba-tiba diserang oleh seorang lelaki yang tidak dikenali. Jadi saya harus berpura-pura takut. Saya pun dengan bersungguh-sungguh berpura-pura takut bercampur malas. Abang itu berkata saya kurang penghayatan lalu dia menyuruh saya buat semula tetapi kali ini dengan bantuannya.


Oh, part ini sangatlah seram. Saya memang betul-betul takut bila abang itu datang kearah saya dengan lagak ala-ala padayappa dan muka yang sangatlah keji. Saya menjerit ketakutan apabila dia mendepakan tangannya kearah saya. Bulu-bulu yang tebal jelas kelihatan di kedua-dua belah tangannya..Dan apabila abang itu semakin hampir.. selebihnya saya tak ingat. Samada saya menangis atau abang itu berundur kerana ditendang oleh saya..


Tidak. Saya tidak dapat part itu.
Saya tak rela ternoda oleh abang berbulu


Dah pegi buat keje.Makaseh.

Say my name!

Someone told me that his friend is getting married to one of my senior. The thing is I can't recall her face even though her name is very familiar but adela dekat 4 orang yang nama sama macam tu. Curiosity kills the cat, nak-nak orang macam aku.So last night I flipped through my school magazine. I think I found her and I also found another thing. There was this senior who called herself, Md.Jovi, for her love for Bon Jovi is undeniable. Lawak gile k siap posing seme. She's just like her name. Rock gile.She's my dormate cum my leader for buat duty hari Ahad. Usually the leader will be the dictator, but it's a diff story with her.


"Ala, kita buat sikit-sikit jelah. Lepas ni kau ikutla aku melepak mana-mana. Aku malas nak naik atas.Loker aku tak kemas lagi" Hahaha.Cool gile.


Md. Jovi is only an example. There are few other weird names. But back then it was not weird, it was kinda cool [haha]. Usually you are given the name by your seniors or by your friends. Like me, I hated my name back then but as a helpless junior, kalau kau nak mati cakapla kau tak suka.Hehe. Until today, on meeting my juniors, I still cringe whenever they call me that name.


So, what kind of names?They are few categories. The initial categories. For example, if your name is..
- Khairul Bariah --->K.B
- Nurul Faizaa---> N.F
Well, actually this is common.


The 'que' category. For example, is your name is..
- Yati --->Yatorque [yatork]
- Liza--->Lizerque [lizerk]
- Zara--->Zareque [zareque]


Then come the 'otte' category. For example, if your name is..
- Shikin ---> Shikotte [shikot] tapi ada sorang ni jela, nama dia shikin tapi jadi Nikkit.
- Ida--->Idotte [Idot]
- Syida--->Syidotte [syidotte]


I dunno where the creativity came from. But oklah, atleast adala kaitan jugakkan. There is also cases where nama diberi tanpa mempunyai hubungan lansung with the real name. For examples there's this junior of mine. We called her "betik".


Kesian kau kan betik. Sedap-sedap mak kau bagi nama, jadi buah-buahan kau akhirnya. Iskh..Iskh..


That's not so bad. Amir once told me that They had a friend named "takuk dalam"


Kejam gile..



p/s:Betik, kalau kau baca, kau jangan marah la ye.Hehehe

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Mow Leng Loi

Yeay, it's Friday. I am happy because at least for the first time in few weeks I will have something to do for the weekends. Tonight, me and nicky will be driving to Melaka. Bena is getting married.Like..MARRIED!!!


Ok, I'm sad coz after this I can't grope Bena anymore, probably Amin won't let us. [Amin sangatla garang, dia selalu marah aku].Oh shit, now when I think think of it, I also won't have any chance to grope and manja-manja with nik yang sangat nyam-nyam itu. Which is so saaaaad.


Damn. Malam ini aku harus mengambil kesempatan habis-habisan.Haha!


Back to bena's wedding, since the wedding will be attended by some people who I seldom met, I think it's a sin to let people see me in my most shattered situation. Especially my hair,which now look like a broom which belong to some witch. So yesterday I went to get it cut.


Hairdresser:What kind of style u want?
Me: Anythinglah, as long as I look cute.Hihihi.
Hairdresser: Oklorrr, we wash first.


With that I took off my glasses and never put it on until he finished his job.


In the midst of the cutting session he told me what he was doing with my hair and whether I could see the difference. Aku macam..hello..power aku 800, muka kau upon aku tak nampak, k. But I just give my femes sengih-sengih and say "Yah, ok..ok..".Bla..bla..bla..Finally he finished cutting my hair.


I put on my spec


Gile keji. Sekarang muka aku series macam amoi karaoke.


Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

Dah balik dah

"sorryla yang, i balik tak tepon you."


"You memang kejila,sampai hati you melupakan i"


"Sedih i"


"Tapi i dengar banyak crita pasal you.Apa ni yang?You dah hilang akal ke?"


kejila nikkit, kau balik senyap-senyap tak tepon.
Hahahaha.Nasib baik aku dah mengadu dekat Tina dengan Nik.Habisla kau kene marah.


Yeay, nikkit balik.
Like..Yeayyyyyyyyyyyyy!

Gundah gulana

Hai kawan-kawan.Nama saya chics.Kadang-kadang orang panggil saya miss sunshine kerana saya suka menyegih dan ketawa-ketawa dengan keji.


Tetapi untuk beberapa hari ini saya tidak boleh mengetawa dengan senang hati.Kadang-kadang saya duduk di bilik seorang diri dan ketawa-ketawa tiba-tiba saya termenangis.Saya sangat susah hati sekarang dan juga terasa sangat sunyi.Saya juga sudah tidak banyak mencarut kerana sudah hilang mood. Selain itu juga saya sudah hilang mood untuk membeli belah. Hari itu saya cuba menggembirakan hati dengan membeli belah tetapi hati saya meronta-ronta mau balik secepat mungkin. Saya berasa benci kepada amoi jurujual itu tanpa arah dan tujuan hidup.


Saya juga malas hendak melayan orang-orangan lagi. Kadang-kadang orang-orangan ada menelefon saya tapi saya malas hendak bercakap. Saya hanya rajin memondankan diri di dalam bilik atau pon berkawan dgn dunhill sebab ianya ada gaya, mutu dan keunggulan. Orang-orangan agak berasa risau dan selalu ajak saya berhuha atau pergi berparty.Saya sudah malas mahu berparti.Saya tidak mahu berpura-pura mesra dengan orang yang tidak dikenali lagi.


Hari-hari kerja saya di pejabat ialah menangis di dalam toilet.Tapi toilet disini best wangi dan bersih dan juga mereka pakai pewangi tangan escape.Mungkin lain kali saya boleh suruh HR saya beli pewangi tangan Dolly Girl,Anna Sui.Barulah bagai pinang di belah dua saya dan pewangi itu.Selain itu, kerja saya di pejabat ialah bz sampai kadang-kadang saya rasa seperti mahu tidur dipejabat. Kadang-kadang saya mintak kerja extra dari boss saya.Hahahahahahahaha.Ye saya pon sendiri pon tak percaya.


Berat saya sekarang ialah 35 kg. Seluar saya semua sudah longgar dan tidak melekap lagi.Saya sangat stress dengan keadaan ini tetapi tiada langkah drastik yang di ambil. Barang-barang saya juga banyak yang hilang. Saya hilang anting-anting dan pelembab bibir stila saya. Mungkin ini adalah kerana bilik saya kelihatan seperti sarang naga sekarang.


Tiap-tap malam saya berdoa pada Tuhan biarlah besok saya hilang akal atau pon amnesia. Ataupun mungkin saya tiba-tiba bertukar kepada seekor kucing.Tapi nampaknya doa saya belum dimakbulkan.


Sebenarnya saya sudah malas hendak memblog lagi. Seperti yang saya katakan, semua benda tidak lagi mengujakan saya.Mungkin saya mahu berhenti, membawa diri. Biarlah tidak ada sesiapa pun yang tahu tetang diri saya lagi.


Tiba-tiba saya berasa poyo [sebenarnya saya tipu, saya nak menangis sebenarnya].
Oleh itu biarlah saya mengundurkan diri dahulu.


Selamat hari isnin, kalau rasa stress marilah sama-sama pegi ke toilet.


Seperti biasa, saya akhiri karangan saya dengan serangkap pantun


Defense is paper thin
Just one touch and I'll be in
Too deep now to ever swim against the current
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip against the current
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip away
So let me slip away


Sekian.

Devil advocates

I was in the office the other day when suddenly the radio played this song. Was stunned, coz you hardly hear this song being aired on the radio.I love this song.


Angels Or Devils


this is the last time
that I'm ever gonna come here tonight
this is the last time - I will fall
into a place that fails us all - inside


I can see the pain in you
I can see the love in you
but fighting all the demons will take time
it will take time


the angels they burn inside for us
are we ever
are we ever gonna learn to fly
the devils they burn inside of us
are we ever gonna come back down
come around
I'm always gonna worry about the things that could make us cold


this is the last time
that I'm ever gonna give in tonight
are there angels or devils crawling here?
I just want to know what blurs and what is clear - to see


still I can see the pain in you
and I can see the love in you
and fighting all the demons will take time
it will take time


the angels they burn inside for us
are we ever
are we ever gonna learn to fly
the devils they burn inside of us
are we ever gonna come back down - come around
I'm always gonna worry about the things that could break us


if I was to give in - give it up
- and then
take a breath - make it deep
cause it might be the last one you get
be the last one
that could make us cold
you know that they could make us cold
I'm always gonna worry about the things that could make us cold


I guess i'm the devil.
and yes, it's cold.

Cinderellaaaaa

I love shoes. I looove shoes. It's like when you wear the right shoes with the right outfit you can beat anything. Perhaps some people don't understand. Nevermind, I also don't understand the excitement reading Da Vinci's Code either. So, fair.Hehe


So last weekend, Sakinah came down to KL and decided to hold a makan-makan session at her place. On the outset, I'm not planning to go. I planned to stay at home and torture myself but nicky won't let me. She insisted on picking me up with or without kerelaanku. So we went to and talk shit, eat shit..bla..bla. The next agenda was supposed to be futsal but then bena and the others decided to go and makan-makan at kuman's house.Being a zombie, I've got no choice but to tail around.Whateverlakan, bukan aku yang drive.


While waiting for bena to get ready I pleasured myself with ermm ciggies inside nicky's car till I got sort of dizzy. Gilelah aku mana penah isap rokok 2 kotak dalam masa beberapa jam.haha.Tapi itu bukan pointnye.


Bena finally came down from her apartment accompanied by layla. Since Johan [nicky's car] doesn't come with 4 doors so I have to make way for both of them. My left feet was on the ground when bena said "Ala, tak payahla chicky, kitorang bukan gemuk sangat,muat nak nyelit masuk".So I thought, ok.fine.No, actually I was thinking..nothing. My mind was empty.


The futsal session was a blast. My advice, if you feel devastated try kicking ball[s]. Everything was great, even met Sam and had a little chit chat until his team mate marah him and asked to play. Sheesh.


The only thing that was not great was..I realised then that I lost one of my shoes. I love the shoes that I wore that day. It got diamante buckle with black strap and now one of them is missing. So now I'm left with one shoe.


I probably dropped it accidentally while making way for bena and layla.Damn.


Now I'm wondering, who found my shoe?

Please, cinderella need help.Hohohoh

Burn

You know, the weather is killing me.
The water is like icy cold.
The wind shakes my bones.
I wonder how can I survive europe.


Just now, I made my self a hot cocoa
Was so happy coz it looked yummy and hot
But it burned my lips.
Ahh, nasty cocoa.


Coincidence or non.
When your heart is empty.
But you still let it ajar
Surprises awaits.

Bodoh

Somewhere last week I was sooo not in the mood to work. My mind was somewhere else and I couldn't seem to focus. So I went on browsing the internet using my name as the keyword.


Well, this is what I found.


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porno+film? WTF? Bila masala pulak ni?


Was thinking to click on the link but eheh, don't want to be caught surfing porno during office hours (not that I surf porn during other time), instead I clicked the Similar pages link.


And this is the out come.


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Ah,sudah.


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Hah.Buat menggelupur aku jela.
Bodoh.


Takde keje ke?

Yo

Hello, chics is back.
Anybody miss me?
Non? Sheesh.Kejam k


So what happen to chics?


1. Regaining her conscious.
2. Lala land.
3. Overwhelmed with concern smses and email. Thank you, you guys are so sweet. Sorry for not able to reply a single one.
4. Trying to figure out what to do.
5. Sick-mentally and physically.
6.Lost interest in blogging



On the other interesting news.


1. Received bouquets of flowers. Thanks you to those who send me flowers even know I dunno who you are. But where did you guys get my address hu?
2. Someone called my office and wanted to speak to me twice but he finally spoke to me he pretend he got the wrong number and wanted to drag the conversation to bla..bla... Hah. What is your intentionlah?

Noooo

Sey lo.


My mom totally forbid me to buy new shoes and new bags. Even new clothes. She said I had too much until there are sitting everywhere. Plus she said, I dun need them. Which I object!


If I'm not buying shoes and bag, what am I going to do? Rot at home? And I do need something to cheer me up. Like big time


She threatens me that she would burn those thing if I insist on keep on purchasing new stuff.


What shall I do now? But things and secretly store them in some secret place?
This is absurd!


So how?

Lalala

The say love conquers all. I beg to differ.


Sometime when you are in love with someone else instead of letting go of your feeling you keep for your own good self. Reason being..perhaps you don't want to get hurt or perhaps you just don't want to let go some part of you, to be shared with other people..or perhaps you just want to be loved not loving.


But still you say "I love you"


When you in love, conceivably you think everything is possible. You thought you would die for that person, you thought you would do everything to make that someone happy. You would never allow any tears to be shed. When actually the truth is, while reality slapped your face you realised you just want to gratify yourself. Probably you love someone because it is hurtful to be unwanted, to be unloved and most of all you don't want to be lonely.


Love is never enough. Have you heard someone said "What's wrong? Everything I did for you is never enough". How enough is enough? It's like life. Is what you are getting out of your life is enough? For me, it will never be enough. But along the way, effort will definitely help to alleviate things.


Do you remember the feeling when you are struck with love? The most wonderful feeling of all. All those slap happy faces and blooming heart and do you remember the feeling when your relationship is stable? The feeling is nothing. Still happy but oh well, what to worry about. Things will be fine. Eventually do you remember the feeling when you lost the love of your life? Excruciating until some extent you feel numb.


Love..can be very infatuating but when it's over it can be very annihilating.


And then you will tell yourself not to fall in love again.

Emonye

hai.hati saya berdarah.saya memang emo dan jahat tapi saya tak tahu nak buat apa lagi.


saya akan cuba untuk tidak menangis.akan cuba memikirkan benda benda yang comel-comel di dalam dunia ini.


oh..kalaulah ia begitu mudah sekali.

A day before Raya

Everybody knows that bedroom is meant to be private. You can do anything in your bedroom. I love to be alone in my bedroom and do whatever I want to do. Cry, sleep, reminisce and almost everything.


My bedroom is small so with curtain it looked gloomy. Had to draw the curtain aside to let sunray splash into my room for I hate gloomy places. Murky and gloomy, it's like waiting for me to die. Suffocating


A day before hari raya, I was quite free since my mom went back to Hulu Langat already meaning I was all alone with my bro who was sleeping in the house. Decided to take my own sweet time, had a long shower, did some hair treatment, facial and performed some beauty regime.


Was happily helping my self with all those creams and whatsoever only in my underpants with my hair wrapped to the back. Satisfied with my newly plucked eyebrow, I decided to get my hair dry. Was walking towards my bed which was opposite my bedroom window when from my blurry vision, caught a glimpse of something red.


"Oh, jiran belakang ni tukar langsir merah"


Yeah, but shouldn't it be all red? Why there's only small patch of red?


Still topless I reached out for my glasses on the bed. Without glasses my vision is nearly to naught. How can you aspect someone with 800 power to see clearly?


Oh. Then I can see clearly. Clearly it was not some red curtain but the only thing red about the across view was a man in a red towel staring right at me, a topless girl. Who was in shock and not knowing how to react.


Fuck.


What was he doing? I mean what was he thinking? It was fasting month, for God sake!!


Ye, I know it's my fault at the first place. I should have let my curtain down. But being an absent minded person I forgot that crucial note. Plus, how am I supposed to neat up my brow in a dim room? Kalau kening aku senget seblah macamanala?


With full of kegelupuran, I drew my curtain down but still peeping. He's still there. Get dressed and still peep. He was still there.


The thing is..I know that guy.We never exchange any words but I know him.


Question of the day is..agaknye berapa lama dah dia membuat pekerjaan itu?

Please

I miss him so much
Like i can feel my heart shrinking.


God, please help me to be strong.
Please..please.


I just don't want to be a fool anymore.

Raya story

On this hari raya, I missed my dad so much that I pretend I didn't care at all.






On this hari raya, I ate the best rendang in this world which is my nenek's rendang. Eating while watching my cousins burned mercun under a kuali.It made boomed sound and it was fascinating to see the kuali flew in the air. Sickening is more like it. But that day is hari raya's eve, so it's forgiven.





On this hari raya I had fun with my cousins. I realized we had two resemblances. Eye bags and we are so attracted to camera. Vain is more like it.



On this hari raya my mom nearly send me and dropped me to the nearest Hindu temple coz I refused to take off my nose ring. Luckily I get away with it.Hehe.



On this hari raya I ate too much rendang and ketupat that they gave me headache and forced me to me to pay frequent visits to the toilet.




On this hari raya I woke up at 12 noon in short on the second day and eat mcd for lunch.

and watched craps on tv. Wondering why must I felt guilty for choosing cold mountain rather than watching I know what you did last raya.It's like a sin not torturing yourself with malay movie during raya.




On this hari raya, one pakcik gave me duit raya, I refused to accept it but he made me to.I feel so keji coz probably everybody still think I'm still a school kid. I had to do something with my breast.

On this hari raya, I felt pressured by sordid invariable questions by my relatives. I nearly yelled at them but at the end of the day I decided to put an end to everything. Oh, and as usual I cried.



On this hari raya, I wish I applied for more cuti.* sigh*.



On this hari raya, I would like to ask you, how was your raya? Come on, today is still festive season, too early to start working.hehe.


Honestly, who feel like working today??


Anyway, hari raya snaps are here. Don't say that I didn't warn you, it's full of my face,as usual :P

I have a confession to make, I never go for semayang raya for my entire life? Is that keji or what? I dunno, you tell me.



Anyway, this year, won't be celebrating raya with my dad. Although I'm quite used to it but still agak sedihla. The saddest raya was when I was 19 and my dad was in Shanghai, the night before raya he called but I didn't get the chance to speak to him because someone accidently put down the phone before I manage to catch the receiver. After that I went to a dark corner in my grandma house and cry.My mom will be back tomorrow. Yeay!!!


I'm soooooooooooooo in the mood for raya. Don't even have the mood to work anymore. All I want now is him and raya shopping.Hiihihihihi..


Anyway..


I'll be on leave starting on monday. Will be busy baking kuih raya and such. Will be busy changing money *frown*.Last year I manage to escape from giving duit raya coz we were in Jakarta but this year, tiada alasan lagi.Kof..kof..


Wahh..wah..actually there's so much to tell but have to go now. Will talk later kay, bunnies.


But let say if I haven't got the chance to write anymore..Let me say this now..

"SELAMAT HARI RAYA
MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN

Have a blissful Raya!

Cerita saya

Hi. Nama saya chics dan saya bercita-cita tinggi. Semalam saya bercita-cita hendak makan laksa utara yang dijual di pasar ramadhan. Akan tetapi oleh kerana hujan yang turun serentak di Shah Alam dan Damansara saya hanya dapat makan twisties sahaja didalam kereta. Kesesakan jalan raya memang celake dan segala carutan yang boleh anda fikirkan sekarang. Sewaktu azan berkumandang saya masih di kawasan tol batu tiga. Di sebelah kereta saya waktu itu ialah seorang lelaki cina yang bermuka eksyen kerana dia membawa kereta accent.Mungkin dia mengeji kancil saya yang tidak mempunyai sebelah side mirror itu.Oh, saya tidak mahu membangkitkan hal side mirror saya kerana hal itu akan membuatkan saya panas tapi ingat, saya benci mat rempit.


7.30 malam saya singgah di restoran azira untuk makan sekali semua makanan sudah habis, nasik pon dah habis. Mahu mengamuk saya ,tetapi kakak endon yang baik hati di kedai itu telah berjaya merasuah saya dengan 3 ketul kuih cara.Maka saya tak jadi mengamuk dan membeli setin sardine sambil mengadu pada mamak kedai yang saya belum berbuka. Mamak itu juga sangat baik lalu membagi free setin air.Wah, nampaknya saya amat di sayangi oleh orang-orang shah alam[termasuk yang kadang-kadang tinggal di gombak] hihihi.


Pada waktu yang sama ada orang sedang makan dengan seorang awek cun di kawasan ampang, mungkin di salah sebuah restoran thai di sana. Dia memang suka makan bersama awek cun, jadi siapa yang tak cun jangan haraplah nak makan dengan dia. Kadang-kadang saya cun maka kadang-kadang saya dapatlah makan dengan dia[haha].


Saya tidak kisah sebab saya seorang yang sporting. Walaupun sebenarnye saya kisah tapi saya buat-buat tak kisah sebab kawan-kawan lelaki saya juga ramai yang kacak dan bergaya serta mempunyai skill berpoya-poya yang tinggi. Saya rasa mugkin orang itu agak marah sekarang, jadi baiklah saya menukar topik yang lain pula.


Satu-satunya benda yang membuatkan saya menyanyi girang semalam ialah apabila emak saya menelefon dari Jakarta. Sewaktu itu dia berasa di pondok indah mall di dalam kedai nine west dan dia mahu membelikan saya beg. Saya sebenarnya mahu menyuruh dia pergi ke plaza Indonesia dan membelikan saya beg coach tetapi oleh kerana saya tidak mahu emak saya menaga jadi saya terpaksa pergegang kepada "tak dapat coach, nine west pun berguna juga". Haha saya gembira sebab kali terakhir emak saya pergi ke sana dia tidak membelikan saya apa-apa yang menceriakan sedangkan adik saya dapat dua jaket dari Hugo Boss dan Ralph Lauren. Dan bila ayah saya balik, dia mendapat baju dewa pula. Keji sungguh adik saya itu.


Pondok Indah mall tidaklah besar tetapi mereka ada menjual kasut Kate Spade dan LK Bennet.Sewaktu saya hedak membeli kasut Kate Spade, jurujual itu tidak mahu melayan kami adik beradik kerana kami tidak stylo. Tetapi apabila kami bercakap bahasa malaysia, mata jurual itu bersinar-sinar.Tetapi sudah terlambat kerana hati kami sudah hancur lebur.Maka kami berlalu selepas adik saya berkata "Oh, kedai ini kurang bermutu." dengan begitu eksyen sekali.


Kembali ke topik kegirangan, saya berasa girang atas sebab orang itu telah bersetuju mahu berbuka puasa di Chillis pada hari ahad ini. Dia ingin memesan foreplay triple play dan saya akan memesan mushroom jack fajitas.Kemudian saya akan memesan sebuah beg tangan dan sepasang kasut. Mungkin juga sepasang anting-anting dan mascara MAC. Kalau ada zara saya ingin memesan sepasang seluar dan cardigan. Saya memang teringin sekali memesan benda-benda ini.Kalau boleh saya ingin memesan orang itu sekarang kerana ofis ini agak sejuk.


Ha. Nampaknya saya dah mula harus buat-buat sibuk oleh kerana masa mencemburui kita[hoho].Oleh itu janganlah bersedih kalau anda makan twisties dalam kereta hari ini kerana siapa tahu..hari ni makan twisties hari esok mungkin makan chillis.


Akhir kata, salam sayang dan tata.

Tag and run

I am happy today [at least for now]. Reason being, I sempat pegi pasar ramadhan and buy that yummylicious pulut udang and ikan keli salai masak lemak just because semalam Shah Alam ujan and Damansara didn't. Wah...wah..setaapp!!Usually, by the time I get to Shah Alam, these two stalls had already left. Asap van pon takde tinggal. And today will try to buy asam laksa also from a stall yang aku slalu jarang dpt tengok.Takpee,usaha tangga kejayaan.


Anyway, kepalaangin tagged me, so here it goes..



7 things to do before I die

1. Go travel to beautiful places with beautiful customs. Get to know what's going on in other's people culture. And take loads and looads of picture sambil berposing girang.Haha
2. Bungee jumping, scuba diving and sky diving, dragging ag along.
3. Adopted a snake and name her Mei Ling. Will let her coil around my bed pillar while he's getting handcuff on the other side of the bed. Uhhh.
4. Make my parents proud. How? Will think of the way later.
5. Wear tudung, pray 5 times a day and stop swearing. And ohh, stop smoking.
6. Learn and accept the fact that babies are adorable than cats.
7. Be with him like..forever. Can or not?
   

7 things I cannot do

1. Have bigger boobs. Hey, macam Jessica Simpson pon cukuplah okayy.But the idea to go through implant was soo scary.Oh no, actually it's sinful. Berdosaa okayyy
2. Grow taller.
3. Ride a bike. The last time I rode a bike, it nearly killed me when I drove straight to a cliff. Luckily sempat lompat.Hoh
4. Bangun sahur. For the record, I didn't bangun sahur for almost 3 years now.
5. Eat curry except for chicken curry. The smell is enough to make me barf. When I was studying there's this Indian lecturer who always smell like curry during class. Me, feel like dying.
6. Tolerate people who are cruel to animal. If you are cruel to animal, apatah lagi dengan manusia?Ecehh.
7. Stop talking and and act ayu.
   

7 things that attract me to the opposite sex

1. Humble yet charismatic. He doesn't have to be rich [honestly] but if he possesses great integrity I'll melt.
2. Good analytical skill. Open minded and able to accept other's opinions. Not afraid to say sorry. Despise those type yang suke buat-buat pandai, boleh tak admit dalam certain hal, aku lebih mengetahui?
3. Lelaki yang sangat suke bermanja-manja. I likeeeeeeeee.
4. Chinese look.
5. A guy who is not afraid to show who he is. Just the simple part of him without no sweet talkings and segala percakapan poyo di dunia. Great sense of humor is most welcome.
6. A guy who smells nice and well groomed. Plus if he wears his office shirt with folded sleeves. Memang komfemlah!
7. Nice pair of buns.
   

7 things I say most often

1. Keji
2. ...okay
3. Bengek
4. Aaaa?
5. I likee
6. Hellooo?
7. Uhhh

7 Celebrity crushes

1. Tom from Blink 182.
2. Robbie Williams.
3. Rob Thomas.
4. Aragorn [as in Aragorn the character not the real guy]
5. Yazer AF3 [keji tak?hahaha]
6. Anak Pak Lah [does he count?]
7. Halim othman..Nooooooot!!!

7 lovely and sweet people I want them to do this

1. Ag coz at least he can write something else besides football.[sekali sekala ok]
2. Stone coz I know in this bulan puasa not much tea and lunch session to be done.Hohoh
3. Shelly coz I loveeee the way she write. Ngko kelakar tak ingatlah!!
4. Anne coz I missed the berbuka session with her :(
5. Spentot coz he's always provides me good company and comfort
6. Wingnut coz sajeje nak suruh dia updet. Lama gile ko tak updet.
7. Kuza dengan ucapan selamat hari rayaaa!Jom, bila nak party?hihihi.
   

Okay, so there you go. Anyway, have a superb day.Muah..muahh

Cruella

Being an animal lover I have lots of cats at home. Persian, Burmese, Siamese and local cats. We even put a sing in front of our day saying something like this


"This house is for the comfort of our cats, if you are not cat lover, what are doing here?"


But that is not an excuse for people to dump their cats to us as if those cats doesn't have any feeling and don't deserve to be loved by their real owner. Sometimes people even put dead cats in front of our house while my friends always joked about my house being a petting zoo.


And last weekend, I was snooping over my neighbor's friend [hohoh] when I realized Mahogany the Burmese cats cage is being dwelled by an unidentified cat. It can't be Mahogany coz at that time she was licking herself on the sofa plus Mahogany is mahogany in colour and that cat was a tabby. So I went outside to take a closer look where I found a note left by someone.



The person asked my mom to take care of the cat because the owner doesn't want him anymore. I was pissed. Why? Because...

1. What did she think we are? Welfare home?Just dump the cat and go away? Can you dump your family member just like that? Mungkinkah kau sukati nak bagi kucing tu sebab dia bukan Persian? Sebab dia tak begitu menawan so kau bolehla layan dia macam tu ye?.
2. I hate irresponsible person. I mean, if you made up your mint to adopt a cat then take care of him until his last breathla oi. Ni bila kucing tu dah besar, tak comel, tanak main-main and kau tak mampu nak bagi makan lagi kau senang- senang je bagi orang. Nanti bila kau dah tua, kalau orang hanta kau kat rumah orang tua pasal kau menyusahkan orang, apa kau rasa? Pets too have feelings ok
   
   
   
   
   Jahat.
   
   
   

Poor me!!

I don't understand people who treated animal like they don't matter. Like my neighbour, she has lots of cats. Initially, all her cats were fat and paraded shiny coats. After a while she must had lost interest and ignored those poor creatures. Habis merengkek ok kucing-kucing tu, nampak tulang-tulang seme.Dengan berkurap sana-sini. And my heart cries everytime I saw them running at my feet and mewing pleading to be feed.Kesianlah!!

Smsed my mom and bitch about what an irresponsible person that person was. My mom smsed me back saying, if I don't want the cat, I can send him to the wet market.


What?


Tak sampai hatinya aku nak hanta kucing tu dekat pasar. Baru duduk dalam cage sorang-sorang dengan kelengkapan secukupnya pon dah menggulupur, apatah lagi kalau hanta pegi pasar. Kalau hujan mesti dia sejuk and kene selsema.Besides, his face really make me pitied him. Poor Jarod, he must felt confused why the hell he ended in a strange place surrounded by kucing-kucing jahat yang tak habis-habis making that hissing sound at him. Takpelah Jarod let kakak and emak take care of you, ok sweetie.


I had to check on him constantly and pet him so he won't feel that lonely and unwanted. Even ag patted him, after looking at his sad face. Tapi takpe, ag memang seorang pengucing yang baik.


If you come to my house, don't ask me why my cats are fat even though they looked like kucing jalanan. No I don't feed them weed. Some of them are neutered but all of them are fed with love.

Rayaing

So it's monday again.I'm so damn lazy since it's like 10 more days to Raya.


So have you done all your raya preparation?I haven't start baking all the kuih yet. Am waiting for mom to come back from Jakarta.The rest is oklah.


I am still thinking whether should I or should I not hold the annual open house this year. Like katik say or issit Laila "Kau tiap kali open house mesti boifren kau lain-lain". Hello, I beg to differ,manaderlah, dua tahun sekali okayyy. Humm..It's going to be a tiring day if I had to hold the open house.cooking and attertaining people but dunnola, I want to invite people for makan- makan.


Tapi weekend ni lagi best. Ag cakap nak temankan main bungapi.Yeayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
Ag memang budak yang baik dan comel.


Okla people, have a nice monday!

Degil

Ah.Padan muka to me for being so degil. I purposely choose not to eat antibiotics coz they taste like shit, so for this few days i got this lump nearby my throat. Remembered a doctor telling me that if you have a nasty fever and u dun take actibiotocs this is what happens to you.Bapak sakitlah ok.Sakit takpela aku boleh simpan ni nampak macam cacat tiba-tiba ada bengkak dekat leher.Hunchthroat of Shah Alam.Hoh!


Anyway, last night I sort of can't sleep so I let my mind think whatever she likes.Humm..Have you been bashed by some guysthat their words really eat your heart out?Hohoho.Let me tell you mine.

1. "I don't want to show you my ex picture because I don't want you to say that I'm making comparison plus, I don't want you to feel inferior"
   
2. "Oy, you better dump your gf. You can get prettier than this" A guy telling your bf, in front of you.
   
3. "I think you need boobs implant, to make it bigger"
   
4. You are watching his face who is half asleep, you asked "Do you love me?". He said "Yes". And you asked back "Say my namelah". He replied "XXXXXXXX" which turn out to be somebody else's name, his ex.
   
5. "What are doing out in the middle of the night? Where is your child?"
   
6. "Don't worry, woman like you can easily marry any datuk. Save all the ambition"
   
7. You asked " Which shoes look nicer?" He replied "All look the same with your strecth mark's leg"
   
8. "You remind me of my ex"
   
9. "So after form 3 terus kejela ye?Kenapa tak sambung blaja lagi?"
   
10. "Engkau ni bila nak kawin?Asyik tuka boifren je"-->Kepala hotak kau.
    

So there you go. After this am going to hyper market coz I'm craving for terung berlada to match with ikan semilang salai masak lomak.Wahh..Wah..salivating.

Pasar ramadhan

Hello people, working on this beautiful Friday?Hehehe.Not moi.




I sort of promise bas to coe out with an entry about pasar ramadhan. Bas, nasibla kau jauh, kalau kau duduk dekat pantai dalam je takde masenye aku nak layan kau.Hhehehehe. Anyway, aku tak pegi pasar ramadhan pantai dalam sebab jauh, aku pegi yang dekat rumah akula, dekat shah alam,sec 13.Bapak ramai ok tempat tu, lemas aku lah.But the choices are varietylah. I mean it can really make you drool.


Oh, this is a picture of an abang murtabak preparing murtabak. Havent tried his murtabak but the size is extra large.Plus, it's mamak so I have to pass even they look soooo yummy.



Next to that murtabak stall, is the nasik dagang stall. I'm not a fan or nasik dagang.The lauk look yummy though. The best nasik dagang I ever taste was in Terengganu [hahaha,mestilah kan].But I dun quite like the fish sebab macam keras. Still if you go to Terengganu apalah maknanya kalau tak makan nasik dagang kan?


Ok cut the crap.Next picture please.

Ehem. So we then move on to rendang daging.Look nice, and the aroma hohohohohoh..I think you should know lah.Beside rendang daging they have rendang ayam and more type of rendang which I didn't bother to us.Keji ok aku nak pegi sana amik-amik gamba.Seme pandang aku macam aku cacat je lah.

My weakness is chicken wing, honey coated roasted chicken wings. Sedap. Then they also have ketupat and lemang.



Air.
In the picture air cendol, air teh bunga and ermm..cincau kotlah..Tak napak sangat. But there they also sell air kathira. As I told youlah kan, tipu je smua rasa tak macam pon. Keji betullah mereka-mereka ini.


I don't understand one thing. If you know u can't cook or buat air sedap-sedap.Kenapala nak meniaga jugak?
I mean, kalau ye pon nak berniaga biarla ikhlas..ni kan sampai ada makanan yang basi jugak..sheesh.





Hm..hmm..aku dah takde mood dah nak tulis sebab aku takde mood hari ini.So i just put the picture ajelah.

Ok people, am off to buy something for berbuka. Am going to cook macaroni today for pot luck berbuka session at tina's house.


Have a great weekend kay!!
Muah!

Hello, I'm an alien from hell

It's been a while since I talked to him, I think the last time was around June. So I decided to give him a call. Yeah, he's still the old guy I used to know. The same voice the same enthusiasm. We laughed, talked crap and update each other on what's going on in our life these days.


He is the only one who still acts normal towards me after I broke up with my ex, and there's another guy, Ciko. The rest, suddenly I was like an alien to them. Funny huh, before the ugly incident happened we used to hang out like every weekend, watched movie, played futsall, sleepovers but now it seemed like they never even knew me at all.


What's wrong with still keeping in touch with your exes friends? Well, at least not to me. Not that I want to shag them. What's wrong with just remaining friends?


I do know few guys who broke up with my girl friends or few girls who broke up with my guy friends but to me, they all the same. Still friends of mine. Unless if they messed up with me personally, they would still be in my circle of friends.


Actually, it didn't only happened to me but also to few other people I know. They were nice to you when you were still together, invite you to parties, have fun, smoke shit bla bla bla and for all you know when the relationship went out of hands, suddenly you become an outcast. When you cried for help, they just shun you off, not like last time when your exes cried wanting you back. That time, they called..tried to change your mind and talked their way out. You listen you respect them and their opinion but when it was your time, they treated you like a piece of shit.


Like.. I used to hang out with this couple which was a friend of my ex, they were engaged that time. After a while things went astray between me and my ex so we broke off. Then one day, I was lazing in one of my buddies home when I saw this bunga telur, in red which automatically caught my attention. Ho, I love red so sue me for being nosy and what surprised me was the name written on that gift. Two people that I know, a couple that I used to lepak with. Yeah, probably they want to avoid the awkwardness to invite me while inviting my ex at the same time but can they just be courteous? Like Ciko, he invited me but I know what I should and shouldn't do. I know that I'm not supposed to turn up since it's one of her close friends wedding. I don't want to stir things up at other people wedding. Hello, I know!


If I ever to get married [please don't cringe, I was saying..if], I would invite everyone I know including my ex. Yeah, I would invite him too if he still have some face to see my parentslah kan. But that's not the point, the point is even if I might seem like a hostile person but I know how to value people. Regardless how rich or how retard that person is.


It's funny to see how proudly you felt when you gained your diploma or degree or whatever it is but actually, you gain nothing when inside, you don't have faith towards people.


And then you tell me that I am the bad ones.
Amusing.


No. It's keji.



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The prime minister's wife,Datin Sri Endon Mahmood passed away around 7.55 today.
Damn, I was sort of devastated to hear this news.I thought she was recovering.


Al-fatihah.

My type

When you are sick and you are all alone you will then realized the importance to have someone by your side. Flaming body and you could hardly feel your legs, parched but wobbling down the stairs to get a cup of water appeared like a perpetuity journey. And your mind..your mind keep flickering to piles of works on your office table, to cats that need to be feed, to think of a way to get some food so you will not be that weak.


Helpless. All you can do is lie on the bed all day. You walk but making few steps already makes your lungs feel like exploding. Wheezing. Hold on tights to the wall, hoping you will not stumble.


The only thing that keeps your spirit high is the phone call from that someone special. Every time you see his number displayed on the screen, your heart smile, secretly.


He is simple and mysterious. Simple but complicated. Sometimes you can't guess what is inside his mind. His words doesn't brace with his expression. Which make you wonder sometimes, is there any space for you in his heart?


Choosy I might be but not when it comes to man. Which now I think narrowly true. If he has money but speak as if he owns the world, he can rot in hell. If he has no money but speak as if he owns the world, he too can rot in hell. Don't come to me and say you can offer me the world and at the end what you give to me are only headache. I hate men who are damn good with words. You don't need to sugar coated me because at the end of the day you will just piss me off. By then, your words doesn't mean anything.


I loath the type of guy who think he owned me. Like I'm not capable to make my own decision. That I have to listen to what he says as if everything he said is true and my opinion is doesn't matter at all. He wants to stand tall, he wants people to look high on him when the truth, is more than pathetic. Making you feel like you was born to please him and without him, the world is not moving. Sod off. Oh, I've met with this kind of guy. Irking.


My type of guy would be someone with vision yet humble. Doesn't have to try so hard to impress people for admiration. If you are a respectable person, you don't have to be preaching or tell people of all the good deeds that you have done. If you are a respectable person, people will acknowledge, just by observing.


My type of guy would be someone who respects other people. Never discriminate nor judgmental.


My type of guy would be someone who is sweet but in an unexpected way. Being too sweet would be corny. Being sweet all the time would make it ordinary.


My type of guy would be someone who always comprised when facing rows. Not shoving every blame to my face or blaming himself, forcing myself to feel sorry for him. Why not talk or even laugh about it later? Maturity and compassion is the key.


But most of all my type of guy would be someone who is able to be at my door when I need him the most.


When you are sick and you are all alone the best cure is when he, the one you truly gave your whole heart to, appeared on your doorstep with a smile and a big hug.


And then you know, you do have a special place in his heart.
Like he did, in yours.

Repek

Jahat tau doktor dekat phileo ni.Keji gila.Orang dahla terbatuk-batuk sampai nak kluar anak tekak dia boleh la pulak tak nak bagi ubat batuk sebab dia kata sape yang pakai kad AIA talehla bagi ubat mahal-mahal sebab nanti over bajet.Kejiiiiiiiiiiiiila lu apekkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. Dokter kat seksyen 10 ni rileks je, tak mintak pon 5 ringgit.Lain kali aku bakar klinik kau, bila aku dah sehatla.


Tapi mlm tadi pegi klinik jugak.Nama dia klinik bandaran, tapi takla bandar sangat, agak usang ade. Hehe.Ok itu bukan pointnye. Pointnye ialah dokter itu baik dia amik tempreture kite, tak macam dokter siang tadik. Pastu kite ade demam campur tonsil yang bengkak. Doktor ni bagi banyak ubat.Tapi sebelum tu dia tanya "Awak pregnant ke?". Menyebabkan kite konsyes sebab adakah perut kita buncit?


Dapat MC tapi tak tau nak guna ke tak. Duduk rumah sangap. Mungkin hanya baring atas simen sebab badan rasa terbakar sambil minum 100 plus.Haa,janganla cakap orang lain kita tak puasa besok kay?Janji tauuu.Lagi-lagi ag, nanti dia marah kita sebab tak puasa.Dia garang ok, kalau korang tak caye cube try melawan cakap die, mesti kene marah. Kalau pegi opis lagi seksa sebab nanti seme org nak makan burger king. Keji kan,siap nak order aiskrim [lepas ni mesti beli aiskrim,mesti!!]


Korang buka apa smalam ye? Kita makan bubur je. Sebabnye ialah tak larat nak makan apa- apa.Kalau mak ada kan, mesti dia buatkan air barley, kasik sejuk badan lepas tu tuam kepala. Tapi mak dah pegi jakarta.Masa sampai rumah smalam rasa mcm nak menangis sebab takde sape nak cakap-cakap dengan kita dah. Rumah gelap je pulak tu.Wah, tak naklah cakap lagi.Tak sukeee..Bwek.


Lepas tu aunty Maria datang sempatla pulak perli "Haaa, tau kan rindu dekat mak?Baru terasa camane mak takde. Itula besarnye pengorbanan emak.Nanti kau jadi emak baru kau tau[--->kejila]" Kita gelak terpakse je la.Tapi rasa macam nak rotan je aunty maria sebab macam jahat.


Pening ok.Sangat.


Mak..mak kat manaa?Mak makan apa?
Balikla cepat mak..
Huk..huk..

Coughhhhh..huk..huk..

For the first week, my colleague had tried their best not to eat in front of me. They will go to the meeting room to eat and they hardly went to the pantry to get something.[the pantry is in front of my table] I told them not to do that coz it only made me feel guilty. Plus, my will power is strong than anything. Haha.


After that 1 week passed, I don't think they can bear pretending anymore, so they eat but with guilty faces and try not to make too much noise.Gile kesian ok. Except for my HR. She will purposely come to me and eat whetever she has in her hand and made it looked like it was soo delicious that I should bukak puasa.Hah, kalau setakat makan mcd depan aku baik tak payah.Lenkali kalau nak suruh aku berbuka, cubala makan makanan yang best-best sket macam pasta ke, kacang pool ke..tak pon cuba dia bukak semua baju, komfem aku bukak puasa.hehe.


But today, I really quench for some water.I had this very bad sore throat and some wheezing sound of my chest. I think these things invaded me the night I accompanied ag to play football. There's nothing much to do so I just take a puff after puff after puff until my throat screamed. And to make things worst, it was raining the whole Sunday where I had my fan switched on to the full blast. Bangun- bangun pagi dada aku dah bunyik "eeeeeeek".I tell you, my throat was in an alarming red.Like real red and big.Tsk..tsk..kesian chics.


Soo..can I bukak puasa early today?
Nak kene makan ubat kannnnn..
Can or not?a

Angerrrrrrrrieeee

Thank God it's Friday already. I am feeling cranky and sleepy and unloved.


Yesterday, during office hours I received a call phone an anonymous caller with private number. He turned to be a guy who knew my name, what is my fav color and ntah hapa lagi bende pasal aku. Fine.Whatever


I thought it would ended there but last night I was bombard phone calls from the same person.


"I know you are not happy with your relationship. You don't have to hide"


"I always make an effort to bump into you"


"I am the type of guy that you will like, successful, loyal and stable"


Bapak engkaulahhhhhhh.Whether I am happy or not, it's not yours to tell and pls mind your own business. Kalau aku tak happy pon, apa kaitan dengan engkaula bodoh. and please, please don't use money and status to fish a girl, that is soo disgusting. You think I don't have my own. It may not be much but I don't suck people cocks for money ok!


Sigh..and now I'm so sleepy. Thinking to mute my phone tapi karang tak terbangun sahur la plak.


I'm sleepy and stressed and unloved. I've been trying to tell ag about this and try to manja-manja with him more, because I need comfort and soothing. Which is not his fault apsal aku tiba-tiba cranky and demand for attention. I just dunno how to tell him sbb nampak keji je mcmla poyo je.


Anyway, to that guy I know you are reading this, stop harrasing me lah oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.


Go and find a sheeplah!!!



Ahhh..Better.
Happy weekends, bunnies!

Dead?

My mom is going to Jakarta next week.
I am going to die.


Or


My mom is going to Jakarta next week.
If she doesn't return until Hari Raya,
I am going to wear shorts
and eat Maggie on Hari Raya morning
again.


Or


My mom is going to Jakarta next week.
She might ask us to celebrate Hari Raya
In Jakarta
Again.
Which I would say no to
Unless dad moved next door to
Nicholas Saputra [yummy].





My mom is going to Jakarta next week.
Will anybody realized that I died?


If nobody update this blog
Call 991 [or issit 994 or 999?]
Like immediately



My mom is going to Jakarta next week.
*Wicked grin*

Memories

What is your best puasa memories?


Mine is during my days in JB. Despite being fat and dull that was the best time. Will be given mangkuk hijau or mangkuk biru for fasting month, to eat bubur. Ada mangkuk sangat bereerti ok.Takde cawan pon takpe, sebab boleh pow junior.Kalau diorang tak nak bagi, kau lecture je, bukan susah.haha


And then had to find ways to escape tadarus and to skipped watching jejak rasul. Usually we just tell the prefect that we dun feel like watching or just ignore as if she never exist. If that fails [as in she uses kuasa wrden] just grab your tudung and talked craps with your friends, pretending to watch jejak rasul.


But I love rounding the compound. Holding hands and singing hari raya song or that song "angiin bayuuu membawa diriku". You dunno what is round compound? It's like evening walk laa..


And how can I forget air kathira and otak-otak gelang patah. Sini ada jugak jual air kathira tapi rasa tak macam pon.Rasa keji adela.Tipulah. Menci.


Finally terawikh. Terawiikh..ermm..the image is blurry. But i remember vividly receiving few rotans from my HEM, Sharifah Asmak because talking too loud and laughing hysterically with few girls insideschool hall while the others performing terawikh. Tak acila, aku sorang je kene. Sebab aku tak mengadap HEM tu aku tak sempat lari.Hoh,kejila korang-korang yang lain tu.


Nowadays, puasa is like same old day. This year, it's hectic. Got no time to go ohh and ahh over food at pasar ramadhan. Always rushing to get something for my mom and bro. By the time I reached home, it's ngam-ngam time for berbuka.


Some more very lazyyyy to do work?Howw?Howww??


Anyway, tell me..What is your fondest memory during ramadhan?

Weekenders

How was your weekend? Ehe, I know it's kind of late to ask but I'm still asking.Hehe.


Did you get to berbuka with the people that you want? Me..humm..I even get to berbuka with my big families as in grandma and aunties. Is that good or bad? Dunno.


So what did they cook for the family-session berbuka? Roti jala, seri muka, murtabak and few other appetizers [appetizers ke? Entah]. After maghrib prayer we ate nasi with masak lomak ikan, toghong bolado, kubis and err..ayam mawi [yeah, my aunt my up a recipe for her love of mawi]. Despite those mouth watering dishes, there's one dish that really make my cornea bigger. Kuih jongkong.

Outer part

Inner part.

Haha, yes, the nama is a bit keji but the taste is..uhhhh..Ag told me that the kuih tasted like tepung pelita but noooooooooo, it does not taste like tepung pelita. Hmm.I swear I can see him making faces while reading this entry. Bukan..dia tak rasa macam tepung pelita ok.


Actually it's a sweet dessert. The green thingy is made from tepung beras and the kuah is made from gula melaka. The taste? Swoon. Kuih jongkong can only be found during fasting month. Am not sure whether it's available elsewhere but one thing for sure, because of this, Hulu Langat rawks!


Anyway, on Sunday we went to OU since I haven't get my Raya shopping done. We picked Mark's cafe even though OU is surrounded by lots of salivating shop because ag feel like eating curry laksa. Even though we had our meal for berbuka, later on he suddenly feel like mengembalikan kenangan semasa silam. So we ate at this supposed-to-be-kopitiam hut in jusco. That place also sell yik mun's pau. Dia ni, kalau aku ajak makan pasta kat stall seblah pon, mesti nak order pau kaya yik mun jugak, tak paham aku. Besides that pau, he had roti kahwin [ keji kan nama] and hainan kopi o. The roti kahwin, bapak sedap ok, the mentega were all fat that when u bite the roti, they crammed into your mouth with hot buttery feeling. Now, I don't drink coffee be it Colombian, Brazilian or even if Tom Ford made the coffee himself because.. I just don't drink coffee.

Kopi o and roti kahwin

ala..tak nampak asap dia :(

But...can I say no to that aroma, the smell of my late grandma during every evening? The noise of crickets and the taste of hot ubi kayu? No, I can't. Despite being a coffee hater I had a sip, Ok, I lied, I had few sips. The taste..remind me of my childhood years, the time when my mom forbid us to main senja-senja coz there will be hantu tetek and momok, the time when I laughed after seeing my late grandma without his false teeth.It tasted like sweet memories.


But..inside the car..I had the usual-coffee-drinking-stomach-ache..


Huh.
Mengada punya melayu.

Psycho

Goddddddd..I had a very terrible dream.


I dreamt that I went back together with my ex and eloped. Woke up in the middle of the night with a very bad body ache. Shut my eyes and wish all the dream will go away but it was continued. It seemed that everybody in this world was helping us to be together. What the hell was that?dsasftdeuhhtre6k7257$#%$^*&#$####@#@$%gfhgnh.


Whylaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..Some more it's Mondayyy.


I so really really hate that.


Anyway, happy monday eh?
Don't let this psychoness spread to you.

Finally...

The traffic was so heavy yesterday. Reached Shah Alam around 5.55, like 10 minutes to berbuka. Still I determined to get my murtabak, drove to the nearest stall with high hopes.


As I stepped out from the car, the abang murtabak [yes, the one I accidentally scolded the day before] smiled at me.


"Murtabak ada lagi bang?"
"Adaaaaa.Hari ni saya masak extra untuk awak.Special punya" He smiled. I smiled back and mouthed thank you.


Terima kasih abang ye, sedap murtabak abang. Lain kali saya beli lagi.

Haih..

Ye, tau bulan puasa ni tak boleh marah-marah tapi semalam dah termarah..macamana?


Mula-mula masa nak buka la, dari first day teringin nak makan murtabak, gile babinyer teringin, nak nak dengan bawang kaler pink tu..tapi, tak dapat sebab dah habis so petang semalam konon-konon bawak kete laju abislah kan. Sampai Shah alam dalam 6.20 petang.4 tempat dah pegi, semua murtabak habis. Dekat satu kedai ni tanyala abang murtabak tu.


"Bang nak murtabak satu"
"Dah habisla dik, hari ni habis cepat"
"Ala abang ni tipula, bukan hari ni je.Semalam pon cakap habis cepat.. Jahatlah" Abang tu muka terkulat-kulat je tengok chics ngamuk tiba-tiba.Sorryla ye bang. Saya pon rasa saya agak cacat.


Kejila orang Shah Alam ni. Makan banyak.Koranggggg, janganla makan murtabak banyak-banyak, nanti tak muat baju raya.


Orang Shah Alam gemuk, jahat, tanak kawan dahla orang shah alam semua ni.hoh!


Lepas tu malam tu, mak suruh beli susu stroberi low fat sebab die nak minum masa sahur. Sebab chics ni anak yang baik so pegila beli.Dah beli tu tengok minyak nak abis, ah.. isi la sekali, senang sket besok. Sekali tu kan, stesyen minyak seksyen 3 tu bongek pulakkk. 2 je tempat yg elok, yang lain semuala rosak. Finela..chics sabarlah..tungguuu walaupun kat depan ada banyak kete. Finally motor depan ni tengah isi minyak. Baru nak kluar dari kete tiba-tiba ada satu skuter bawak minah rambut blonde menyelit depan kete chics. Pastu minah tu cepat-cepat gi bayar.


Ewah ewah, kau ingat kau blonde kau boleh dapat isi minyak dulula?


Hoih, aku niiiiiiiiiii dah tunggu lamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.Kira kalau kereta tak de minyak dah masa tu, memang boleh berjalan sendiri sebab kuasa turbo kemarahan aku mengatasi segalanya. Kalau bukan bulan puasa, dah sememangnya aku akan tekan clutch kuat-kuat dan buat bunyi "bang" yang paling hebat dekat seksyen 3 tapi semalam chics hanya keluar dari kereta sambil berkata


"Dah nampak kereta ni kat belakang motor tadi kan, apsal kau gatal jugak nak potong queue?"


Balik tu terus ngadu kat ag [macam biasala, chics memang suke mengadu, tak pon nangis]


Chics: Hello by, buat apa tu?
Ag: Tengah main game.Main game Championship Manager [or something like that]
Chics: By, nak crite marah ni.
Ag: Haaa..Ok, critela.
Chics: Tadikan..bla..bla
Ag: Haaa..
Chics: Bodoh tak skuter..bla..bla..
Ag:Haaaa..
Chics: Asyik haaa..haa je.. you denga ke tak I cite ni?Kejila main game.
Ag: Manade main gamela..I denga u la.
Chics: Lepas tu kan I borak dengan Nikkit..bla..bla..sedih laa..
Ag: Hehehe.
Chics: Hey, apsal gelak, I kan sedih ni. So you kenela bagi expression sedih, bukan gelak.
Ag: Oh..Kesian baby I. Takpe, jangan sedih I ade.
Chics: Dahla tak nak cakap dah. U mainlah game kay.
Ag: Hah, Gerrard baru score!


Aduhhh..


Serius.. aku tak taula nak marah ke nak apa dah...


Kalau cakap pasrah, bleh?

Meet the barkers..arf..arff..

I was watching Meet The Barkers last night. It's sort of real-world series of Travis Barker of Blink 182 and his fiancee Seanna Whateverherfamilynameis [but assumed it's Barker]. You remember Travis? The skinny drummer with tattoo all over his body? The one with the skinniest body amongst the other two? He was engaged to Seanna Miller, some Miss America or something.

Travis and fiancee

Eh, no. I don't fancy Travis. He's too skinny for my liking but there is something that I like about him. Yeah, perhaps the tattoo thingy is cool, plus the piercing but that's not it [too much tattoo turns me off]. I just adore the way he treated his kids. So fatherly. No more "Warghh..I'm a punk junkie" attitude. Just normal loving father.


In the series, they were not really married but soon to be.. Still, they are having two kids after sharing few years together as a couple. Seanna was fun and so was Travis. Seeing Travis with his kids and seeing him with Seanna really melted my heart. I don't know whether it's just plain acting or whatever scene they were pulling over there but I think he's a great guy. Just looked at his face when he played with his kids, spending his time with them and the moment when he lay around with Seanna and embracing each other. Maybe they are good actors but somehow I think it's real, not like that Jessica Simpson [although I must say, I feel like groping her ass]


Now, have you ever seen any punk or guys with tattoo or piercing all over their body, someone like Travis [Just leave his money aside, kay?]? What will you say if they want to be with you? I would say.."Hey, I like your style but can you loose your hair?" * But that's just me. My taste might differ from yours. But I can tell, most of us will snicker if this type of guy approached us [including me]. It's like ..are you talking to me? Are you lost? If you do, can you please get lost?


What I am trying to say is..Why can't we give people a chance? Why judge people on their appearance rather than finding out yourself? It doesn't mean that people with piercing and fake boobs are born with black heart. Whatever they did with their appearance are their own business and it got nothing to do with they way they treat people.


I am tired of meeting so called behave guy. First, I can't behave that well myself and I would feel a complete idiot around him and second, come on..don't tell me you can really behave like that for the rest of you life. Who are you kidding? Once in a blue moon you may ask me to bring out that whip and ermm..ok we are in a holy month, sorry.


Then again.. Am not saying I want a trash either.


Ehe now you got me mixed up. I was actually talking about perception toward people not about what type of guy who I would go for.


Ok. Back to my point, the next time you want to make a first impression about a stranger [take chics for a start] hold your thought, instead..why not give them a chance. It's nothing wrong to have faith in people.


So there you go. Before I make Fadzilah Kamsah cry with my so-called-enlighten-speech, I better let you bunnies finish your job.


Have a good day ahead kay?





*Answer might vary depending on situation.

Are you fasting today?

Since last week, my colleagues had been asking me this question


"Are you fasting today?"


And for hundred times I answered them by saying "Not todayla, but soon". I must say ,they were quite excited by the fact that I will have to fast for a month. No, actually they were more excited imagining themselves indulging with good food from pasar ramadhan.


So yesterday, during lunch, I was telling them that that would be my last lunch for this month.


Colleague 1: You sure that's enough or not? You can't eat tomorrow you know.


Me: Yeaah. I am full already *eating my mee hoon tomyam*


Colleague 2: So what are gonna do tonight? You have to perform some kind of prayer right?


Me: Semayang terawikh. And tomorrow shall have sahur.


Colleague 1: What is sahur?
Colleague 3: She have to eat before dawn laaa..


Coleague 2: Then for buka you can go pasar malam right? Wah, I made a pact with my bf already to go puasa pasar malam on this weekend.


Me: It's pasar ramadhanlah. Anyway, dependslah, not necessary I go to pasar ramadhan tomorrow. As long as halal, anything will do.


Colleague 1: Ey, I want to ask you one question. Why is it, that Malay cannot eat pork?*She always give me this kind of question*


Me: Well, it's forbidden in our religion. But I read it somewhere that actually pig has tape worms attached to their stomach. So it's not so hygienic. That's scientifically


Colleague 1: Oh, so it's because of hygenic thingyla? Because someone told me that Malay cannot eat because you guys sort of perform some kind of sembahyang to worship the pig.


Me:What??No!!!*laugh out loud*
The rest of my colleagues turned red and one of them was laughing hysterically.


Where the hell did she heard this from? Which moron told her this? I don't blame her, she's so naive and I think I'm the only Malay friends she ever befriended with. Perhaps she got mixed up with Hindus and their believes.


But if I managed to find the culprit, I want to sekeh his head.


Anyway, to my Muslim reader [eceh, macamla banyak sangat orang baca blog aku ni kan ], happy fasting.


May this month be the best month ever.

Jelly heart

Jelly heart

So I said to those the girls who sat on my front row "You guys are going to visit me at the old folks home when we get old" while wiping out my tears, after laughing out loud.


"Shut up chics, dun say that.I hate it when you said that" Said the girl with long silky hair. She rolled her eyes so that she will looked so annoyed, actually she looked funny [don't tell her this, kay..promise?]with a fork in her hand, as if she's ready to poke my eyes [.


I just throw a small laugh. "Come on, it's true ok". Then the girl besides me spoke meekly."I think I want to book a bed beside you", half laughing.
I studied her face." Oh, then you will be on my right and Nad will be on my left. We shall be happy at the old folks home.Haha"


The girl with the hair dress who was seated next to miss silky hair just stared at us, disbelieve, still she continued eating. Ahah, she's thin allright, but she can eat a lot.
"No, you guys are not going to end up at old folks home, I'll built a small shelter for you guys somewhere near where I stay". The silky haired girl still doesn't want to quit.


"Can we have double decker bed?" Asked Nad, out of no where, eagerly.


Yes Nad, sure you can. As long as you remember to prepare muffin for her every morning,and Tina sweep the lawn and I my self have to carry out my most hated chores, folding clothes.. I think double decker bed shouldn't be any problem.


How times flies. The girl with the silky hair used to tell me almost, almost everyday that she will be the last woman standing but hey, gorgeous girls won't stay single for that long. I used to sleep with her and bored her with my stories until she fall asleep even before I manage to get to my point. Still, I love her all the same. You know the vision of crawling under her bed during prep hours are still vividly on my mind. The vision of us, doing prep with our ikan in the Hawaii room is still fresh, as fresh as the smell of that Hawaiian room itself. And now, there she was, glowing, heart full of flowers, beaming. I must say, I never saw her like this before. Truly, I am happy for her.


She was one of the three that night. Those who sat in front of me shall be soon belong to someone, very soon. Over the years, these are the people who shared my laugh and tears. These are the people who I don't mind getting my tits groped. I mean, I get to grope theirs in return. What I was trying to say is, with these girls. . I know that I can say anything, share anything. They won't judge they will stick with me no matter what happens.


"Do you think you will cry when it really happens?" The girl beside me asked not so long time ago. I stared at her, forcing a smile.


Obviously.



But hey, I rather cry seeing her in this way than see her cry every time she gets her heart broken.


I..love her. So much.
For.. she was always there for me when the world seemed to crumble, right in front of my eyes.

Fishes

My weekend was great. On Saturday went out with my sisters and on Sunday went out with my love. Both included sea creatures.


Saturday, I feel like my heart is getting smashed seeing all my favourite girls are soon to be wed. Probably that is the last time I got to eat with them as in before Ramadhan. Nope, am not going to talk about it any more further. Probably on other day, not on Monday. I have enough of tension okayyy.


But the Sunday trip was more cheery. Thanks to my provoking skill, I managed to drag ag to aquaria. Well, it was not that big, still it managed to make jump with excitement. Yeah, am that easy to please. Just bring me to the zoo or any animal sanctuary, and you could see the 15 years old girl in me.


Oh, we even saw this guy in fantastic four outfits, I think he is the trained diver to feed all the fishes in the big tank. And I think that soo cool. You know if I have the chance to do that, I might want to wear some mermaid out fit. You know like swim swim and play with the sharks. Yeah, just like Paris did in simple life. Haha


Baby, can we take scuba lesson?

cutie, you want to follow kakak home?




Some eye-catching fish

We wrapped up the day by having scrumptious dinner at my fav restaurant, Sundanese.Yumm..Yummm!!


Oh, the rest of the pics are here.Enjoy your Monday bunnies!

Haltered

Hello bunnies.


It's Sunday and I'm bummed.
Last night me and my girls
went to Seoul to err..fest before fasting month come.


The result, I feel fat today
and I swear my thighs are getting bigger [at least that's what my eyes told me]


Nyway, got to go.
This is my last chance to wear halter top for this whole month.
Next week, it shall be proper okla not to say proper
but decent dressing.


Have a great day bunnies
and try not to think that tomorrow is Monday.


Muah muah-->You are going to miss this when Ramadhan come.Haha

The killer

Two weeks ago my grandma held the annual kenduri kesyukuran to welcome Ramadhan.


I thought it was the usual big kenduri where my grandma will invite the whole hulu langat. Instead it was against the norm, only closed family members were invited. Everybody was surprised to see me there [and secretly, so do I :P]. The thing that really maddened me was none of my grown up cousins [I was the eldest] attended the kenduri, they all went pak tor with their boyfriends and even let they boyfriends picked them up even though they just live opposite my grandma's and me.. can't be doing that coz I want to please my mom, when actually nobody cared. One of few things that I do not wish to follow my mum is her concern to live upon people expectations.


I was left alone to mingle around with kids. Who talked about hip hop, underground band that I never heard of and forever non-stop making their 'in' jokes that nearly made me cry coz I can't believe I was one of them!. Hello, I'm too old for that,ok.


Got nothing to do over there, really. Wanting to help cooking and preparing[haha, nice try]..But my grandma has her own maid and my aunties had their maid with them to my grandma's house. So I was just someone who's making smirking faces and listen to bibik sesame bibik conversations. After a while I get bored and start playing with my phone. Uh, and I found games services in my maxis service. Click on the virtual pet and start playing. I fed that thing, bath and some other stuff that a moron can think of. Oh, it's not just a thing, I name it, coco as in coco chanel [haha]. I was not that fun but hey, it’s better than watching mawi on the telly [no offense]. Around 12 midnight, my bro was ready to go back to Shah Alam and I was more than happy.


Yesterday, the same feeling crept over me while I was waiting for my mum to finish her maghrib prayer in the car. I was bored. Was thinking to listen to the radio but it was azan so..you knowlah. Then only I remember about coco.


Clicked to virtual pet status.


Age:2
Fit:-1
Joy:-4

Pet is awake
()()
(#")
(00,


Why...


()-()
(TT)
(00), R U so cruel!!
U din clean me,
And you starved me 2 death..


Oh shit. Oh shit.


Dengan bodohnye aku pegila click button feed, with full of guilt as if I forgot to feed my cats for over 1 week. This is the reply that I get.


-=I dun=-
mean
2 leave
you
*-but-*
my time
wif u
.:is up:.
-=take=-
"good"
care of
urself [celake, penatnye aku nak taip ikut skema sms ni].


No, this can't be happening. Oh, perhaps I should give my pet medication.. so medicine, clicked and go.
The reply.. was still the same.


Fuck. I just starved my pet to death.
I killed my pet.


And moronly I feel bad and guilty.
Like soo bad..
I wish I wasn't too occupied to feed it.
I wiash I wouldn't be too selfish just to think of myself.


Padahal mende tu kenal aku pon tak..


Apa kene dengan aku ni wey??

Strangers in my windows.

I am not a people person. Besides my close friends and my boyfriend, I am more willingly to spend my time with my darlings' cats. Rather be left alone than meeting up or making conversations with strangers.


I thought, why should I? I am pretty at ease with the fact that people calling me snob, hostile or whatever you can think of me, as if you know me that well. Life is too short to feel bothered by people's remarks. Don't you think so?


But you know, lately I was amazed by the fact that actually none of it is true.


I hadn't got the chance to be online that much plus I was and still occupied with workloads that sometimes really pushed me to the limit. Hey no, I am not complaining, I love my job. It's just that on a very terrible day a little short email or even sms from strangers can make a big difference.


Thanks to this blog, I met wonderful people that always form sunshine to my day. There's this babe named puteree. Even though I only knew her for like few months but it seemed like I had known her for over a year. She's funny, comforting but honest. I mean if something I told her not quite like she was having in mind, she told me off and I think that cool. They funny thing is, we never meet each other. Hey babe, I am glad to know you. Really.


And yesterday, I received few emails from this gentleman whom I used to chat online with. No, he's not going after me or anything but he's just being friendly because he's a nice person. We used to correspond through email however, after sometime we lost connection. Not until last week when I remitted an email to bunch of people, forwarding some position I had in hands, which pretty much everybody on my emailing list was included. At the end of that email I wrote my full name which is myfullname ros kamal coz I was using my company's email. After 1 week, he replied my email by saying "Is that you chics?" and he mentioned that he had been traveling for the past few weeks and haven't got much chance to do almost anything.


I had a bad day yesterday at the office. Like really bad that I didn't even talked back when my HR made fun of me[hah!]. But when his third email came he made me laugh real hard for the first time. It was just a simple email but to me it did help to loosen up my screws.


"Maybe I should call you mawar"


The last time that someone called me by the name of mawar is 15 years back who happened to be my music teacher. I mean, ros kamal is my father's name, not mine. Actually people mistake that ros name all the time but it's been quite sometimes when someone brought up that mawar thingy. So original ;)


These people are just some of instances who always brighten my days with witty emails or smses. You know who you are. Thank you so much. You guys are cool!


Just don't write me some corny erotic poems or giving me some email with something says like "can we meet up and make out"?
Moron. You definitely belong to the trash bin.


Anyway, I don't think I'll be having a bad mood today since ag is back at his office. He...is the reason I smile everyday.