Roti jala

Succulent

I am fasting again which shall explicate my rambling. And you , dressed in blue shirt, you are right too. I'm bored rigid and got nothing to do. That's why I came out with second entry.


At this moment I'm thinking about the hotness of roti jala from Pantai Dalam. If I'm not mistaken it is called jala emas. It was my ex who introduced me to that stall. Every Monday morning we would start our day by stopping at that stall. It,s actually a small stand, a bit old but not filthy. You know I'm very particular about food places aight? Whateverlah.


Anyway, roti jala there was goddam appetizing. I mean, placed your order and they will fry it right there, so no more cold servings. It came along with chicken curry. Chicken curry. It's comical to think that I in actual fact refuse to devour curry but when it comes to roti jala, Ohh my.. please scoop me another bowl. And..they also put a dish of sambal as the crown. Just imagine, you slice your roti jala into small bit and dip it inside the curry. Sweltering curry and let you mouth swoon by the hotness of the sambal.Fohhhhh.


Another shop that sells salivating roti jala is la cucur. The roti jala there is pretty good either but the price is higher. At jala mas you could get 4 pieces for RM1.40 but at la cucur you have to fork out RM 5 for 5 pieces. What do you expectlah, jala mas is located somewhere in low to middle class neighbourhood and la cucur, somewhere inside shopping malls.


Haven't got the chance to go to Pantai Dalam lately but today I missed that makcik and seeing guys in TNB uniforms so much. Perhaps I can drag someone to accompany me this weekend?* hint- hint*

Ok .Perhaps now it's time for me to stop before my stomach growl louder.
Ada jugak yang batal puasa nanti..

Road to Istan..eridification

As I was browsing my school yahoo group email, I realized how most of us decided to strengthen our wisdom by pursuing studies. Be it masters or phd.


Now, the fact that I only have a degree did make me puckered my brow sometimes. Despite being seen as a superficial person with a light meaning of life, I believe I worth more than that. Like everybody else I sought to broaden my horizon but the thing is, I am clueless when it comes to deciding what course to take. You see, my degree is in artificial intelligence [I was forced by the uni to take this course so please don't pretend to make that shock face :P] where we learned about fuzzy logics, neural networks and robotics. Had to sleep with lots of diagrams and calculations at night. It may didn't sound like me at all but actually I love it and it's supposed to be a secret :(. It is a course that fit my indolence. Not much things to be learn by rote just comprehend, twist your mind, think outside the box and wallah aced that paper.No memorizing what ever shit, just dive into the concept. Regardless of being reviled by some tutors and lecturers, I survived. But then, the dilemma transpired when Malaysia haven't got much to offer for this major which make me feel helpless. Thus working in a line that got nothing to relate with my expertise [as if! Hahaha]


I'm quite a practical person, I would never do something knowing I won't be using it later on. If I want to be engage again with learning, it got to be either these two things. One, something that I really enjoy such as journalism or something related to arts namely interior design or even performing arts. Second, something which is rare like network intelligent or something related to A.I. The problem would be..One, my parents wouldn't like it especially my dad. The second one, my dad would be so proud but there're not much course being offered locally meaning I have to go somewhere out of Malaysia. Going away even for certain period is not easy given that I have to leave my beloved behind. Hello, don't make that face but I am like that ok.Tsk..


Do I want to remain obtuse for the rest of my life? My heart says no. Even my mind say no. And I found it insufferable when people looked down on me for the way I bring my self. I hate it when people say that "Oh, you can always marry a rich guy and get whatever you want". Fuck youlah. Do I look like someone who goes after people money? If I do, I'll be singing along with Tom Ford and Bicardi in my hand by now. Can you just not be shallow and typical? Sheesh.


I want to do something in my life but looked like I'm only saying and not doing anything about it which is calamitous. So, for now I just keep those thoughts to myself. Reason being.. Have to think about lots of things, being alone in a strange place, leaving mom and ag behind, trying to make a living with insufficient fund [scary ok] and I am so sure I would extremely go over board when it comes to enjoying myself. Hehehe


So for now, just love me as I am.
Ok?

Tak larat

Was practically having a dreadful day at work. Everything seemed to be slow moving. Even the rock song from my boss pc seemed to be mellow. I thought, shite another boring day.


When the clock stroke 1, my cell phone rang, singing Alicia key songs. Ag. He must be on his way back from Perak. He probably wanted to tell me that he already boarded the bus. That's good, I haven't see his face for like 5 days now and I wonder if that explained the reason I always ended sulking and throwing my tantrum for the past few days. Anyway, I picked up the phone.


Me: Hello.
Ag: Turun bawah jap by
Me: Huh?Buat apa? Malasla
Ag: Turunlah..Rindu I tak?Kalau rindu turun sekarang.
Me: Rindula bengek tapi turun nak buat apa. U bukannya ada sini.
Ag: I dekat bawahla sayang, nak jumpa you.
Me: Tanakla tipu.Tak klaka ok
Ag: Betulla sayang, I dekat bawah ofis you ni. I tunggu.Turun k
Me: *squeal*


So I rushed down.I was hoping that this is not one of his prank, if it was..heh, taula aku nak buat apa nanti. As the lift opened I saw his smiling face greeting me.Me? I'm grinning form ear to ear with a heart bigger than my body.


"I balik malam tadilah. Saja nak suprisekan you"


And he gave me the warmest hug ever.

Wrong exit

I love to hang fire on most things that I do. I dunno why so dun ask me. Just be gratified that you're not as slothful as I am. Whatever. Oh, my point. Ok. My point is, because of procrastinating, I had to ganti my puasa yesterday since I was so lazy to do that earlier. Leave alone yesterday, I have like 13 more days to go. I know, you don't have to say it. And no, I'm not going to elucidate it either.


Also, yesterday I had to go to Damas. Instead of taking a cab with paid coupon at KL Sentral, I hailed a cab in front to the monorail station at brickfield..cost-cutting measure .Hehe. Usually taxi drivers there are mostly Indian. Imagine my excitement when I saw a cab with a malay driver. And so he stopped the car.


I requested him to follow jalan duta instead of bangsar. It was hot and the driver tuned to RMKL.U know RMKL.WTF? I had a major headache listening to the dj ramblings.If given opportunity I would go to angkasapuri and bash his head for being a moron on the radio. Come onlah but again, it's his cab and it's his choice. On reaching intersection to mont kiara, my colleague called me.So I was bla bla bla with her on the phone only to realize the pakcik missed the exit. He instead, followed the sprint highway. Few minutes later he asked me "Boleh tunjuk jalan tak?" I wish I could answered but the route seemed so unfamiliar as if I'm in Uzbekistan. Instead of responding him with a correct answer I replied "Alamak, saya memang fail jalan.Pakcik masuk jalan lain saya dah tatau".Demm. I mean, he is the cab driver, he should know the route. So the pakcik used his sixth sensed and continued driving until I saw a signboard written Shah Alam -10 kilometer. I was thinking..baik aku balik rumah terus je macam ni.Hoh. Perhaps he was getting pleasure from the ride while mounting his meter.


Like someone said, I easily get irritated. Perhaps you could envisage the way I look at that moment. I bet even mak lampir look sweeter than I did. Glanced at the meter, RM 20. Fuck. Usually it only cost me RM 7 the most to reach damas. The pakcik tried to make some conversation but being someone with audible predicament cum obnoxious tantrum, it didn't help much. He was saying how he wished he took the exit before and bla bla bla. I tried to pacify my self by pinning my ears back to the radio but hello..it's RMKL where the dj talk craps and cackle at their own jokes. I wanted to riposte but I fear everything that will come out will sounded malicious and since I'm fasting I just act as if I'm hearing and pretended that if I'm cool with everything. Sheesh.


Finally when we reached damas..The meter was already RM 25. What? Fuck
Me:Pakcik, macamana kira ni?
Pakcik: Baya jelah brape-brape nak..Pakcik yang salah. Maaflah.Selalunya pakcik jual kat pasar malam je. Ni baru nak bawak teksi.Cuba-cuba
Me:Ohh..Takpelah saya bayar tambang yang saya biasa naiklah *giving him a red note*


Sorrylah pakcik, I'm also facing an economy crisis right now. Initially I only wanted to shell out RM 5 but I guessed that pakcik touched my soft spot. And I found that my fury vanished as I crossed the road...

Ding dang?

Oh my, that was soo then..

Do you recognize this entity? Ehe, frets not, neither do I. I had to take a second glance at my colleague when she called me holding this thing in her hand. Yeah, it is the 'numbered chocolates'. I thought I would never see them again and ehehe,and yeah I sort of forgotten that they ever exist.


As I said before, my mum forbid my bro and me to devour from what she called 'rubbish'. Those old days, this chocolate and the coklat bendera were so eyes inviting. Not to mention adverts featuring mat sentul's voices, ding dang and tora. Like.."Tora datang lagi dengan permainan gasing ajaib". Duh.* Rolling eyes*. I tell you, the chocolates tasted like shit, perhaps the smell are better than my cat's poo but other than that..they are pretty the same. And uhh.. don't forget..what's the shit name? Cikedis. Hahaha. Cikedis made a break through just like colgate. Like.."Can you please pass me the colgate" instead of saying "Can you please pass me the toothpaste". Same goes to cikedis. I mean, be it twisties, kam kam or what so ever fucking shit yg aku dah tak ingat namanya, people will call them cikedis. Perhaps it only happened back then. Now, I'm not so sure coz I don't talk to the mamak or perform the guling-guling to get it anymore. I just grab what I want, keep my mouth shut and pay. So, you can't blame me for not catching up with the latest lingo.


Aha. Blame my mom for being so stringent back then. Her daughter [ I bet his son too] is now constantly buying what she once called 'rubbish'. Not only that , her daughter now truly keep experimenting[and er..addicted?] with pure rubbish. Ok, I shall not elaborate more on that. I did asked her why did she acted that way, she said..ehehe..to make sure that my brain cultivate well so that I could become someone brilliant. Hohoh. If only she could see the future, I think she would never stop me at the very beginning.


Still, this thing brought back the nostalgia.
I wonder if they still sell ice-pop?

Sore

I'm having a sore throat and it feels like having kertas pasir in your mouth.
Feel sick.


I have this feeling that me and my mum will not be speaking for quite some time.
I think she is pissed with me.
Mak, why dun you go marah ayie instead of me..
Issit just because i'm the eldest so I have to do everything?
Issit just because i'm the eldest that I deserve to be yelled at?
Did you ever consider how am i struggling with my life when I feel everything is meaningless?
Perhaps I shud pack my bags and live somewhere else or fake my death.
Perhaps I shud just beg any guy to marry me so I can live happily. Hah
Bad idea.Marriage won't solve the problem
But keeping quiet and eat those words won't either.
But what can I do when I tried to defend myself and u then will say I'm being ungrateful?
Tell melahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Demm..Complicated.


I'm having a bad monday.
When i fell like writing I will write.
Yes, i'm whining again.
Don't give a fuck if you think I shud not.
Like you give a fuck anyway!

All the small things

What are the bits and pieces that make you fall for someone? What are the things that you remember about your other half when you miss them? I would say every small little thing.


He send you flowers sometimes, he gift you presents sometimes but things that stuck on your head are the way he folded his sleeves, the way he drove the car while puffing his ciggie or perhaps his expression when he said sorry whenever both of you faced fracas. And when you think of these things, you blushed and all of sudden you felt that your heart melts.


At times people around you might not get the reasons you are head over heels with the one that you love since according to them, that person is not that good looking, his wallet is not fat enough, he's not that sweet..to sum up in a phrase, you deserve someone better. But to you, there are things that locked your heart, things that you found not that relevant to tell and if you did it might sound cheesy but yeah, those things made you craved for him more.


Also.. all those small things also tend to rip your heart apart. Even the slightest ignorance or bad deeds put you on a sulking mode for the whole day. And again..people might not understand, they will say that you are a drama queen instead.


Especially when you miss someone and keep looking at your hand phone hoping his number will appear. Wanting to call him but you didn't want to barge in his activities. Finally when you called,when it's almost 1.30 a.m but all he said was he's been meaning to call but only after he finished his karaoke session..

Lelaki sengal

After watching a discomfiture session of AF when Idayu one of the powerful voices got voted out, my brain cells nearly went berserk of boredom until ikhwan buzzed me up for a drink.


We talked about what else, relationship questions. He enlightened me about a category of guy who loves playing hero. As if hero part in the movie.


This breed of guy represent them self as the cool guy. Nonchalant and unflappable. They bring themselves in the most minimal way but their presence gives a big waves. When involving relationship, they will tend to give the least they could and would gleefully accept minimal treatment in return. To them, pursuing for women is a waste of time, instead.. women will come eating at the palm of their hands. To me, I categorized them as 'lelaki sengal'


No, they don't degraded women, it just that they won't squander too much effort either. Vocabularies such as arjuna, pencinta agung or romeo does not exist in their dictionary. If you are looking for these kinds of terminology you stumbled upon the wrong guy. Attention whores and needy bitches [namely chics] will usually face tribulations dealing with their so-called-composure attitude. Equipped your mind with the thought that they will never come up with surprises that will melt your heart or perhaps do things beyond your expectations for to them, loving you by calling twice a day and see you during weekends are good enough. Also, football and you, are in the same league, so save all the bickering to your self.


It's not that they don't love their significant others, like Ikhwan said [ok, he admitted that he's one of them. Ha!] , they do. They really really do but they prefer to save their affection to themselves which some women might find it somewhat frustfurating. I did ask him whether he really loves his girlfriend. He said it's beyond words. The most unbelievable thing, despite the laid-back attitude, this breed would be torn into pieces when their relationship goes down the drain. And it will take them forever to get over it. They might seem like they don't care but for all intents and purposes they do. Conceivably they have their own distinctive way to illustrate it. How? I wish I know.


Heartaches and the loveless feelings may be your best cohort if you happened to be with this type of guy but hey, smile a little bit because one thing for sure, their attitude will never go beyond their usual par [what can go worst when you are already in the pits?] and they hardly go ashtray . The slightest gestures could evenly make they feel at ease for the whole day. With a little education from your side, improvement is coming along the way. See, you can save all your effort for that marathon session in shopping malls. *grin*


Ikhwan, I know you are trying your best to cheer me up but being a menggelupur girl, I still think you and ag need do something unexpected or else you'll be seeing me often after your girlfriend go merajuking. Hehehe..

Random thoughts

1. Aku nak johnny



2. Tadik lunch makan mee ruski sebab malas nak turun bawah



3. Apasal rambut aku dah rosak ni? Tula gatal sangat nak rambut cam mat salleh



4. Berasa sangat sengal



5. Rasa nak balik



6. Malam ni nak tengok live band dengan fahimi tapi macam malas



7. Kenapa takde kasut yang ada saiz aku?



8. Kenapa takde beg coklat yang lawa?



9. Kereta aku adik aku dah buat macam kereta rempit



10. Aku baru sedar aku takde life rupanya



11. Apsalla tak puas hati kat aku.Meh sini kau kita bitch fight.Ndak?



12. Aku ada satu rahsia macam gatal nak bagitau



13. Terasa macam nak bakar ofis



14. Kening aku macam pelik ,senget sebelah tapi tak apa.Bukan ada orang yang aku nak ngorat



15. Bodohnye.Telefon ofis aku pastu tanya "hello nak bercakap dengan siapa".Hello.Akula yang patut tanya kau, bodoooohhhhh



16. Bila perut aku nak kempis?Tak macam gwen lansungla.



17. Tiba-tiba sakit perut sebab maggie tadik mcm pedas.



18. Besok mungkin akan mem'vain' kan diri secara bersendirian.



19. Mungkin akan mati tanpa disedari orang weekends ini.



20. Hah.Nampak sangat aku sengal tahap dewa.
    

Sedeyla

I thought not meeting ag this weekend is enough to put me in a bad mood for the whole weekend. He has to attend some team building camp somewhere in Perak. Which leads me to spend my time with my mom since we both didn't spend much time due to our own hectic schedules. But..


Emak: So all your friend are getting married. I think you will be the only one who will stay single.
Me: Yeah. Nevermind. I can always be the hot chic. Haha *seeing my own reflection on her bedroom mirror.
Emak: Hello, until when you want to stay like that? Youth doesn't last forever you know.
Me: Biarla. Whatever. I don't care.
Emak: Anyway, I'm going off to Terengganu for business trip this Friday. I'll be back perhaps on Sunday.
Me: What? So what am I supposed to do until then. I thought we are going to watch AF together?
Emak: Well, I can always sms you for the result. *shrug*


Hah. One misery is not enough I shoud say. So I'll be alone this weekend. Alone and no loving for me. Whylah MIDF nak hantar orang pegi team building? Whylah my mom have to away? Duduk jelah sini. Kuar-kuar pegi makan and tengok AF.Tsk..


Kejamnya dunia ini. Weekends are the time that everybody waits for. I used to wait eagerly for weekends to arrive but not this week. Aku terasa sungguh sengal.Sungguh tidak disayangi.Huk..huk..


Nasib baikla Nikkit buat makan-makan and futsal..Kalau tak..


Ok.Enough of drama queen. Shall not ruin your lovely Friday.
To all of you, have a good weekend!

The fly

Second entry for today. Yes, I'm bored and I'm thinking of going home early.


Last Tuesday I was feeling extremely hungry after I stepped out from the commuter. The nasi lemak seller seemed to read my mind as he was staring at me with a nasi lemak in his hand. So I went on buying one for me. I tried it before and it was quite good so why not buy it again?


Since my mom was busy, I took a cab instead of asking her to fetch me, meaning I have to share my ride home with 3 more strangers. I hate it but I guess beggars can't be choosy. So we were all set to move on until I heard a buzzing sound somewhere. Sounded like a fly and yes, it was a fly. If my eyes were not playing tricks on me, I saw it flew from the plastic bag I was carrying. I was thinking...It can't be so I pretended not to think of anything. But hell, the fly was one galling creature. He keep buzzing and buzzing until everybody began to fidget uncomfortably. And since that fucking fly was buzzing in the region of my area, everybody began to throw me some kind of look, as if I just pooped in my pants. Hello, that fly is not mine ok. I only have cats and I don't think having a fly, as a pet is a good idea.


After some time the fly finally succumb to the fact that the chance for him to get out to his whatever environment is nil, he began to keep quiet and stay calm. And so everybody sustained their daydreaming session while waiting for the cab driver to drive us home. However, I was the fortunate one coz the driver made me the first person to step out from the cab. Hehehe.


After putting my things down, my temptation to eat the nasi lemak became greater so I grabbed a spoon and opened the banana leaf wrap. And there it was..my nasi lemak, with some hot tasty sambal and..some telur lalat. The fly did come from my plastic after all. Demm yuh!!


Did I tell you I was hungry? I did right? That's explained why I didn't throw that nasi lemak away. Instead I just took the contaminated part and threw it away then continued eating happily


And after that I felt like puking. Blerghh.


Was so boring, got nothing to do. I came upon this blog. Hillarious and entertaining. Might be my new addiction.He.

One Tree Hill

I have new addiction. It's not the O.C. It's called one three hill.


I love Peyton and Lucas characters. Peyton remind me of someone. She has everything, the look, the popularity and the jock boyfriend [ Nathan] yet she is not content with her life..and feels lonely. Lucas in the other hand is the stepbrother to Nathan but Nathan father's denied his existence. Both of Lucas and Nathan have a passion for basketball and both fells for the same girl. To me, it's sad to see every time Lucas meet his father but the father looks at him as he is just another boy.


This may seems like another teen drama but to me each character has their own unique conflict. Yeah, I love watching conflicted drama. Though I don't play basketball coz I'm too short but seeing the determination in Lucas to stand as tall as Nathan really make me hooked.


One thing I learn from this movie and based from my experiences, popularity will fade and sometimes it will even eat you. And it takes a great courage and determination to battle with your own fear. It's better to have exquisite personality and outstanding attitude rather than to have beautiful face.


Want to know more about this series? Here

Spirit

Do you believe in ghost and spirits? I thought I don't until I see one.


How do you react when your microwave make the beep beep sound when you already pulled out the plug. How would you react when you can feel someone brushing your hair when you were alone in your room? And some morning when you wake up there were strange marks on your body when you know you had your fingernails short.


They used to think that I'm crazy. I used to think that I'm crazy too or maybe having some strange imagination. Sleepless nights, white shadows, slow whispers. I thought that I was having a mental problem. It drive you nuts when you wake up in the middle of the night when you could see faces on the window or feel choked as if there were hands strangling you and u when you open your eyes, all you see was darkness. Been experiencing that since I reached my puberty.


1 week before my 17th birthday, I hailed a cab to meet a guy. It was dusk and the cab driven was a guy who wears a serban. He was wearing white serban. No. Everything white. He asked me whether I had found the cure to my asthma problem. I said no but with amazement. How did he found out about my health problem? What more he laid some facts that were 100% accurate about me. He stopped the car suddenly and asked me to get a list of things from the nearest shop if I wanted to be cured from my asthma. I said no, I just want to reach my destination. I told my mom about it later. She looked expressionless but later that night she dragged me to meet up with someone.


I used to wonder why I see things at night. I used to wonder why babies cry when I tried to hold them and I wonder why every time I fall in love even though both part had give the best I would have the irk feeling and will let go.


Later I found out, the cab driver, is not that sincere after all. At least that's what that someone said to me.


That someone say that after my 21st birthday I will be free. I'm 25 now and last weekend was my third attempt to seek for help. I am tired having to battle with so many voices, to stay conscious when I'm with my love ones.


But yes, there are some things they gave me in return which I prefer to keep it to myself.


Until I'm free, they will not let me go for their love for me had grow till no brick can break through. Until I'm not free I will not find my true love for to them their love for me is more than enough. Until I'm not free I will always try to find excuses to break free from every relationship I have for they don't like to share what they have for such a long time with somebody else.


But I pray that they will go away for I long to live happily like everyone else.

Telenovela

Vista is like my second domicile, actually it is where my best bud reside. I went there last week to get prepared for Fadzi's wedding reception. That time nicky and her housemates were watching indonesian's telenovela if I'm not mistaken, Dia. Their expression worth a thousand words. I'm not into that telenovela but their enthusiasm made we want to join them.


Well, I don't favour these types of show until someone taught me to watch mexican telenovela , la usurpadora. Hoh. Since that I'm hooked, ok. Yeah, watching this show nearly gave me a heart attack, plus I'm a woman who is full of expression. Sakit jiwa aku ok. Hari-hari nak balik cepat sebab nak tengok cite ni.Saiko tak saiko?


You might say that it's typical for woman to worship this type of show but hello, I do know guys who watch these types of show too. My friend and his housemates used to rush back home just to watch miss tres hermanas. They even discussed about it after the show ended. I mean how bad is that? But yelah, I guess they are human too :P.


They really make moneylah ok by producing this type of show. I mean, the storyline was kind of predictable but characters in the show really play a big part. You can really hate and fall in love with certain characters. But, one thing I can't bear is the duration. Bapak lama nak habis. Lepas tu, satu hari dalam cite tu adala makan tiga episod. Bongok tak bongok, tapi orang tungguuu jugak.


Now, I rather opt for af3 rather than telenovela.
Oleh itu afundilah amylea.Hihi

Circle

I admit that I'm a spoilt brat. Since I'm the only daughter, so what can I do? I have no option right? :P. That explained why my parents over indulged me. Hehe


When I was in form 1, my mom always sends me biscuits and chocolates. Her favourite was Quality Street, although I did not fancied them that much but hey, she send it anyway coz she liked them. She said they remind her of her own schooling days. Not like some school, we had to stay with other forms according to sport house [mine was red, incase you are wondering]. So, we have to lodge with the seniors.


The most mystifying thing that happened was, I realized that my chocolates and biscuits began to diminish day by day. What made thing more bizarre, sometimes I saw my chocolates wrappers scattered everywhere in the dorm. Damn. Who had been eating my rations? Was only dare to ask my peers, to senior? Uhuh, if you want to keep yourself away from danger, just shut your mouth.


Four years later, my partner in crime, Nicky and I found that the syllabus they educated in school was far more boring than we could handle. So, Nicky began to strangle herself to get the watery eye effect while I tried to look as sick as I could to get our permission to go to the sick bay. My oh my, despite the lioness [she was fierce and she did look like a lion ok] matron, Kak Normah, sick bay used to be a paradise for those who concur with us with the fact that Malaysian syllabus was not that thought-provoking. Those white linen with that hard pillow..ahhhh. Excellent, I tell you. Ok, back to my story. Despite getting permission to go to sick bay, we did not ended being at that place instead we went back to Nicky's dorm. I like her dorm. If no Makcik Selvi around, that place could be one of the most peaceful place on earth.


Nicky: Kau lapa tak?
Me: Lapalaa..Tadi masa rehat makan sikit.
Nicky:Hohohoh.Takpe..takpe..Budak form 1 dorm aku banyak food. Bapak die keje dekat ******.
Me:Hahahaha. Best best.
Nicky:*Opening a locker and took out lots of food.*
Me & Nicky :*Makan sambil baring-baring dan berborak riang*
Me: Eh, budak ni tak marah ke kita makan food die ni?
Nicky: Ala, kelmarin dia offer aku, tapi aku tak nak. So hari ni kire aku terima tawaran dia yang kelmarin tu. Hahahaha
Me: Hahahaha * stuffing some more food*


The similar incident happened if we decided to escape to my dorm. And I had this dormate who was kind of manja. She used to believe that we were her real sisters. She once came to me with a worried face and asked for my advice on whether to choose art class beside music class. And she also told me with a manja voice how she was allergic to her brooch since her headdress was kind of big and asked me to show her how to sew her head dress. I was like..hello, yeah, I'm supposed to act like your sister but hehe..actually I'm not. But I did help her anyway. No. That's not my point. My point is..her locker..was so full of good food. Like..uhh.. While having our sweet time we devoured until the bell rang only to realize that we left crumbs and wrappers on the floor. Ehe, we did try our best to hide them but I guess we overlooked some of them.


By then, I found the answer to my puzzle. But, what to do lah, we who stayed in hostel were always hungry even though we ate 5 complete meals. And yeah.. there's nothing to grumble about. It's a circle. You get bullied when you were a junior and bullied someone when you reach the senior title. Don't worry, during majlis salam-salam we did ask for forgiveness from them. Hehehe


Moral of the story, if you want to send your offspring to boarding school, don't supply them with lots of food coz after all it's going to be wolf down by the seniors. :P

Robbie

Close your eyes so your don't hear then
They don't need to see you cry
I can't promise I will heal you
But if you want to I will try


I'll sing this somber serenade
The past is done
We've been betrayed
It's true
Someone said the truth will out
I believe without a doubt, in you


You were there for summer dreaming
And you gave me what I need
And I hope you find your freedom
For eternity...
For eternity


Yesterday when you were walking
We talked about your mum and dad
What they did that made you happy
What they did that made you sad
We sat and watched the sun go down
Picked a star before we lost the moon
Youth is wasted on the young
Before you know it's come and gone to soon


You were there for summer dreaming
And you gave me what I need
And I hope you find your freedom
For eternity...
For eternity


For eternity
I'll sing this somber serenade
The past is done
We've been betrayed
It's true
Youth is wasted on the young
Before you know it's come and gone to soon


You were there for summer dreaming
And you are a friend indeed
And I hope you find your freedom
For eternity


You were there for summer dreaming
And you are a friend indeed
And I know you'll find your freedom
Evenually
For eternity
For eternity



For those who cherished the year of 90's will surely remember numerous boy band namely boyzone, east seventeen or even take that.


I'm not into boy band that much especially those who exist at the present but my exception goes to Take That. Oh my, their songs were phenomenon. I swear I still can hear Gary Barlow croon Want You back for Good or Pray. Back then I fall for Gary. Can't clarify why but chubby guys used to make my knees went weak. That was then. As I grow up, my relish begin to differ for bad boys.


Oh yeah. Robbie William is beyond doubt a hunk. His toned body is just irresistible and uhh..those tattoo. Drool..drool. He will be joining Tom Blink 182 and Rob Thomas on the list. Tom deserved to be on the list because he's born sexy and Rob Thomas..man, your butt in lonely no more really shake my world! But Robbie..Listening to his voice singing his song simply makes me swoon. Like..Ahhh..I'm melting..I'm melting..Hehe.


My favorites are Better Man and this song, Eternity. Not that I don't like Rock Dj or Angel, but these two gives me an unexplainable feeling. You know like..peaceful feeling. Tranquility.


People, I know you are in the mood for weekend already but just to make my day, tell me ..which artist really make you melt and why.


Cop, Anuar Zain tak kire ye!


*Anyway, this song goes to lonelyman.Perhaps you will find your happiness for eternity. I know you will.

Fizzy drink

Nowadays my official drink is air suam. Everywhere I go, I will always order air suam. Ok fine, sometime I did order something else especially when I need a certain dosage of sugar.Did I tell you that when I'm cranky my crave for sugar is high? Never mind.


Actually my point is my taste of food and beverages changed as I grow up. I used to like fizzy drinks so much to the extent that I would buy them everyday. My mom was vexed whenever she saw me carrying some can on my hand. Being a scrawny kid, I grew up consuming unhealthy foods even though my mom watched what I eat like a hawk. To avoid from getting my mom to scream at my face, I would usually drink my fizzy drink while schooling period, so my mom wouldn't know. Hehehe.


The best time was during hari raya. My grandparents are those kinds who love to indulge people with fizzy drink. Usually cartons and cartons mirinda orange or coke will be bought to be serve to guests. But..Usually, before hari raya me and my cousins would finished half of the drink.Hehehe. That was just not enough, on visiting other relatives houses, I would too filled my glass with fizzy drink.After hari raya, I'll surely get the usual cough or worst, would start looking for my inhaler.


It went on and on till my awareness of wrinkles and ageing pass the crucial line. I started to tell my self not to crave for fizzy drinks anymore and start training myself to drink only air suam. It was not easy ok. But after sometimes, I got the hang of it. Now when drinking fizzy drinks, I'll feel funny and feel like something is tickling my throat.Like..urghhh..


But.. you know what..Ag love fizzy drink.Tsk..tsk..Nevermind, at least I will always look younger than him.Hihihihi..

YM

Noticed that I put my YM ID up there. There must be a reason why. It's for people to contact me, to communicate. I mean, if you have good intention or any issues, you can PM me rather than bitch behind my back and be the most coward chicken ever. I wonder if you're born with eggs?


I think that I did mention earlier that I'm not so friendly with new people unless you have any interesting topics to talk about. It kills me when people asked me these kinds of questions:
1. Kerja mana?
2. Dekat mana ni?
3. Tinggal mana?
4. Berapa adik beradik?
5. Suka clubbing?
6. Can we meet?


And worst..a/s/l?


I mean..Hello, what year do you think it is? 1997? Pleasela, can we just chat and talk about any interesting topics rather than lame intro? I loathe old-fashioned ice breaking session. It gets on my nerves.


And please don't buzz me when my status is busy. If you insist, I will not hesitate to bark at your face.

Food to love

Venue: Marche Movenpick Restaurant, The Curve, Damansara.
Parking: Easy peasy
Food type: European with little bit of japanese
Price range: From RM 10 - RM 30
The taste: Not bad
Ambience: 6[Minus 1 point for not having smoking area.]
Hospitality: 8 [Plus 1 point for having cute guys :P]
Overall: 7/10


The review

Welcome to bla..bla..



The passport. Lose it and you'll have to pay RM 200



Pick your fuits



Order your drink here



Pick your own vege



After 10, buy 1 free 1!



My loveeee..sluurrp!!



Not bad



Tasty ok!



Some of our food



Ag enjoying himself



Chics muka tak siap enjoying herself



Ag, can't wait to get his dessert



Strawberry and cream!Yumm!!



Burp



Pay here, please

So.If you're in the mood for lepak-lepak but want something different, go to the curve and try out this restaurant. It may not be that fancy but it's something different.You don't have to dress up and looking like muka tak siap is forgiven here. Plus, they have fresh oyster and you gotto pick everything on your own.The concept is just like a market but it's a clean one.No air yang busuk or whatsoever. Plus, the cook, some of them are cute.Hohohohoho.I like everything about this place except, no smoking area to be seen but perhaps i'm the one who didn't figure where the hell was the smoking area.Apart from that, we both leave the place with a big smile and full tummies.Hihihi. But i puked, maybe i just don't want to accept that i can't eat oyster anymore :(.


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The worst date

I love man. I can't live without them, I don't know why so don't ask me. Ok, let me answer that, at least I try. Maybe I'm a sucker for love


Because of that I went out with couple of guys for a date. Now, let me tell you about my worst date. Yes, call me evil but I'm bored to death while waiting for my boss to arrive. So sue me but I will tell.


Around last year, I broke off with my ex for the err..I lost count. So there was this guy who I knew from friendster. He was sweet and bla..bla..bla. We started to smsed and talked through YM until one day he asked me out. It was during ramadhan that time.I asked my friend for consultation since she knew this guy. Plus, my mom went to Jakarta and my bro went out for I dunno what, so I said yes. And like usual, I dunno how to drive the fucking auto car so I asked him to pick me up at home, I know the very mengada of me but I have no choice. When he came, we went for a movie..it was around 4 or something like that. On the way to the cinema, me being a chatterbox talked as if I had known him for ages. I talked about my ex[ok, my bad..but we are just friends!]..and asked about his job and everything that can be talked aboutlah.


The movie was awesome. I mean, I love comedy so as predicted, I laughed myself ass out. I think he laughed too.When the screen wrote the end, he said to me..
"I nak kene pegi reunionlah, I hanta you baliklah".


Fine.I was like..huhhhh??As if he went out with me just to fill out his time.As if aku tak nak makanlah kan.But I didn't say anything because I was quite taken back.Terbangak kejap ok. Instead I let him drove me home.


When reaching Shah Alam, it's time for breakfasting. Since it was maghrib and orang tengah azan, I invited him for a quick drink in my house. I was being sincere, I swear. Yelah, masa tu orang azan and mahgrib takkan aku nak biar dia minum berdiri kat luar. Sangatla tak senonohkan. Lagipun, entah, for me bukannya ada apa-apa pon.But to my horror, he reacted as if aku hendak menodai dia.Which make me serba salah and terasa jahat. Be itlah, I let him drink outside my house. But can't he see that I'm just being nice. After that he took off and I ate alone.Heh.


I did ask myself on what had happened. Perhaps I scared him.I mean, I was err..kind of loud and entah ape-ape? He on the other hand is the erm..goody-goody type? Perhapslah kot. Ye, aku memang telah menakutkan dia. Masalahnya aku memanglah begini. I don't know how to act malu-malu or whatsoever.That's so not me.Anyway,we did not have any contact after that.


Asked ikhwan about him since he is ikhwan's senior. What did I get? A big laugh.
"Ape kerja kau ni?Dia tu baikla.Memang betulla kau dah menakutkan dia. Hhahahahaha"
Sial la kau.



I totally forgot about him until 1 week ago someone smiled to me while I was having a superb mee rebus at aji don alley.I hardly recognize him but after some time I did. Instead being a bitch, I bid him goodbye when he leaved the premise.Hoh, nasib baikla aku cam kiut gak hari tu.Hohohohoh..Prasan tak aku?;P


I understand why he reacted that way, but at least be a gentleman.
Still.that was the worst date ever.

Exhausted

I'm so exhausted.Physically and mentally.My throat felt so dry. My eyebags are getting bigger and i looked more scrawny.I need more sleep..I need more sleep..I look like shit.


I don't even have time to finish my book.
Can someone one just pull the trigger?


Anyway, have an enjoyable weekend.

Cousin

My grandma and my aunties, including my cousins are going to states to visit cik ell next week.I won't be going coz i don't feel like going.


One of my cousins,yana[20] have a on-and-off relationship with a guy aged 27[or issit 30].Before this, the guy had a talk with my aunt to ask her permission to marry my cousin but my aunt said please wait since her eldest sister was boyfriendless and she was worried if the sister would feel the depression[aku pon tak paham ok, so jgn tanya aku knape].So fine,lah..The boyfriend did not proceed.


But last week, her boyfriend suddenly came with the whole family to merisik.Since they came with whatsoever sirih pinang and i dunno what else [sebab aku tak penah kene risik ;P]my aunty didn't have the heart to say no.Plus the eldest sister had found herself a boyfriend.So they will get engaged soon.


I asked my mom, why did the boyfriend did that and she's so young. My mom said
"Bf die saiko, takut die terpikat dekat mat salleh or steward-steward".
I laughed but my laughter died when she said
"Ah iyolahh, baguslah dah ada orang terus kawin. Ni takdo.Dah ado suko oghang pon tak do coghito nak kawin."
Celako.Akuuuu jugak yang kono.


Yeah,am going to get fried to death during the tunang ceremony coz i'm the eldest and i'm the degilest and the one with lots of guy friends yet i'm still not comitting.From news that i heard my nenek had already tried to match make me with orang-orang. My nenek is like missmatch, but she don't have the alicia silverstone look . Ohh..tolonglah!!!!!!


Matilah aku...

Airplanes

Besides pilot, there are two things I love about airplanes. Take off and landing. But today, I want to add up one more things on the list. It's witnessing aircraft disembark just few meters above your body.


I was snoozing in lonelyman's car on the way back to my house after an exhausting day.I thought it's time for me to hit the sack when he woke me up, instead he asked me to get out from the car and said "This might be the first and the last time for you to experience this, come!". I was thinking..what?? But I went out from the car anyway. No. We were not in Shah Alam but we were in some place nearby KLIA.It was pitch black, no light at all and silence was everywhere.
"There will be one coming soon" he said. From distant I could spot lights. And it got nearer and nearer. It's like..you are all alone in a dark place, feeling scared and lost and suddenly you could see lights..blinking beautifully. Just like when you're lost but you see hope coming.


It was fast. Everything was fast. The lights blinked faster. The wind blew faster and my heart beat faster. I could feel my heart thumping when the airplane drawing near, making roaring sound and I could feel the wind blowing my hair. I could feel like some energy was moving me. When she was exactly above me, I looked up at the sky. There she was, the iron body invaded the sky, the night. When everything used to be quiet, calm. When everything was peaceful. It was beautiful, mesmerizing. My feelings? Beyond words. I tried to find suitable words to inscribe it but every word wouldn't fit in. It's just indescribable.


On my way home I felt a lump in my heart. It was dazzling..it was. It's like..it was dark in the beginning. Dark, gloomy and cold. Everybody would relinquish on moments like that. Not much things can be done. But then she came. She was huge, loud and making chaos through the lonely night. At times, when we are at home, on hearing planes up above the sky we would snicker coz the noise disrupt us. But, if you see it in a different perspective..from my perspective last night. It was different. Despite the decibels, she landed beautifully, bringing hopes to people who were longing to see faces of their love ones.


To me, it's like a metaphor. When you feel like you are lost and you see something is coming, something that may stir up your serenity don't give up, don't feel down. Be brave and face it. Perhaps when it's over, you would treasure life more than you ever did.


No matter how bad things are, there are always lights at the end of the tunnel.

Loud and pekak

I have a confession to make.I am loud and a bit pekak.


People say if you wear glasses with a high power it can contribute to your pekak-ness but i want to blame it on my condition back in school. I stayed in the same block with the band room.Well, obviously the band was loud so i had to adapt to the loud environment. I even had to take my evening nap while bandgirls were practising their tunes. And because of that too, i had to talk in a high picth to my friends. Actually, with or without the band playing, we all did talk in our highest pitch.Hehehe.


You should meet my STF sisters.They all talked loudly at the same time.If you are the type that talk with a small voice or not used to noisy environment, haha..I bet you'll be a bit pening.Tak caye, tanyalah boyfriend-friend mereka.Aku selalu nampak amin memandang ag dengan pandangan yang "kecoh sial derang ni..". My friends who did not go to the same school with me found that i'm a bit irritating when it comes to talking coz yeah, i talked loudly and i keep asking them to repeat whatever their saying to me.Some even said "Kau ni, janganlah marah-marah". Aku bukan marahla wey, aku memang cakap kuat.


Back in uni, me and my friend dila, who happen to be loud and pekak too had make a pact that we would try to be quiet for a day.Well, we did but at the end of the day, we both got a major headache coz we couldn't hear whatever people said to us and we couldn't say whatever we wish.Letih ok nak jadi perempuan melayu terakhir.


So..if you happen to talk to me, please excuse me for my loudness and my pekak-ness. I was brought up like that.Ha!

Tatoo

Yesterday was a depressing day for me [mcmla hari lain tak].To soothe myself i went for my hair spa treatment. Uhh..It felt so good when the amoi massage my head. Still it didn't cure my depression.


I thought of buying another bottle of nectarcell catalysse butit was out of stock..and within 2 months the price had increased more than 50% compared to the actual price. For that stupid cream, it would cost me around RM160. Tapi tak apa, nak bontot kurusnyer pasal..aku sanggup.

So then i went and walk walk[haha]for a while until i stopped in front of a tatoo shop.Actually it's body piercing and tatoo shop.Dengan gatalnya aku pegi bitau abang cina tu aku nak buat body piercing, walaupun di dalam hati meronta-ronta tidak mahu[hohoh].While waiting, i can see a guy getting his hand tatooed.I thought it supposed to be excruciating but the that guy seemed rileks gile sempat lagi buat-buat lawak.Ini lebih mengujakan aku.


After getting my body pierced,i went on asking the abang cina.

Me:How much does a tatoo cost?
Abg cina:From RM150 onwards.
Me:Oh..that's considered ok.
Abg cina:But malay cannot meh.We have sign some agreement with the goverment so we cannot do.
Me:Ohh..That's good.


Sheesh.Not that i've been thinking to get one.Ok fine. I did but takdelah nak buat.Thinking only.I mean if i did, mesti ada orang yang mengamuk. Plus the abang cina said, once u decide to have a tatoo, jangan gatal-gatal nak remove coz even the laser tech we have now is not so safe, can contribute to cancer.


Poyolah.Terpaksala aku pakai tatoo yang kene letak air tu.hoh!

Habits

Someone said that i'm rude.Yes, i am rude. When i'm angry i will be extremely rude. Why? Because i am very bad at handling my temper and when people provoke it will blow me out. Or maybe when i'm in a vulnarable condition, i tend to bruise easily [pinjam ye, natasya beddingfield].I am a hypersensitive bitch, i so know that.Perhaps my ego is also higher than my height.If you don't like me like that, just stop provokating me.Whatever.Just read this and don't give a fuck, ok? Like you people give a shit anyway.


Ok.Enough of angriness.Let's talk about habit.When i was a teenager, i nearly went bald coz i have this tendercy to pull my hair whenever i'm thinking or feeling insecure. First, it's more like pulling rambut gatal but later on i did it without my concious. It's like..tau-tau je dah banyak rambut berterabur kat bawah. Then i tried to find solution coz my friends told me that my scalp is showing..well, at least for some period i manage to curb that but now,uhuh..it seems to invade again.


Besides that, my other habit is mencium perut kucing. Ohhhh.. i tell you, sangatla lemak baunya ok.Bila cium je rase macam heaven. Betul ni tak tipu.It sort of turn me on.Kesian kucing-kucing ku dirumah.


so, do you have any habit. But please don't tell me it's unpunctuality because i hate it the most.

Drumstick

Didn't i tell you that i'm picky? When it comes to poultry, i only eat the wing and drumstick part. The rest, tak suke.


It's hard to get what you want when you have to share with everybody.During my days in STF, sangatlah susah nak dapat wing or drumstick. I have to beg to the makcik to give me wing or drumstick during lunch hour. But it's not a hard thing to do since i'm quite nice with those makciks.Tapi ada jugak makcik yang buat muka masa aku pilih-pilih ayam or budak-budak lain yang buat muka.Hohoh


If it's buffet, it will be easy but when it comes to makan hidang it's not.We don't usually have makan hidang for dinner except for formal dinner which is every thursday or during bulan puasa.Ohh, i tell you, nasi tomato and ayam masak merah at my dining hall was so appetizing even though ayam die macam kene aneroxia.We have to sit with other people, if i'm not mistaken 10 of us. During final year, we have privilege to choose for the people who we want to eat together. Actually bukan privilege tapi kitorang nak jugak.Hohohoh. So, i managed to sit with my buddies and two form 1 students.Masalahnya budak 2 ekor tu suka kepak dengan drumstick jugak.So every makan hidang time,aku akan berlari-lari ke arah meja ku dan menjerit "aku book ayam kepak or drumstick".Hahahaha.Cacat tak cacatnye aku ini?And those two girls akan terpaksa berpura-pura tak nak makan those part.If they accidentally did, i will make a sad face and say "ala..nak ayam kepak" and they will said "Eh, takpe, amikla Kak Sherry".Hohohohoh.Jahatnya aku.That's explain why i was plump back then.Heeee.


My mom like the buntut part but i don't coz i feel weird eating buntut.But yeah, I guess everyone have their own preferences.


Anyone like kaki?