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