Saturday, March 31, 2007

snuffleupagus

I wonder what my mum felt. I would be very upset if my child got married. Macam, so upsetting like that. Dulu, it was Bai who would cry non-stop cos he's such a problematic child and Mak sayang him the most I feel (Tina is a close second) and at his wedding, it was her turn to be crying. SO KESIAN. -wipes a tear & slaps Bai and pull on his nose hair-

And now there's the whole problem of what to call who what. So weird to hear my sisterinlaw call my mother "Mak." MAK! Hey tu Mak aku okay!! Hehe. And I still don't know what to call my new sister. I'm rather harsh with my language (takde kekanda dan adinda nonsense nie semua, malay letter writing forced us to do all that for nothing) when I talk to my siblings but this one different lah. -scratch head-


Oh right after the wedding, Aishah and me ran off to meet the cousins to watch 300!! AGU AHUI AHPUI!!! "I am generous, I am kind. -touches shoulder gently-" I am OFFENDED that people fell asleep during the show. Boring?? BORING?! -slap slap- I think the fight scenes are pretty awesome but that one shot of the Spartan King's butt?

Totally unnecessary. Amik chan je. 


Pathfinder tmr, hopefully. Freedom Writers? Yeah I want to watch that though it seems like another "Gangsta Paradise" and "Boston Public" to me. And I don't really like Hilary Swank.

Oh OH! Today, or rather yesterday was Maulud Nabi and it's gerek lah, nasi bryiani (yes aku tak jelak2)and all and the bace2 (and I took a video. again.) but got this little boy who kept touching me! Like grab onto my shoulders, knees, hands, tug on my telekong! I swear lah, kids don't like me but they sure like to touch me. I say to them,

"Hey! Don't touch the goods if you're not gonna buy them! Here got no try on try on one okay!"


Ps: I feel very uninspired. I dont think I spelt that right either.

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
1:04:00 AM

Thursday, March 29, 2007

where were you while we were getting high (Part 2)

One thing from this day that can make my father smile so widely as he did, even a few days after the wedding wasn't the wedding itself. It was the maulud. And I only got it recorded on my phone cos my camera was separated from me. Boo. Apparently our house broke the record for the most number of people in attendance for a maulud. YAY! -hops around-

The wedding came close to being in total chaos, ending in fire and destruction. My dad told us the next day, at the point of time when EVERYBODY was streaming in and it was so bloody packed and there was no place left to sit, he was looking around in horror and going, "Oh no! What have I done?!"


Crazy, dizzy, angry angry people! Some of those people needed to be whacked on the head with Toblerones lah. Blacklist blacklist!!! Bloody mangkuk. I think we invited 1500 people and the people who turned up was close to 2000. Izzah ran up to me and was frantically reporting that "The kendarats are out of control!!!" But there were only 12 of them and it was impossible to expect that they alone could handle everyone.

Now I seriously got to thank my cousins for helping out like they did, Kinah the berkat/basket girl, Zaid the cuci tangan guy, Aye for trying to look for tissues and kuih even though neither was ever found. It's all about the effort. Bubu Milah & Bubu Ain, for doing countless other things that my head can't even process.

And especially got to thank my second cousins, like Achan and Hakim for immediately jumping in to help. Cows, they are suppose to be guests! But yeah, have an extra Toblerone for your trouble. Hehe.

Don't even need to mention the aunts & uncles lah, they do too much.



I swear, next wedding (which is probably Hakim's right; AAAHH what happened to only ONE wedding a year?!), forget glam, forget about looking pretty. FORGET about not wanting to sweat. I'm coming in bermudas, slippers and a Tshirt that says, "I'm ready to wash plates and distribute berkat to nasty people!"


But like Oasis once said, Don't Look Back in Anger.





In the morning, before things got real...ugly. We couldn't find Tina so let's just pretend we are not missing one.






Let's NOT talk about the band.



The car! The car! Luckily I made it back to the house when I did, or I would have missed my brother.





There was a bit of confusion of who was suppose to carry the bunga mangga thing, cos my younger cousin was waaaay to short.





My brother had this Terminator look on his face while walking down the road and his wife just looked terrified and shocked. Bai later confessed that he was walking with his eyes closed behind the sunglasses. He got scolded via sign language by my aunts for wearing those shades in the first place, and discreetly removed them during the silat. (But I got it on video).



I swear, I swear, I swear I can silat. I think I can do it. I've seen enough people do it, it looks easy. And oh my god. Talking point of the wedding, people are still buzzing about it!!!, was when Amche stepped out and started to silat. We didn't know he could silat!!! It's very easy to identify him now.

"Oh Amche? Yeah that guy in blue, the last one to step out and silat. Yeah, that's the one."


And it wouldn't be a wedding without some drama!




Haiyah but I just can't watch my mother cry. Very sedih you know. And my father looked very uncomfortable. No pictures of him cos cows, he looked like a bangla. Another harrassed looking person at the weddding.

\

My nenek is so very cool. The talking point, for her, was when Bai came out in this Hindustan garb. She can't stop talking about how "lawa cucu Nenek". Lol.




GengMilah came somewhere in the middle of all that kecohness. And I figured out where to get nasi, and plates and drinks!






The famous Hindustani garb.




And then....my camera died. There was another round of hugging and crying, aunts and uncles. I missed all that, URGH!!! -crush paper cup- The cameraman guy asked me if I wanted to salam Bai, but I'm like....??? Do you expect me to cry? Hug him? No drama from me man!! Come back at Iza's wedding, and then you'll see how drama Iza and me can get together.


And that's the end of that. I cannot believe a week ago, I was busy preparing for the wedding, my house was full of relatives and we were waitiing for Aishah to come back. Now it's all over. Boo and yay. And Aishah called my mum yesterday to say she's arrived in Dubai and that she lost her bolster at the airport, only to call back 10 minutes later to report it found-ed.

"That's my pillow!!"

Peace out.

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
11:53:00 AM

where were you while we were getting high (Part 1)

Nikah Day 1500hrs :
- - - - - - - - - -

We knew nothing about the proper procedures. All we know is - LOOK PRETTY. And I would have walked off without the hantaran too, if it wasn't shoved into my arms so unglamourously.

I don't want to say much cos there's too much to say and it will get very windy and very takde kena-mengena. Cousins, I will try not to post paparazzi pictures. At least for those who actually reads my blog. (Read: Kinah will strangle me on sight)










Trapping us in the (stuffy) van. AAAHH!!!!



Izzah was so excited about this one. The line of cars & motorcycles trailing us, and my dad on a bike but not wearing a helmet!





The whole nikah thing made me very glad I'm not a guy. So seram lah, need to say in front of everyone, have to be loud and fluent. -pats Bhai on the back- Good job!





Family from my mother's side, showing off my cousin's very pregnant stomach. Aiyer.




And suddenly, we have a new addition to the family. Very scary can. It's always been the 5 of us and now...AH!!!! Just what I need, another sister. And my sister-in-law (HAH! I can say that now!!! NYET) looks very harrassed. I don't blame the poor girl. Cannot tahan the heat, the fame! And of course, the horror classic comment from one of my aunt, forever burned into the threads of time in my mind.


At night was another horror, what with people who can't make it on Sunday, coming on Saturday night and my poor uncles had to wash plates and I had to cut kuih and cows, I take it all BACK! Rewang-ing is very the not fun.

My brother is married!!! UWEK. (I call his room.)

People in love get special treatment yes?

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
11:35:00 AM

Friday, March 23, 2007

Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war!

OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod Bai's nikah is tmr!!! YIKES. Well, so far...

1) 1,500 Toblerones have arrived at my house? A mistake a mistake?! I want to eat them all. I only wish they were chocolate kerinting.

2) The toilet have arrived! But my goddamn neighhour, who I hate so so so so SO much ever since primary school, called the freaking Town Council to complain. KA-NEH-NAH. My aunt says it's because he doesn't have a toilet in his own house, that's why he's so shocked to see one now.

Yeah complain tu complain tapi kalau aku tak tengok, kau pakai jugak kan? Sialan nyer *some strong politically incorrect words that might cause disharmony*

3) The chairs and tables are here! The band has nowhere to set up though. The khemah is up!

4) Aishah has arrived! And promptly brought us to Tekkah where she bought all of us bangles. Worth? $150. -dies- I need therapy, I swear. My hands are trembling, still.

5) Mak is baking so many cakes and buying so many things from the pasar and of all people, BAI is helping her in the cooking department.

(Don't eat some of the earlier cakes cos Bai & me dropped a few, JUST A TAD mind, eggshells inside. Then we used our fingers to try to take them out.)


Cmon people who's excited??? COME ON!!! Cousins? -jumps around- Cos I'm not. Boo.


you think I'd crumble
you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive

- I Will Survive

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
11:19:00 AM

Thursday, March 22, 2007

freak goals

I know I shouldnt but I cannot believe it! I've always imagined it but I never thought anybody stupid enough to allow it! Did anybody see that Paul Robinson goal against Watford? Yati?!

FREAKISHLY LUCKY I theenk!

He struck the ball frm his side of the pitch (yes Xabi Alonso, shut up this is familiar ground for you) and it's flying and it's flying and it's flying and it's IN! Cows the look on Watford's keeper's face. Now THAT was priceless. It bounced RIGHT past him! Into the bloody net! I think I like freakish goals more than I like brilliant ones. -shakes head- Robinson is the Spurs goalkeeper by the way. Keeper to keeper, with love and thanks. 

Commentator: England's No. 1 keeper beats their No. 2

Blooody mangkuk.

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
12:28:00 AM

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

moony

I was reading old entries and I think, yeah, I used to be funny. I was giggling at myself. What happened? You know what I think happened? I'm just funnier in real life now that my writings have gotten sucked dry of humour. Yeah, I'm a funny person now. Don't you think so? I think so.

You know who else if funny? Niles Crane. I adore the guy. He's the reason I bother to watch Frasier.

Niles: What's that perfume you're wearing?
Daphne: Leave it to you to notice. It's Obsession.
Niles: No, I was just curious

You just gotta watch him, he's brilliant.

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
11:47:00 PM

green's the word

The theme is GREEN people GREEN on SUNDAY. OKAY? I think relatives coming on Friday? Oh so kecoh, so kecoh! Aishah's coming back tmr so we are suppose to go get our bangles BUT whoever even THEENKS of going out on Friday (to do their nails) is going to get fried, along with the epok-epoks.




Face down in the dirt
She says "this doesn't hurt."
One day she will tell you that she has had enough
It's coming round again.
- Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
Ps: That is Tina's song and mine. We get very dramatic when it comes on the radio.
Pps: Don't freak me out again. Smile pretty.

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
6:05:00 PM

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

tea-less

Yayi Bakir came by the house just now, and of course, I was all sweetness and politeness. I invited them in for a drink, tea or whatever, and asked several times too to show how sincerely I wanted them to come in. But I wonder if they detected the high-pitchness in my voice and deemed it unnatural. Because had they truly taken up my offer, I would be so screwed cos there's no drink for me to offer them cos I don't how to make coffeee or tea. Boo.

Lucky me they declined.

-shakes fist at Bai cos everything is his fault now, even the weather-

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
9:32:00 PM

my own little shop of horrors

The question has been asked people.

"SIAPER SUROH KAU KAHWIN HUH?!" 

Really, who? Cos you're making all of us miserable to the maximumnyer and I STILL don't know what I should do about my hair and OH MY GOD, Mak. She terrorizes me, and targets me and oh I don't know, I might just end up as the daughter the guests whisper about in hushed tones as I walk around with my plate of nasi bryiani (with soy acting as my pseudo-rendang), babbling incoherently about 4 days 4 days 4 days with the occasional bout of "NO MAK PLEASE, I WILL! I WILL PASANGKAN LANGSIR PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME LISTEN TO WARNA!!!".

Sigh.

And oh god the horror. I've never seen so many underwear in my life. Except at the underwear factory. They were gathered around me in a circle as I slowly reduced their number by folding them into neat triangles and piling them up. The circle never broke though, NEVER!! -sobs- I hate underwear.

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
3:59:00 PM

Sunday, March 18, 2007

in irresistible form

I came home and saw a lot of shoes outside my house. Opened the door and a bunch of my relatives greeted me. And gave me knowing smiles about Man U. They were doing something...to do with Bai's wedding. I don't know, but the result looked pretty?

(Alan + Wayne)
(Gaby + Cristy)
(Ji-Sung + Ryan)
The Buddy Camp organized by Fergie, GONE WRONG.
And Michael Carrick has decent feet.


HAPPY 19TH BIRTHDAY RAO. Though I think your birthday is already over by now. But yes, I'm glad we got to eat, a lot of stuff. With complete disregard to the level of fat and other unhealthy ingredients. Yay. Peace out.

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
1:48:00 AM

Thursday, March 15, 2007

a pointless entry about a feel-good dream

Recently I had a dream and it was weird because I was at this place, which was so damn familiar to me BECAUSE I've been there before. Except I haven't. Cos the place isn't real. It's a dream location in my subconscious and I cannot believe I revisted it! It was a really good dream though.

See, we just triumped over...something. And man, when I think about it, the dream is really giving off good vibes to me, even a few days later. Except that I can barely remember what's it about. I just felt good in there. One of those feel-dreams. Like feeling...Okay moving on. Right, where was I?

We triumped over something and then we were overlooking this longkang (which was actually a huge lake) and then (I KNEW I KNEW what was in that water but I waited anyways) BOOM! Out it came flying through the air in a graceful arc. Oh my god I can barely contained my excitement (and my smile. Stop smiling at the monitor!). Guess what it was? GUESS GUESS.





A killer whale! GAH!!! An orca! There were quite a few. And I knew, cos I've been there before. -grins happily- So gorgeous. I want to go back. It's such a nice place. And the ending of this entry has been positively soured by the actions of one irritating being and a few other lemon buns. Decode that, HAH!

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
7:45:00 PM

lead me not to temptation

I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know
I wanna EAT you (eat you), you already know
I wanna EAT you (eat you), you already know

friendster corrupts

I tried to edit my friends on my Frenster account, to keep it strictly to friends or at least people I know. But by the time I got to the second unfamiliar name, I was trembling and eventually gave up. Maccows, these people look so damn different and they call themselves by such...horrible horrible NO I CAN'T SAY IT! It's too horrible!! -shields my face with one hand-

WHY GOD WHY?! I need a familiar name on MSN to comfort me. ANYBODY?!

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
11:22:00 PM

sitting on heartache

I dont like roadtrips. I might, if I was allowed to sit in the front seat. But for most part, not enjoyable one bit. Nausea. Headaches. Stomach heaving. Stupid bumpy road. Stop the bouncing damnit stop the BOUNCING! I didn't even see any cows. Or even chickens! It's suppose to be a kampong! Cheat. My. Feelings.

AND it was bloody hot when we reached Batu Pahat and check this, THERE. WAS. NO. FAN. -faints- Which only helped to further convince me to don baju kirai/aircon/butterfly for Bai's wedding. I can always change into nicer clothes for photos kan.

But at least, during this trip, I realized that I can't layan kids for very long. 10minutes is probably the maximum time I can hold out for before I tune them out and start reading my book. And I'm afraid of pregnant women.

Gah, back to cleaning my damn house. The curtains are making my house look so dark. And I am very VERY sure that my brother stole my Bugs Bunny All Stars Volume 1 VCD! How dare he deny it. I am so geram. Pe Pe Le Pew's in there okay! MANGKUK.


Yesterday, I spent the day exercising with Nis Rao & Fadi. And when I got back at night, I immediately went for my kerepek ubi and started stuffing my mouth. Alah, kerepek ubi je pe.

They say the devil's water, it ain't so sweet
You don't have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while
- When You Were Young

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
3:51:00 PM

Saturday, March 10, 2007

I just need to dash into her and SCREAM because Kak Pon just came waddling to my front door, trying to squeeze through the metal poles in all her 8months plus pregnant glory. GAH. *faints*

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
10:12:00 PM

If you kNew York like I knew York

Aishah, I'm so sorry for making you feel bad, which in turn made me feel horrible. It's a vicious cycle. Don't wallow, please don't wallow! I should be wallowing but I still got a new camera anyways. YES. Because I feel horrible, I will post pictures of you in new york city. The big apple. The city that never sleeps. And whatever else.







Bloody hell, SNOW. ARGH.


the piano man

I'm starting to be a little paranoid. 3 people I msged recently and none replied except for 1 to tell me that I've gotten the wrong number. GASPS. What if I have wrong no for the other 2 people too?! I hate that. I hate when people don't reply cos then I'll go to my sent messages like at least 5 times to make sure that I really sent the message. *twitch twitch*

My dad brought Tina & me plus Mak to this place between Arab St and Beach Rd for breakfast this morning. Oooh lala, yes I know! But I couldn't enjoy the food properly cos of my stomachache and my need to b-e-r-a-k. Boo. But I got a new passport pic so a trip to Johor can be planned now Milahs.

Updates on the wedding:

Mak bought a bunch of flowers. She grins at me in that satisfied way, expecting to me to know the importance of the flowers and I just nod. I donch understand, but just nod damnit unless I want a lenghty lecture on flowers. And she came back all excited to tell me that she bought...

CADAR! Bedsheets. I thought she got me a freaking hamster sey, she sounded so excited to show me what she bought. I would only sound that excited if I got myself a new pet. Anti-climatic but I grinned along anyways.

And Abak has said that a few days (and a recap a few hours before) the wedding, he will bring us together to give us...A BRIEFING. A bloody briefing on how to greet guests. Aishah, there is still time to STAY AWAY. -runs around the house helplessly-

I can't take anymore talk about how the curtains needs to be hanged or how to twist ribbons into pretty origami cranes or how the kuih will be arranged in some special kuih basket and threats aimed at Jebat (my kitten) if he leaves his fur all over the newly washed carpet. NOOO I can't take it! When is the real fun going to start?

One of the nights saw Iza & me frantically folding invitation cards and stuffing them into envelopes at super-speed. God, I need more chocolate kerinting...


Far away
This ship is taking me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die
-Starlight

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
3:15:00 PM

Friday, March 09, 2007

cos I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo

I don't deserve pretty things. UWEK! *drowns myself in Kellog's Choco Chex-going for only $2.50 at all NTUCs*

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
12:33:00 PM

knotting hill

When you think about getting married, do you think about the details of your dream wedding like what type of cake to have & what kebaya to wear, or about what happens after you are married, like responsibilities, in-laws & bratty children straight from SuperNanny?

I realize that I have no idea what I will have at my wedding. I've always thought about songs to play (Slam! Metallica! Backstreet Boys! IKLIM.), at my siblings' weddings only. And this and that, for my sisters. But never for me. If I think about marriage, I think about me being chained to some horrible hairy unbathed beefy man and dragged on the (dusty) ground while I scream and try to reach for my mother. And that she will be sad to see me go. No, I don't think I'm gonna go anywhere in a while. Forget weddings, they are overrated.

But remember, Bai's is 25th MARCH. 25th MARCH OKAY. I still am not done with the invitations. Sorry people.

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
12:57:00 AM

Thursday, March 08, 2007

a glimpse. not blimp. or glimp.

Who would have thought that the day would come when I would be woken up at 7am by Aishah, who was calling from New freaking York to ask me the shoe size of Bai's future wife. -shakes head slowly- And who would have thought that I'm finally going to be 20 next year. There was a period of time when people weren't even sure I might make it into my teens. Time, please HALT! (in the name of lurrrveee....*shakes my bon bon*)

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
8:05:00 PM

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

murder on MSN

Someone has this as their MSN nick-

"Loving you Deadly my Alex Dearest."

What is that suppose to mean?! This guy has real cause to be terribly worried. -shakes head-

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
9:43:00 PM

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

shampoo suicide

Somebody put this in their MSN nick-

"Second attempt with Shermain".

Is it just me or does that sound wrong?

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
10:54:00 PM

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Sisters, you are seriously irritating me. Izzah, I know you and I know you only like my entries when I mention your name or I write about the family. But this is a goddamn blog, it's something I do in my damn pastfreakingtime, a bloody hobby that I DONT HAVE TO BE GOOD AT TO DO!!! And oh my god, you don't have to come here and read if it's going to bore you. OH. MY. GOD. So fucking ridiculous. How dare you tell me I should just keep it in my heart or write in my diary and not publish it here?! You own this site izzit?? I might just start laughing hysterically. And you know what, maybe I'll just blog boring everyday stuff from now on and give you guys a warning so you don't have to waste your time here. Go watch Prison Break online or something.

You're my sisters for godsakes. Izzah, Im going to smother you in your sleep. Aishah, I'm sending you a virus through email. *stomps on you two, and Tina for good measure*


ARFGHWASHIFIT!!!! Be prepared to be extremely bored sharmootas.

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
11:31:00 PM

why am I doing this

RULES: Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks.


Because Rao & Nis tagged me/GM and I felt like doing them a favour, and not because I'm bored. Cos I really have stuff to do. Unlike some people. *looks in Rao's & Nis's general direction*


I'll make this quick and painless.


1) I don't eat crabs & lobsters and all seafood except fish.

2) I eat all fish except tuna, maybe salmon (cos I never had a chance to taste cooked salmon and I bet it would taste better) and stingray. Are stingrays considered fish? No. I don't eat shark either. Or guppies.

3) I don't eat burgers.

4) I don't eat pizzas.

5) I don't eat pork. Or lard.

6) I don't eat pasta. Or spaghetti. Or their sauces.

7) I love the smell of Indomee but I don't eat it. The smell sometimes make me want to vomit but I inhale anyways.

8) I don't eat slimy, jelly looking stuff. Unless it's really Jell-O. But even that sometimes I don't eat.

9) I get constipation.

10) I get motion sickness on a swing. You could too.


And that is not even the beginning of the story of my life. But I'll stop at the requirement. I tag...nobody because Nis & Rao has already done so and I don't feel like causing misery for anyone else who escaped.

Have a good day.

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
6:21:00 PM

'Cause being a nazi's just not cool anymore, baby

Exams are over so the party begins with a "picnic" at ECP on Friday. The cycling never happened.

In typical Milah-style, we forgot alot of things and when it rained, Rao convinced us the cloud would pass and so, Rao & me dashed off onto the beach and started running along the waves in the heavy rain, all Sembilu-like while Nis & Sya desperately tried to cover our stuff.

I finally got a chance to play in the rain. Yummay. And let me take a moment to giggle nervously as I recall how Aisyah scolded us for just ..."Duduk ajer! Bukannyer nak tolong!!" as she waved the tikar at me.

Things to smile about as I remember,

Me calling Aisyah and frantically saying "Sya, suruh Nis datang to the toilet quick! Rao tak leh pakai seluar!"

And Sya calmly saying to Nis, "Eh kau gi toilet now. Raodah tak boleh pakai seluar". Like it was an everyday thing.

Naza's phone flying through the air in slow motion and landing in a puddle of water while we stood there and screamed.

More shrieking as the rain got heavier and we huddled underneath the pondok with an apek. He act cool ajer.

Bah's revenge Part 1 & 2 when she dropped tuna oil on my pants and water all over my bag. (not so much smile, more cringe & grinding of teeth)

Rao Bah & me bukak kuda-kuda and throwing flying kicks at each other.

And then the hot shower at Raos. Dah lama tak mandi. Air. Panas.

Oh that "Cinta" show made me cry. I thought it was going to be silly. I was wrong. Sorry.


But my stuff are like, berserak. Belt at Rao's I think. And I have Rao's pants and Sya's shirt. And everything's wet and smells of sand. Eurgh.


And then HALF-NELSON and SOCCER yesterday. I'm upset we got in a tad late for the show cos I HAD to finish my fries but the cinema was cool and Ryan Gosling was...Ryan Gosling. *turns to Yati & gives her a knowing look*

Maybe I'll do Iwo Jima alone tmr while the rest watch Dreamgirls. IF I have money. Boo. Ryan Gosling. YUMMAY. And SOCCER. Ah MAN U. Made us half stand and scream in horror so many times. What is up with you Man U. They had so little chances but made the best of it so better luck next time Liverpool. Nyeh. *pats O Shea on the back* Good game.


Trivia: Half Nelson is actually a wrestling move.


I have my Prison Break ready (ep 17 made me tear up badly. Poor T-bag), my Heroes, my Gilmore Girls and I'm gonna get Book 5 of Wheel of Time from Bubu later so I'm all set for the holidays now people. *leans back and sips from my pseudo cocktail -with a tiny umbrella*


OH NO. Bai's wedding is in 2 weeks Mak says and AH PANIC PANIC PANIC AT THE DISCO! Im suppose to be cleaning the house.......................................so okay bye.




I thought he looked a bit like Phoebe of FRIENDS's little brother, Giovanni Ribisi. But Bah says Giovanni is hotter. And the Gosling's character, Dan Dunne, reminded me of John Cusack's character in High Fidelity. -shrugs-
the interrupting cow

I really want to watch Letters from Iwo Jima. Forget Dreamgirls. Half Nelson was good but it wasn't something that I would watch at the cinema. Like big screen, sound surround. You don't need that. Maybe subtitles. Half Nelson was a movie for good days at Rao's. I want effects! I want battle scenes! Cmon people please anyone. Though Im pretty sure noone wants to. War movie boo.

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
8:31:00 PM

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Yeh are you diggin on me

I can't burp at will. Nor can I be witty at will. I wish I was talented. I wish I could sing. Well.

But that is all beside the point. Maybe even behind it. The point it, I HATE MICE! *stomps on Mr.Tan's face & crush his specs then watch him cry*
I HATE FM! *punch Warren Kok and stuff him into one of his lovely HVAC unit*
I HATE LODGING! *stupid Mr.Potato, I check him into a hospital then he know! stupid Opera!*

Yeah I had a mountain no mental block and things got really blurry towards the end and I attained a pen mark on my face for all my trouble and I could almost cry with frustration as I waved my GPA goodbye but that's all in the past. Yang sudah tu sudah...


*angry mutterings and some serious banging of head on wall*


Again, I was sitting there, NOT reading my exam paper but doing a blog entry in my head. Which I promptly forgot as I accidentally deleted that memory file in my brain along with those other stupid subjects. But now, I AM FREE. *hums Gladiator theme song*

Aw man, this blog entry is turning out to be pretty stupid and flat. Ive lost my inspiration. Damn. OH I wanted to say that I've got no common sense and that's why I couldn't do Lodging but I grew one for MICE but it was still pretty new and tender so I couldn't fully use it so dang it I don't want supp paper you'll see me slumped in front of my computer and you'll know Madah has finally broken down and yeah, this is the end of the entry so okay bye.


Ps: I sat beside my neighbour on the ride home and she used to be my pretty good friend but we haven't seen each other in over a year so guess how freaking comfortable I was. I hate small talk, especially with no obvious escape routes. What was our main topic all the way home?

Cats. Meow.

All we have to do now
Is take these lies and make them true somehow
All we have to see
Is that I don’t belong to you
And you don’t belong to me
Freedom
You’ve gotta give for what you take

- George Michael

*~*Excuse me While I Tend to How I Feel @
11:28:00 PM

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