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KARIPAP SARDINE, ANYONE??

2012-02-15T00:52:00.003+08:00

I don't get it with "supper". It's just a 2nd dinner for people with greedy appetites rights? And they want to appear posh and non-glutton by calling it "supper". Pssh! Anyway, I just had supper.

And was it delish. Not surprising, seeing that it was my mom's cooking. There's just something spectacular about mothers and their dishes. Doesn't matter if she just fry some eggs for you or cook a simple veggie dish, it'll still taste amazing. Like they all have this magic potion or something that they will get once they enter motherhood.

How mom's cooking tastes like

How my lazy, untalented single adult's cooking taste like

Anyway, remember how I blogged about my bad weekend? Yep, apparently the day after I blogged about it, everything was good. But it was good for a short period of time.. fckit. Getting honked at or whatever road bullcrap is not a problem for me. The amount of F I give to that is beyond zero. It's the people that I'm driving who did most of the upsetting. But I won't dwell into that because there's no point. Let's just say I won't drive kecoh people anymore! I bet if my dad was there, he would ask the kecoh people to shut up and stood up for me. Why can't people just be chill and not be irritating? Stress ok drive in that condition!

That happy short period of time was visiting my still sick grandaunt. Still bedridden but thank god, she could understand speeches now. And coincidentally, my uncle who is taking care of my grandaunt, recently started his own individually handmade karipap business. I'm really not a fan of karipap because most of the karipaps I ate are hard and too flakey for my liking. It drives me nuts when I bite into one and the flakes are just there stuck all over my lips. It makes me want to rip my mouth off. So for me there's nothing to like about karipap. But when my I took a bite of my unc's pastry, I was a karipap convert.

Sorry the pics was a lil dark. Just adjust your screen brightness alright.

The fillings are in massive quantity! And the pastry are soft and are just how I like it; thin enough to hold the fillings together and no annoying thick flakes. I ate the sardine fillings and I didn't know it would taste helluva better in chilli dips so it was really really heavenly.

My grandaunt's side are definitely more rooted in the bengali culture. We called her nenek kala (kala=aunt) and some of them still refer the uncles as chaachaa (a direct translation of uncle). So it wasn't a surprise that the karipap tastes so good. Eh standard beb! Karipap melayu and india lain eh. Kekekeke! What's more special is that during our visit there, me and my sister got to know some family history and stuffs about our arwah atok. Suddenly I am so proud of my indian grandfathers ;')

Bad days are for losers.

2012-02-11T00:53:00.001+08:00

And guess what?! I am that loser. Yeah, days been bad for two weeks man. I think I should get a go at birth control pills. No menses, no pms, no moodswing, no exhaustion, no hormonal breakouts and no imaginary dicks on 95% of human population's forehead.

Yeah my driving sucks balls man. Tried manual. I don't want to make excuses for my bad driving but I'm sleepy and exhausted and feel like shit >:'-( but you know what, thank god I have a care level of -1. Which means I still have sense to quickly lift my spirits up again to move on forward. Doesn't matter if people upset you or you get so uptight so as not to upset others (sorry but I believe I am not born to kiss people's asses), what most important is that this world is only temporary and we are all flesh and bones. Once I remember that I only fear my one and only beloved God, all the other problems I had are insignificant. So what if I have a bad day? I just need sleep and tmr will be a better one. If tmr still stinks, then I should stop hoping for my days to change by being good to me and should take it as a hint that I'm the one that needs changing instead. If I had bad days, other people in this world are facing undescribable hardships. If I feel that it is unfair that other people around me are doing better than I am, then I shouldn't be infected by envy but pray for their prolonged joy because you'll live miserably if you live in envy. Plus I am much more comfortable marching in the beat of my own drum.

Bitchfit

2012-02-10T00:42:00.000+08:00

Baru ingat tadi nak bitchfit kat sini... Biasalah, pms moment lagi. But then mumma asked me to help her apply for a job online and the website is so frustrating that it exhausts my mental state. Nasib besok keje masuk lambat.

Plus, I've learnt my lesson to not bitchfit in anger. I am only allowed to bitchfit when I'm happy frolicking in a bundle of lily petals and bubble-blowing machines -..-

In a nutshell, today just happened to be my exhausted-don't-fcking-talk-to-me day and I had to face annoying plabutos. I don't know why but whenever I'm having pms or menses, 95% of human population seems to have dicks on their forehead.

Anw, ok.. I've removed my braids for real. If only braids are allowed in most government jobs. dickheads. So now curly is back.. and after two peaceful years, it's back to bad hair days, time-consuming hair preparation before going to work, back to spending money to keep up my naturally frizzy kinky hair. wowfuckthis

But I have a feeling my braids will be back.

Food solves almost everything.

2012-02-04T14:33:00.000+08:00

I'm already 21! Can you believe it? Ten more years, I'll celebrate my 31st on the 31st. Freakout time...
I know I'm already an adult because my perception of a birthday is; a quite stay-in with some family appreciation time. My god, it's coming true. I AM TURNING INTO A BORING ADULT. Fck this! Gimme back my youth! *me going haywire around the house, throwing tables and chairs while Mira is at the foreground yelling, "Orang mengamok! Orang mengamok!"*

I received two unexpected presents this year. Shila gave me gift vouchers (I'd always thought she had a bag of sand as her heart..apparently I'm quite wrong. Hmm) and I received another lovely present from fate.

with pain, agony and lotsa blood attached. Thanks, fate.

So this was how it happened. I was walking and cweeing this couple at the same time (I thought it was my sis & her fiance) when I took a bad trip on this slab of rock, did a modern but ugly version of a ballerina move while my sis was laughing her head off. Then I realized a whole chunk of my toe skin was torn off. I had blood all over my slipper. Great....super great. Gonna drive next week. Regretting renting a manual now.

But you know, on a brighter note seafood spreads redeemed everything. Yesterday I met up with my mates after a looooong MIA from both of them at Sinaran. A refreshing change from the usual Teh Tarik. I'm so jelak with Teh Tarik already. Snoop Dogg still ain't busting any rhymes... he just diligently prepares drinks to Teh Tarik's patrons. But Sinaran don't have that amazing Bandung and teh tarik that the former has. I shall just stick to Redbull, it never disappoints.

My beautiful friends since Day 1 of Sec 1. The hotplate beancurd's amazing!

And another feast at the ever convenient Teh Tarik. Finally got to treat both parents and grandma to seafood. Me & uncle joined forces for open table session!

Thanks Aunt for the Mango Cake.

Nothing much to mention about the taste factor. It just screams mediocre. But heck! Since I'm a seafood junkie, even if you give me steamed seafood with chilli/soysauce dip, I'll gladly eat it!

Birthday Cake from Mum. Will always have the standard cream & strawberries. I've been seeing this same
type of cake eversince I was a toddler. But it's rustic, delicious and reminds me of my childhood. Thanks mom!

It was 1st Feb and a pile of worksheets are waiting for my magic touch. Who the hell would've thought you need worksheets for art?! #%#64*^!!!! My brain cells depleted drastically after the third piece of worksheet I've marked. And this is the first pile! I got 5 more piles to go. #%#64*^!!!!

Language teachers who need to mark compos all their lives, pls share with me how you deal with this crapola...pls.

19 Feb, Rest & Relax. And maybe an occasional visit to 9gag.

Electric Ladyland

2012-01-24T23:34:00.001+08:00

Another art in process...

It's done now. But I've switched off my bedroom light and am too lazy to switch it back on just to snap a pic of it.

I love graffiti art. It looks so cool yet so deep and poetic yknow? I tried to imitate their coolness level and sketched this punk and a gorilla with headphones that looks like a phoneset weeks ago but I can't continue finishing it coz...hmmn, there's no value behind the picture. If there's no meaning behind a particular work, then there's no drive. Easy logic, mate.
Btw, not sure why but I'm deeply fascinated by gorillas. They're like apeshit fierce but you just want them to like you! Or is it just me? Hmmm... Please don't find me weird. I'm human, I'm bound to want things that I can't have -_-

Changes & stars the Sequel

2012-01-17T21:24:00.000+08:00

Ok ok! Late post, I know! Half of this month had been eventful and I'm still recovering from sore muscles from Simple Plan's concert. Green Day's mosh crowd (exactly 2 years ago on 15 Jan...GREENDAY!!!) was much more hardcore but we had two guys with us to atleast be the "barricade". But 3 days ago, it's just a two-women-army plus I was literally fighting through the crowd so I could go to the front. Haha! And we did it! From the back right to the 2nd row. Achievement unlocked!

But, my heart is still with Green Day. Their live concert kicks more ass. Being crushed in a sweatpit is not fun but I'd go through it again if Blink182 made it to this country! Yes, coldplay and keane too. woo!

Alright back to the main purpose of this post. I thought that this information is just amazing and it's an interesting info to share with your fellow mates over a tall cup of ice cold bandung on a parchy january afternoon.

Backstory was in previous post, and this is *turning my commercial voice on* how to spot your kiblat without the help of the kiblat compass or some random muslim!

It's all back to the basics baby. Sometimes I wonder if everything was made for a reason, what was star's role? Then I realized it was used as a compass back when people still don't know what compass was. Stars are fishermen's friends. Ok no, a strepthroat candy came up in my mind instead. It was a sailor's bestfriend.

I was in JB the other week and I saw the "compass" star formation just like how it was stated. AMAZAZING! I don't think Singapore's sky would do any justice because of all the building lights that floods the night sky.

Anyway, there will always be this three bright stars in a line. Don't ask me how to spot it among millions of them in the sky k...once you see it, you see it.

K once you've seen the three bright stars, there should be a star at each end of it. Like a Z formation.

And finally another star located around the middle of the...two stars..that is the edge of the first three...ahhh just see the photo below lah!

Then visualise a line going through it, just like connect-the-dots. You'll see distorted arrows at both ends. This arrow shows the direction of kiblat. But there's two arrows, so which direction was it?

In one of the triangles, there will be another three smaller dots.

And the one without the dots are the ones we, in asian region should follow! Cool or vhat?!

Changes & stars

2012-01-10T01:53:00.000+08:00

Sebok la si Rhino ni kat blakang frame. Shoh! Shoh!

I've removed my braids finally!

Ok, not really. I'm just using the back of my hair (where I've already unbraided) and plopped it on my forehead to check out what'll I look like with centre-parting hair. In conclusion, I still look like a d*ck. Yeah d*cks. The berbulu ones with heads. That have both land and water as it's habitat and quacks. What were you thinking?!

Anyway, I'm still having breakouts. Kinda shit is this?!! I think Mira a.k.a McDermott a.k.a Rhino (from Bolt movie) a.k.a GusGus (from Cinderella 1950) secretly sits on my face when I was sleeping.

Haiyo, hair dilemma. To those who keep asking when I'll remove it and "kau bukak sume sudah kin sekarang", please sabar boleh tak? It's not as easy as it seems ok. I'll just perm it, since my hair is already naturally curly in an unruly manner (just like the owner). You should see my hair when I was a baby.

Oh gawd

Anyways, I'm still adjusting to my new found responsibilities. I have to be honest, I don't know if it's me who hates responsibilities or responsibilities hate me. Either way, the R word scares me. It's like the unreturnable gateway to adulthood. I'm sure adulthood's pretty fun...even though about 90% of adults I see are looking kinda miserable (the other 10% are hippies and free souls). Plus I'm still sleeping at all the wrong timings, when adults got to know that I came to work without a wink of sleep the night before their reactions were like this:

Like now, I bet I won't be sleeping tonight again. It'll be cooler if I were to be referred as an art instructor only, and not a teacher. 'Cause I'm sure as hell ain't one. And teacher is a big word with a bulkload of responsibilities and eyeluggage attached. Me? I was joking with the students. I was showing them a picture of Andy Warhol's Campbell's Tomato can Pop Art cover and told them how these people make big bucks by selling their art. One student raised his hand and asked me,"Cher, this one how much?" asking about the value of the pop but I replied,"$3.95 lah, can find in NTUC". Student tros bingit. Hahahaha

On a totally unrelated but equally important topic,
I don't know about you but I love to watch this show "Tanyalah Ustaz" on TV9. I believe that even if you live in the modern world, you shouldn't treat your faith as just a religion but also as a way of lifestyle. That's why they always say Islam is a lifestyle because it teaches you the correct way of dealing with things (all stated in Quran & hadiths). And every single day from the moment we wake up right to the time when our souls take a rest, we are in an ongoing jihad. Nowadays mainstream media put a negative light on this word. But jihad is something that every muslim must embrace because you don't have to have an M16 strapped to your shoulder and kill in the name (wrong intention & will) of Allah for it to be called Jihad. These images are what the western media always plant in our heads whenever we hear of this word, making our religion look bad. But the everyday challenges that you try to avoid your tempts and nafs are also a form of jihad.

So it does get hard to get bored when you have "nothing to do" because you will have thousands of things to accomplish. Maybe set a daily agenda for yourself, like dzikir after every solat or read quran once a week at least. So when things get too complicated (that are always caused by worldly matters, always), go back to the basics: your faith.

It works for me, and I know what's good for myself best. Because I have nobody to guide me or advises me so I had to learn the hard way. And I prefer to learn it the hard way than anything else. It's much more worth it and lasts longer.

Oh! And I have something interesting to share about some things I've picked up in the programme. But I'll just chuck it into another post 'cause this one is getting too long. Hehe

Wedding Bells

2012-01-09T00:41:00.002+08:00

Mom's friend was getting married the other day & mom asked me and dad to accompany her to JB for the event. I've never experienced a chinese wedding before so I thought why...the...hell...not. It's bound to be interesting. And yes, I felt like the only child on that day. Wooo! With no Mira around to irritate me with her Wilma McDermott obsession.

We hitched a ride with one of mom's friend who drives and stopped over at another friend's place before heading to the restaurant. The place is typical malaysia, unkempt and dirty but you know what? I love it. It's the kind of peace that envelops you, you'll never find in Singapore. It's so peaceful and the most precious thing is there was masjid everywhere. I am so seriously buying a place for my parents somewhere in JB once I have the money for their retirement, throw some chickens and potted herbs/plants for them and maybe a Harley for my dad to move around with. Hahaha! Man, I need lotsa money $_$ And then Imma be migrating to Brunei and be an ustazah with my own show called, "Assalamualaikum auda disana!" But the Brunei monarch pun dah macam...ntah eh. It's an islamic state but, y'know, not all can be endowed with power & wealth and not be corrupted.

Okay why am I talking about politics? Let's not get carried away.

Dad and I.

Momsical & Popsical

The apps course

Here comes the best part: We sat at the only muslim-allocated table in the restaurant and me, dad, mom had the whole table and 10-pax menu courses to ourselves the whole dinner because mom's other two malay friends paitao the event. Betul punye janji melayu siol..There's no age limit to this malay phenomenon, but I can't deny how gerek it is to have dinner with my parents. I feel like their little pamperd baby..huhuhuuhuhuhuhuhuuu ^.^ I sound like budak kurang kasih sayang tak?
Kasih sayang, terlalu indah untuk dikenang~ <---an oldie 2D song.
But one thing I can never forget is being driven home by this drunk indian dude, whose also my mom's friend. K this indian dude eh, I don't know in my opinion was the coolest shit ever. He speaks fluent mandarin and got this snoop dogg vibe (coz ya know if you cut away his pigtails, put some sarong around him, snoop dogg could easily be passed off as a bangla, a really cool one) but I was also scared for my life when he was put in the driver's seat. If I'm in singapore I'd never put myself in that kind of jeopardy again and rather walk home, but I can't cause JB streets scare the f*ck outta me.

I still hate drunk people, and hate the fact that a drunk dude is allowed to drive coz he drove like shit. I think the life-flashes-before-your-eyes thingy happened to me like, a few times during the ride home. Especially when he could still look at his phone and check TOTO numbers. I still think he's badass though! Badass indian dude. Eh, but there are some really good-looking/pretty indians out there man. And then I heard some songs that reminds me of some people.... Which I totally missed, after. Okay before I stray out of topic again, I'll wrap this post up.

I'm home!

2012-01-06T15:12:00.003+08:00

Felt like I've not been eating chocolates for a very long time. Alright, maybe I'm just referring to m&m peanuts.

Work does make you appreciate Fridays and weekends more mang. Being around with 40-60 year old men for four days are no joke. Next week it's time to meet the young ones-students!

It's Day 4, bit*h

2012-01-06T09:41:00.001+08:00

Me, sitting at Loserville and capturing a pic with dozen of temps behind me.

My new stint just started 3 days ago and uhm, I'm managing well so far. Okay not really. If you know me well, you should know why. "Shit Happens" are written on my forehead.

The first day je aku dah fallen into the pit of shame by this AED. Y'know those kind of thing where you stood at the back of someone and asked "what are you doing later?" and that person turned and replied you only to realize you are holding a phone to your ear. Those kind of same shit applied to my case. Just no phones involved.

And yesterday I was settling some paper to be printed in the gen.office. Suddenly a random nyonya came right beside me and said good morning. I did the same. And then she asked me who I am and I introduced myself as the new cleaner. She didn't look amused so I was like,"nah I'm a relief". From what I can tell she wasn't amused. Then later in the day the apple bottomed jeans art H.O.D (cos his surname is Low) asked me whether I've met the principal because apparently she passed a forwarded warning about my hair through Low. So yeah, the woman in the office was the principal.

What a crazy ride huh?

Ok, gotta go back school now, I think I've spent quite a while here at McD's for breakfast. Teeheehee.

2011-12-31T03:35:00.000+08:00

You know, when you want to talk to somebody so much but there's a huge thick wall of...I don't know, insecurities, ego, doubt, whatever it might be, between you and that person that prevents you from doing so. It genuinely sucks. It's like watching your favourite beachball drift away further and further by the waves and there's nothing you could do about it except watch it go.

It's an Obsession~

2011-12-27T19:42:00.000+08:00

Remember FrankieJ's sick "obsession" ballad? Dang, lagu zaman gemilang dok. Time darah masih muda dan muke masih kental. Umur baru cecah 14 tahun brudder. Budak hingus! Hahaha..*Lihatlah saye skg, berumur 20 tahun. Dah besar panjang anak mak >.<*

Ok that song has got nothing to do with today's post. Instead, it is far more unrelated than that, even though the basic ground of romance is undeniably the same. The lust I had... Passion. Passionate about Pasta!

King Leonidas: This is... PASTAAAAAAAAAA!

Ok back to the initial topic...Oh, did you know that I had the most weirdest dream ever?
Ok lah, since all of my dreams are under the "nonsense" genre, this is not the one that stood out the most. But it's more like refreshing, up-to-date kind of nonsense. You know that some of the dreams are actually based on the things that have been in your mind lately right? Well, school reopens on 3rd of January (which is next Tuesday..WHATTCC??!!) & I guess I have been thinking alot about it. I slept and dreamed about me temp-ing for one whole school-day. And on top of that, the last period is... how do I say this without sounding insane. I had to sub a Magic class. No, no. There's no brooms/wands or anything Harry Potterish, it's just a normal class & I had to teach them magic. I told the kids I don't know how to do one so I let them watch "Ganyut" until they (suddenly) fell asleep in my living room couch. Yeah the dream change location just like *snap fingers*. Apparently I woke them up and I don't know how is this relatable to Magic but I taught them how to cut apple slices.

And then I woke up and cooked Pasta Goreng. True story, bro.
Which brings us back to my pasta passion. I'm blaming my hormones for making me eat like a mawas.
Plus this sudden craving for pasta. So this week I had two pasta dishes. One is Creamy Tomato Baked Pasta and the leftovers I fried it today. Thank God I can cook man.

I felt like a total warrior 'cause I was cookin stuff while doing the laundry & dishes. My god! Feel so...uhmm...domesticated suddenly :/

Kaywakkk gue lapor!

>:-(

2011-12-25T04:12:00.001+08:00

Breakouts. Swollen boobs (really wish I have a bra made of steel right now). Monstrous appetite. Period, you must be on your way again.

And to think that it happens every month. So there'll be no chance of me ever to have a pimple-free face. Or ever losing fats. Sometimes things like these makes me wish I was a guy, mang.

I Killed the TwitBird

2011-12-25T03:10:00.002+08:00

I am a person of absolute spontaneousity & I've bid goodbye to my old twitter. I don't know if it's the caffeine rush or my diarrhea or the total pointlessness of that website but for no specific reason in particular, I just don't like it. So I've gotten rid of it. Simple.

But I've made a new account that has zero followers, 1 following with 1 tweet. I still don't know what's up with that though. Most prolly it's going down the drain as well. Or maybe, I have a fetish for deleting things?

So how's my weekend? It's been full of purposeful activities of battling migraines & countless shitstorm. I love it. It's like a bonding session between me and... my internal organs. Oh it's my parent's anniversary too by the way. Happy anniversary mom & dad! On a totally unrelated point, I feel like making baked pasta later.

And Merry Christmas to Christians! It's not Jesus' birthday & I don't know how Santa is relevant but happy season of excusable overspending & giving.

Little Israel

2011-12-18T23:44:00.000+08:00

I've shared a video below of one of my favourite islamic scholar/lecturer and he answered the question why he did not visit countries like U.S so and so and so and so, and also this country.

I've always felt like the authorities are a bunch of shady pricks. Ever since I start to read up on my own accord about the things that is happening around this world, I started to notice and pick up a few things that confirms my own theoritical analysis. Everyone should read about the bible, about judaism, and most importantly (if you're a muslim especially) ISLAM because we are given brains for a reason. To find out the truth. If you're a muslim, take the time to learn about our beloved prophets, the 12 Imams after Nabi Muhammad s.a.w and read the translated version of our holy book, Quran please.

I mean, can anybody deny that this place is slowly crumbling into it's downfall? Things seem pretty much corrupted (but it's concealed intricately by the ridiculous "non-corruption" pay of the government) the way it is, we are inclining towards western civilisation in a bad way, the poor keeps getting poorer and rich gets richer. Working class people have to work basically till they die just to support their cost of living. People could debate on and on about how safe this country is but believe me, it's not the external threat that I'm afraid of, it's the puppets that are controlling every aspect of this nation. Those big fries who are calling the shot.

I mean, even with the recent train/cab issues, I don't blame the staff working under the company. But have you stopped and thought about who owned majority of transport system? Most who are unaware wouldn't be hesistant to jump to conclusion that it is just an accident. But have you stopped and thought,"what's going on, man?"

Anybody who knows some basic things about the wars in Israel, Palestine, the holy promised land Jerusalem cannot deny how it is linked with the events that is happening even to this day, even in the future. I think people chose not to get their heads into this because they won't want to believe that evil truly exist. Those who are not aware don't want to risk sounding like an "extremist" because most of them regard religion as a myth now. Have you ever thought about the growing number of atheist around the world today? Even if those with religion don't truly understand and practised them.

We are kept busy with our lifes, trynna look like celebrities, trynna get the most branded stuff, trynna replicate the western lifestyle even to a point of OUTDOING each other as if jealousy upon the other party can be considered as an achievement while dirty work is being plotted behind closed doors.

And one other thing, people are becoming more and more jealous of everything these days. Jealous of this jealous of that. Materialism is usually the root of jealousy and it only shows one thing: Ungratefulness. I hate it when people start to compare things that they do or do not have to that of other people. Why should you bring that point up when you know that what you have is already more than enough? It isn't hard to be pleased with what you've got, because I trust that what I have and do not have is for my own best benefit. And I don't question that. But that doesn't mean I don't have to work for it though and accept my fate as it is. We can try and change i.e to improve ourselves, that is by the will of God. Afterall, He is the best of all planners.

Lookie lookie!

2011-12-17T23:04:00.001+08:00

I was just feeling pretty darn bored so I looked through my phone's album and saw this. A picture I took about, a couple of months back. It's a cup. Of iced drink, in my fridge. And the straw...is...on crack.

Take a quickie look. Can you, my humble friends...try and absorb the situation here?

I mean, can somebody explain this I beg chu. A little backstory though, this is my dad's personal drinking cup. Okay it's more like a container actually, could've easily been 1.5 litres capacity. He would always buy soya milk and replenish it here. And me plus my sisters (and mom actually) would sometimes steal a couple of sips...ahem....long drags from this container whenever we felt thirsty. (Hearing my dad yellin' "WHO STOLE MY SOYA DRINK!?!" a couple of times a week have been a norm. & I also have this strange hobby of yelling,"HOW ARE YOU ENJOYING DAD'S SOYA DRINK?" whenever I saw Mira secretly quenching her thirst sneakily behind the fridge door. It's so fun) Ehehe. It's way easier to steal drinks than to actually take a cup, pour water in it and wash the cup yknow what I mean? Hey cmon, keeping it real here.

So yep, I was actually on my way to stealing a couple of sips when to my disappointment, realized that it's cold as rock. And then that disappointment turned into freakiment when I saw the filled up straw. First thing that came to mind was an image of Dad in the fridge drinking soya milk till it turned into ice but that won't be possible because Dad is too phat for the fridge.

Another mystery here...how the heck did this happen?

*requiem of a dream playing in the background*

Ok that's all folks.

Good Moaning Baby Babies!!!!

2011-12-16T05:39:00.001+08:00

I am starving & keep on thinking about burgers and fried chicken. BRING ME SOME FOOD! FEED ME GRAPES! Ok not gon happen, need to go raid the kitchen later. One thing I hate about putting stuff together in the morning when everyone's asleep is that noises are magnified wayyyy 15x more than usual. Like... Scratching your butt in the afternoon and scratching your butt at night have two different outcomes. The decibels made during the night are somehow in a mysterious way, larger. It's one of the biggest mysteries of all time.
And I can't stop touching my phone screen eversince I took the protector sheet off last night. That thing made my phone look raggety man. Now its all...classy ;D Oh. Ok there it goes.. Time for fajar folks.

Have a ballsy day everyone.

Hello imaginary friend

2011-12-14T05:35:00.001+08:00

Hello imaginary friend, we used to have a real conversation. & I felt like the connection was real too. But I have no idea what happen now and it's sad. I like you, your nice vibe & genuineness. Now I feel like I've lost something I haven't even have yet. Because it seem to me that this friendship have started off without a base. And a friendship without one doesn't really exist. I hope to hear back from you again because I can't help it when my mind keep on going back to thoughts of you. But at the same time I am afraid of that, I don't really know why but it's confusing me through & through . Well, whatever it is, I hope you are doing great.
Take care, friend & all the best; maybe one day we'll meet by fate.

OH'S

2011-12-14T03:55:00.000+08:00

I LOVE HONEY CEREALS.

I think they kickass. Like a lot.

Yeah and my ma bought two different types of honey cereals. I was pouring my favourite one into my bowl right, then mum was like,"you should combine those two cereals together" and it was the most happiest moment of my day. So my bowl was filled with so much honey junk that I was so happy I had to take a picture. Hahaha

Just two days (or issit three? four? blogging in the morning always eff my brain up) ago me

and my buddy was on the same spot right there in the picture stuffing our faces with the whole package of WAFFLE fcking CRISP & Spongebob Movie on the tube.

Oh yep... I have this annoying habit of holding my cutleries like a pen and ate hamburgers like how yall hold pizzas. It just happens, folks. Things like these happens.
Just like how illegitimate children are born every day.

Anyways! Time for some upupupupdates!
Week's been crayzayyyyyy! Been hardcore drinking (8 glasses of purified mineral water everyday), partying like there's no tomorrow (on the praying mat) and getting wasted (on honey cereals).
I'm such a party animal. Huhuhuhu!!!

Ok serious now, if you ask me what happened for these last few days, what came to my mind will be a quick buzz reel of my dailies and lotsa sleep. SCHLEEP.
I have no idea why I get tired alot so I sleep but sleeping makes me even more
tired then I slept again but when I woke up I'll be tired again and before I know it, I'm dead asleep. It's so......tiring.

Dailies like impromptu meetups, those kind of thang like you woke up and saw whatsapp text on your cell asking "whatsup wanna go out today?" and you'd thought why the hell not & then you go out. End of story.

Well first of, today when I woke up, there's no whatsapp text but I went to toilet to do my morning pee routine, yadayada checked my eyebags in the loo mirror and I saw two tiny bloodclots on my upper lip. I had a mysterious cut on my upperlip and I didn't have a clue how I got it. What I do know is that it hurts like a mtfkg cheesecake. I want to put a tiny cctv on my face to know what the heck is going on at night.

I went on a surprise trek to Mt. Kinabalu.
When I reached the top I was greeted by a superficial looking rock formation that reminds me
so much of Haw Par Villa.

Okay kidding, it is HPV.

This dude here is NOT our tourguide.

These dudes are.

After HPV,we settled for some mutton soup & chops at ARFC

Mutton chop is my ultimate childhood favourite.

Some pics from the BBQ (gettin sleepy now :S )
If you are wondering,my Nikon's havinga holiday trip to Bali.

The BBQ was okay, nothing much to talk about since my mood was affected by alot of factors, rough week and shit.
Rina was really hyper though, which is really refreshing. Because she was shooting sarcastic jokes like a pro and I was too tired to react much. Usually it's the other way around, but she own the crown on this one. Plus I saw the eclipse for the first time ever (google images DOESN'T COUNT)

Poppycock again. Sick stuff. Literally could make you sick. But I love it enough to ignore the fact that it's overly sweet. Hehehe.

Anyway, I was on my way home at the interchange when right infront of me I saw my little tiny student from one of the schools I used to teach at. Thank God she didn't saw me or she'll definitely shouts "CIKGU NORA!" & that would be embarrassing with my ripped jeans and all.

Oh one more thing...

2011-12-07T00:38:00.001+08:00

If it wasn't for my awesome friend, my facebook would've stayed deactivated & redundant. Aku tau aku kental satu hari je deactivate but atleast my friend inspired me to get rid of unnecessary things there and move on with life.
Hmmm can't deny that I'm overreacting a little but it's for my best interest. Janji besok dah boleh start prayers lagi :-)

Lone Traveller

2011-12-06T22:03:00.001+08:00

Apsal ade dua spot takde lampu?

Vivo tak bayar bill electric eh..

If you guys remember (or not) I did post a list about some things I would like to do "one of these days". One of those things are trekking. I've always loved venturing out by myself, you know, alone.

Peace is one thing, and then you also had to decide things for yourself, maybe get lost somewhere and trip upon things you never knew were there in the first place. In simpler terms, I love to discover things on my own la. Who knows one day I might go backpacking That would be so cool! :D

Okay back to trekking. I packed my bottle of water, my Nikon, my phone for map, my shades to look unnecessarily cool if weather allows me to, my ID for identification (very very important my fwens) all in a backpack and set out to the Southern Ridges. I took buses to Hortpark first, that's where I'm going to start my trail all the way to Mount Faber. Initially tu lah plan aku. Sekali check-check bile dah turun bus, ezlink pulak takde duit. AIYAMAK! But first things first, I gotta start my trail. I'm there already all pumped up for my oneness with nature!

So I walked up the bridge. To the trail. I'm feeling good. There's an angmoh with a philipine gf right in front of me. Angmoh ni tak abes2 ngan pinoy fetish, I thought to myself. Since they are busy taking pictures of themselves, I overtook them and continue towards my trail. I was warming up to my lush surroundings as well as occasional view of banglas picking some herbs and spices. Ceh no lah, cut grass je. Suddenly I was met with a split trail, which means I can either head left or right. The right trail, which is THE WAY TO SOUTHERN RIDGES WAS BLOCKED! WTH. I took the left trail, who knows a magic shuttle bus is waiting for me or something.

But what awaits me was just a parked lorry on a dead end road. How I know it's a dead end? There's a big sign over there la. But I did continue walking uphill following the road though, who knows another magic shuttle bus is waiting for me. But halfway through I was doubting my decisions, 'cause if the sign says dead end mesti la maknenye dead end kan? Takkan sign board nak suke2 tipu orang. So I u-turned back to the trail, where I met the couple again (they are on the way up the dead end road). I knew the couple would u-turn back as well, so I just waited. As expected I saw them walking down again so I asked them,"Exkius me, this is a dead end road isn't it?" The guy replied,"Not sure, we didn't go all the way up, this is our first time here also." Ler sekali dengar die peh accent, dua2 pinoy la *slaps forehead*. K takpe I said thank you. There's only one way to find out so I walked uphill again towards the other end of the road, only to be greeted with a big gate of a private school.

I approached the security booth. Dalam security booth tu eh ade satu makcik tudung tau. Die tengah duduk kat kerusi tak tau ah tgh dengar warna ke ape, tapi muke die aman to the maximum sambil tutup mate. Nak kacau trance die pun mcm tak sampai hati but what to do, member nga terdesak nak carik Southern Ridges!

So I said,"Assalamualaikum.." The makcik opened her eyes and smiled at me, tapi tak jawab salam seh. "Err, cik boleh tanye sikit, kat sini nak pergi henderson wave macamane ah? Usual trail die tutup la cik, ade second route tak?" Thank God the makcik is like a walking google maps! She confidently gave me directions to Depot Road to take bus 195, which I have to go out all the way towards main road -.-

Aku memang tak tau Depot Road kat mane, but who cares, ezlink pon takde duit ape lagi? Naik cab uh!

I hailed a cab and asked,"uncle accept nets?" He shook his head so I closed the door and he drove off. And then I remembered. Kenape bodoh sangat eh? Kan dalam wallet ade cash? I hailed three to four more cabs after that but (I can't believe this) none of them knew what is Southern Ridges or Henderson Wave. Kimak... One indian uncle lagi best, he was already driving when I asked him "uncle you know how to go Southern Ridges anot? Henderson Wave la that one.." and he asked me back,"Uhh I don't know ah. You know??" I alighted the cab and was like heck, I'm going to walk and find Depot Road & Southern Ridges myself!

So I started walking...Finally found Depot Road. My plan then was to keep following the bus route until I eventually find the bridge or collapse out of tiredness. I did try to hail a cab every once in a while but none stopped for me. Maybe they are afraid I might not pay them cause I look like a homeless nomad with my bag and shawl that I wrapped around my head. Halfway throughout the uber long walk I spotted a 7 Eleven. Ah nice, I could top up my ezlink and end all this walking shit.

But after topping up, I chose to continue walking. I've come this far, there's no reason to stop now. Plus, at least I get to really savour this experience. Steps after steps after steps, I finally saw a bridge looming in my view. I've made it. My feet hurts like hell, perspire is on every pore on my face and body but it was so worth it!

So that is my experience. Even though now my ass, thighs and calves are sore as fck, I swear I will go on an impromptu trip like this again.

What's more, my tiring day was sweetly ended with a dinner meet-up with my bud at VivoCity. I felt much much better after talking with her and joking over Poppycock popcorn! Hahahaha! That popcorn with cashews and caramel beat the overrated Garette's hands down. I'm not sure if they sell it at any other Giant but I bought it at Vivomart/Giant. Poppycock's shelves are near the checkout area.

Alright, that's it then. :)

I'M BACK!

2011-12-04T22:59:00.001+08:00

Ok I can feel my old self back again. WOW! Period can really change you man... What a life changing experience...that happens once a month -.- Psssh!

Seriously, I've read back my sappy tweets and blog posts and I'm like,"who the hell posessed me?"
Ok all that shit is over. I'm feeling better than ever -still not fully recovered yet- but slowly & surely laughing at my life's problems again. Drunkards can be drunk all their lives, I don't give much cherry fucktard about it. And I'm back feeling way excited about the things that I've planned for myself.

And to this particular person, I'm really done playing kite with you man. The push & pull treatment is so annoying! Initial plan nak test water, end up tenggelam sendiri.
Senang aku buat kau jadi bahan je lah. Eh boleh gitu ^^V

So yes, the nun shikin is back. Loving children, animals and nature since 1991.
Hahahaha. So yeah, I think I definitely learnt a lesson here. The lesson learnt is: I can't deny that I'm not ready. Especially to deal with feelings besides self-contentment. Emotions are a messy pile of shit that I don't want to stuff my hands into. I can be single all my life as long as I know God is there for me (Period please get out quickly! I miss my praying mat & late night quran reading :/ )Yeah call me lazy or the next Zaibo when I finally get my jodoh after menopause. Whatever.

Mr. Right a.k.a Dwight Schrute

Oh yes, what else. I'm still updating my wordpress! Pretty please go HERE to check out my works.
I don't think I am going to post anymore of my artworks here. Because it'll feel very cluttered.
I've already deactivated my facebook account to begin with. One less distraction. And I'm pretty sure I'll abandon my twitter soon. Twitter had stolen my attention from you my dear Spotrot.

P/S: The 4th of December Road Closure. I've been wondering whatsup with that. Sekali pasal Standard Chartered marathon. Lerr... Ingatkan ade chingay parade nak selit2 holiday season on this date. Ok, mistery revealed.

Faith&Art

2011-11-28T15:01:00.001+08:00

Doing art has always been a therapy outlet for me. It's almost like...healing in a sort of way.

The paper is like my diary, but I write in pictures.

Especially in times when my emotions can be up in a turmoil mess.

What I honestly hate about the female emotions is that we tend to put our heart on the line

that easy, and when things (or human especially) disappoints and knock down

that hope we keep on building,

there's nothing much left in it for us at the end.

The only two things that never ever had disappoint me in my life

has always been faith & art.

So I want to keep my head in a cloud where everything that floats around

it is art, art, art.

'Cause I know art will never bail out on me.

5 Years & Counting

2011-11-27T17:03:00.001+08:00

Dookie, 39/smooth slappy hour, Warning. I love all of their old stuff best.
Hardcore Green Day fan here!

Hollahey!

2011-11-26T23:14:00.001+08:00

For your puking pleasure

I know I've been ditching this blog for awhile. Fret not, I'm back. Just busy doing my portfolio (still). Ok fine, maybe more to rotting my ass off. But anyway, you can check out my online portfolio here, it's still not fully done though. Tried to move my artwork menu from footer to header but... RAHH!!
I've cleared my facebook account too, lotsa rubbish in there.

I have been eating like crayyyyyzay too. Man food is BEAST! Everything is so delicious, I bet if there's nothing at home, you might find me snacking on some raw onions. Or jintan. Or belacan. Plus there's pasar malam at my neighbourhood. It's been a long while since one was set up here and I have a feeling people around my block tengah gian makan takoyaki because the queue was huge. Yeah, it's huge not long coz who the hell bother to queue at pasar malam. Everyone was moshing. Haha!

Well at least I got my tako balls and coconut drink! Happpppppeeeeeeeeeee ^^

P/S: My humour have been going on a long trip of vacation.

Mixed feelings

2011-11-15T02:52:00.001+08:00

Harrow! My monday ain't that bad at all. Even though the morning call from BLGPS pissed me off again, they called me at 730am and asked if I could come at 8am. Wasn't the first time. Hmmmmm well, let's see. NfuckingO! I'm not your bloody last resort when you don't have your straight-cut polytechnic relief teachers who can style themselves like a premature cat-lady. And this time, kak asnah asked somebody else to call me instead. Konon save face? Ok let's just forget blgps. At least I got shuqun to back me up, even though one ugly teacher from SQPS gave me a zaman jahiliyah up-down stare this afternoon.

Thank God the meeting I had in the morning went extremely well. I mean, he was clearly impressed with my paint portfolio. It just feels great when people notice the passion you put into something. And we were on the same page. Definitely have a great time talking to the art HOD 'cause our interest is basically the same. Except sometimes I don't recognize some of the famous painters he mentioned & I had to pretend I did. Hahahaha :/ I'm not a surreal art hardcore lah. So yup, definitely something to look forward to on January. As for now, I'm trying not to think about anything else.Anything else that is....distracting. hmmmm...Oh god, getting emo again.

Alright off I go.

Little by little

2011-11-14T02:27:00.001+08:00

I have no idea when I will have the time to do a proper post. I guess that's the idea of blogging;there's never a right timing for it. When you feel like updating something, you just shoot. Like now, lying on my bed while typing away on bloggeroid.

I lost count on how many times I've said this but I've been busy! Not physically busy (sounds wrong..but you get what I mean!) but mentally.

You must be thinking "eleh alasan la ko" but really..going through a tough phase here. Sadface.

Wordpress is still an alien to moi.

And I think I miss someone? Shit.

Portfoli-ohhhh!

2011-11-04T14:10:00.003+08:00

Great thing I met my retarded poly "bestfriend" yesterday. She made me wait for freaking one hour but since she treated me lunch, I've forgiven her. Food always solves everything! Hahaha.

I was just accompanying her to see some university booths at our former ICT building. I wasn't that interested to further my studies anymore actually (sick to think about loans and stuff) but guess what?
Xueli actually got me a little convinced about applying for one. Screw her man..

NOW WHAT?!! Should I apply for NIE or go further my design studies? Arghh choices,choices!

Anyway the most important thing now is to get my ass back to getting a job. I'm still under MOE's list of substitute teachers but I'm seriously sick of waiting for last minute calls and their inconsistent working hours. Plus I bet that school is not going to hire me again since the balding principal apparently have issues with my braids.

Yeah good thing is, after the uni booth, I'm kinda pumped up to do flourish my artistic "flair" again.
And by doing so, I need to gather my portfolio. Believe me honey, my portfolio's a mess. Most of my polytechnic works are gone just like that because gadgets hate me so much my harddisk and macbook had to fail last time. I reread back my posts during my school days and can't believe how miserable and depressing my life sounded back then. I will never forget how technology bail out on me. That's why I SOOO MUCH prefer hardcore sketching/painting or whatever I can come out with without having a bloody screen in between.

I got alot of things to do.

All my hardcopy sketches/paintings HERE that needs to be scanned and photographed.

I got alot of things to fill......

Folders are still empty t(-.-t)

Yes, my phone's bluetooth name is BurgerRamly. Don't judge me, it used to be "M.Rajoli" k.

God, have mercy on me.

Hopefully by next week I can put everything up on web and I'm good to go.

Heaven

2011-11-04T12:15:00.001+08:00

Been eyeing this and my temptation got the better of me. Ate almost all one litre of it!

yummeh.

Mixed berries sorbet next.

2011-11-01T04:45:00.001+08:00

So many agendas for tomorrow. Finding a job that you love is so depressing.
Ok shikin shut up. See? This is why I hate to blog at 4 in the morning. The posts will get miserable.

It will not even be funny because my sense of humour is deteriorating with time. Maybe in next five years or so I will be blogging poems or sajak..or syair...

While eating ubi rebus and kopi panas. Warghh lapar!! Wait actually I am craving for fresh seal's lungs. Just watched a documentary about inuits and are so amazed by indigenous people. People who aren't grazed by the modern world.

Like the bushmen of the kalahari. They lived so harmoniously with the nature around them. Makes me think of my own destructive lifestyle.. Look at me, I should be foraging in the woods looking for wild berries and nuts but I am here blogging instead while waiting for adzan. Ok lah excusable enough..

Anyway. It makes me even more deeply curious about how life could kickstart, evolve & stay for hundreds of generations in harsh living conditions where vital supplements like fresh water are scarce. How they figure out that by squeezing roots they could have something to drink out of.

Or just the thought that indigenous people from opposite continents could figure out the same method of producing fire with two sticks are just mindblowing. Man...life is so interesting!
It's sad when modern western civilisation are vanishing these tribes' lifestyle little by little. Governments are taking over the spaces that used to be the living grounds of theirs and their ancestors. I think we should respect their lifestyle and leave them alone. Looks like humans,power hungry and greedy ones especially, would change and devour every aspect if this planet as far as that greed would allow them to. Wait scrap that, they've already messed with the solar system. Fckers suddenly figures his balls was big enough to decide that pluto ain't a planet anymore -_-

Accessories

2011-10-29T19:11:00.000+08:00

I keep thinking about that loooooooooooong beads&feathers earrings from Rastafari.

Y'know how a kids ogles at a Lego set from the glass partition? That's how I'm like. It's sitting quaintly in it's little exclusive corner along with it's exclusive jamaican counterparts. I thought it's not for sale because there's only a pair of that gorgeous earring in the display casing. But I'm wrong. & I hate for being wrong because now I WANT IT. Dammit. 28 bucks is a little too crazy for earrings but.. it just looks good on my accessories box.

Dreams

2011-10-27T02:28:00.000+08:00

I've been having weird dreams lately. It was too weird till it surpasses it's own ability to make a dreamer remember that dream even after they wake up.

Last week I had this dream where I took a long time to start up the bus' engine (if you still don't get it, I am a bus driver) & all commuters alighted. Character dalam mimpi pon nak fed-up2. Chin up ah siak. Nak aje pekik kat dorang,"Alight ah alight... Korang tak exist pon, gi mampos." But I can't control my dreams. Sigh.

Then this morning I dreamt about the new lift. Takde ke mimpi lain!? Mimpi pasal lift....... But this lift was as huge as my living room. Probably bigger. So as usual, I wanted to try out this new lift even though I live on the 4th floor. There was alot of people in the lift (the lift was living-room size remember?) and then between the 2nd & 3rd floor, the lift jammed.

As if that wasn't enough, parts of the lift floor at the back collapsed but I was at the front so I didn't care coz I was like,"I don't need drama in my life". Macam bitchy...hahaha

Then like all nonsensical dreams, SUDDENLY out of nowhere the door was ajar. So outside there were like other people staring into the collapsed-lift mess but they don't bother to lift a finger to help us out. Now that I think about it, they never moved at all. Wait...am I sure they're not life-size posters??
You know how dreams are, they are capable being borderline bastard.

Since I am directly facing the ajar door, I tried to climb up to get myself out but these fcktards in the lift dragged me down 'cause they said I would ditch them once I'm free. I told them I would help pull em up if I got to get out first (which wasa total lie by the way) and they don't buy my excuse.

The next part was finding solution on how to escape which was so intricate I'm not gonna go in detail. I prolly need to make a short film to explain everything. Uhmm in a nutshell, I was like "okay why not we crawl out of here through the wide-open lift door like how I attempted just now and use the old lift?" And suddenly that solves everything -.-

Aku dah cakap mimpi aku teramat merepek sehingga megi semalam merangkak keluar dari rongga hidung -_______________-

T

Under The Weather

2011-10-19T07:08:00.001+08:00

I fell sick last two days. Well I rarely get sick immune-wise (mindset-wise, I believe it have been in sick mode since the day I was brought to planet earth) so when I do, I was reminded back on how painful influenza can be. Don't worry, don't worry... I'm fine now & are as fit as a fiddle. Chet!

I started to notice this uncomfortable feeling in my throat, and was contemplating whether to blame it on the chocolate or the awesome sambal belacan I ate on the side for dinner.

But then I remembered... Aha. Few days before, my sister was sick too. She must've passed me the virus when she used my toothbrush or something. Pengotor!!

I don't understand what's so hard about using your own damn toothbrush. Her's was like just next to mine but she chose to take mine which was kept in a ziplock. Tengok tu...Sanggup menyusahkan diri bukak ziplock. Amazing ah.. Yea I knew this because I've installed cctv in the loo. Yeah right. She don't have the audacity to even place it back in the ziplock to at least conceal her 'activity'. So I would always find it somewhere else. Annoying much. I think even if I keep my toothbrush in a safe, she will take a sledgehammer to break it open. Orang gini masuk army bagos. Tak tau erti give up.

What is the purpose of a spoon? (Part 2)

2011-10-18T04:17:00.000+08:00

I have no idea why the more I grumble about an instructor under my breath, the more I was allocated to his slot. Thank God I am the type of person who would knows when to stand up for myself (if I don't I'll go crazy). In this post, I'm going to place a number next to the headline, to indicate the number of times I got to (unfortunately) meet the person.

The Temperamental (3)

Can you believe that the first lesson with him, I was already scolded? I was having one of my low self-esteem days & dude was having a ball bashing my morale.

like being barked at by a drill sergeant...

To be fair though, I did made mistakes but I swear to God you don't have to shout at a new driver.
Plus (I think some of my friends will know which pakcik I'm talking about) he had the most annoying
english accent. He's a malay by the way. At one point of time I almost wanted to say "sudah la cik, bebual melayu je".

You know how much I hated locals who are speaking with an accent. I've faced a lot of them dimwits back when I was a cafe server in the city & I am tempted to slap them with BLT sandwich every single time. BLT contains bacon what, sepak ngan bende haram baru puas hati.

Anyway, I did get him again the second time round. I was back for vengeance when I got to know I was in his slot. I put my terrorist face on and even though I'm not proud to say that I was being kinda rude to him throughout, he suddenly and weirdly enough turned into this nice uncle who fanned me with his cap when the aircon broke down. I didn't wanna ask him "who are you? what did you do to the old pakcik?" out of fear that he might second guessed his niceness & return back to being mean.

But that didn't stop me from being hostile to him though 'cause apparently the third time I was in his slot, I was 40 minutes late & didn't find it necessary to apologize or offer any explanation :-P. Oh well, as long as he stays nice. Hehehe.

Baby Johnson's (2)

No particular negative feedbacks for this other pakcik though. Just that whenever I met him, he'll have this default smell of bedak or powder. And I will never forget his words when my car almost collide with a lori najis.

"Ni kalau terlanggar hancur ni. Ade je test route baru pegi Lim Chu Kang"

Update: There's this other different pakcik, with exactly the same Baby Johnson's smell! Goodness.
This is what I imagined to have happened in the BBDC instructor's locker room

Pakcik #1: Eh man, man... Aku lupe bawak ubat ketiak ah. Kau ade deodorant tak? Pinjam siket nanti aku ade banyak prac lesson nak kene handle.
Pakcik #2: Nah la pakai ni je... absorbent lagi. Amek ni! *campak sebotol bedak Baby Johnson's kat Pakcik #1*

The Imbecile (1)

Saving the ultimate best for the last man... This guy could rank the top easily in "egoistic douchebag" driving instructor category (because he is going to be the only one there). Let me tell you, he began picking on me the moment I took over the steering wheel. It's a bad combination to start with, anyways. With me being cranky for not having enough sleep the night before, to him being what he's good at (a shithead) and to the parallel parking lesson that I have to continue because I didn't pass it the first time round.

First off, I don't know why he have to be all defensive and keep saying that he's there to teach & if I don't want to listen to him, that's my problem. He said that at the start of the lesson.

I don't know about other people but when somebody said something like that to me, I get fired up.

Secondly, he likes to judge & nag dog's poo-urine smoothie out of his mouth. He asked me to explain to him what I know about parallel parking & it is really a tough thing to work your brains out for answers when you are already almost braindead. So I was telling him what I know in the most relaxed manner without explaining extensively and he was again all up in my face repeating how it is my problem if I don't want to listen to him and that I don't care about learning at all because the way I speak is almost like I don't give a shit.

Pantang siol kalau orang fikiran gitu kat aku. The last thing I want to be thought as is another kid who just uses her parents' money to get to places. I've been using my own goddamn earned money and it burns when he accused me of not caring.
Can you tell how huge this guy's issue is? If I were to place him in Tyra Banks Show for an hour, he'll get all defensive & shit for 45 minutes but will cry like a goddamn baby for the last quarter hour when Tyra finally get to break the walls he built around himself. Nasty people always have a deeper issue, always!

And the funny thing is,at one point of time I actually argued with him for...it must've been 5 minutes. He die-die don't want to lose out and pretend like he's always right.

And thirdly, he like to ask redundant question.

Turd: Ok what is the purpose of the side mirrors?
Me: It acts as a guide?
Turd: What is the purpose of side mirrors? (so obviously the least he could say was whether my answer is right or wrong but he chose to repeat his damn question again -.-)
Me: It....acts...as...a....guide.
Turd: *growing impatient* Ok, let me ask you. Sudu tu untuk ape? (translation: what is the purpose of a spoon. Aha! You must have already realized why the post title is about spoon aye?!!)
Me: Huh?! Sudu tu untuk scoop makanan lah?!!? (I failed to recognize the relatability of side mirrors and spoon apparently, or maybe he's just stupid? I, as a humble peasant, chose the latter thank you very much.)
Turd: Sudu tu untuk ape??
Me: Suap makan.
Turd: Untuk ape tu sudu?
Me: Masukkan makanan kat dalam mulut (at a point where I don't care, as long as he keep asking me this ridiculous question, Imma give him ridiculous answers)

Turd realized that his tactics & dumb questions don't work, so dear egoistic douche begin to turn the table on me.

Turd: I think I need to ask you in english lah, since most of you don't even understand malay right nowadays...
Me: -__________________- Oh it's okay I understood the malay language just perfect.

So apparently I forgot what actually happened next but I can assure you that Turd didn't tell me exactly what is the purpose of a spoon.

I still need to go for revisions so I can't say if this will be the last time I'll face a walking faeces. But if I do, I'll dedicate another post long and big enough to fit his fatass ego in.

We Specsies Got the Better End of the Stick Because...

2011-10-16T16:59:00.000+08:00

we can just remove the magic lenses that is hovering on top of our eyes to get the most amazing BOKEH EFFECT!

Hooray for Humanity

(& it's increasing partially-blind population)!

How to make a birthday scrapbook on a dollar budget

2011-10-03T17:26:00.001+08:00

I am Miss Kin for a reason, k. Hahaha.

So I prefer to produce things with scraps I can find at home rather than buy posh-looking thang that could blow my bank in one go. Plus making do with whatever I have and successfully pulling it off makes you feel like einstein for 3 seconds.

Ok! One of my closest buddies turned 20 the other day so I thought I made her a

birthday scrapbook.

Birthday scrapbooks are just a one-piece huge card that doesn't have a front page. Definitely much more refreshing & easier to do than regular cards because all it takes are cutting, pasting and decorating.

SO! If you take a look at your wallet and only see a sad dollar in your purse compartment, you probably have more than enough to do something like this for a friend,father, mother, brother, sister,grandparent or if you're a sort of a self-absorbed person, then it's fair to say you can do it for yourself.

I went to Popular bookstore the other day and it have the most amazing looking papers. But the price are insane!!! I always hate it that art have to be so expensive.

So I thought I break the rules a little bit and uh...eheheh, print my own coloured papers :x

Before you start anything, you gotta do some prep. Ever wondered why the cooking on television appears easier to do than in real life? That's because their onions are already prepped (cleaned and diced) and just require them to throw it in the hot pan. Kalau la aku ni hidup dalam cooking show...fuh. Masukkan daging beku dalam oven, kluar jek jadi rendang!

What you need

A thick square board. As you can obviously see, I've sacrificed my
sec 4 art prepwork book for this. I don't know why I coloured the board
with oil pastel. It's a wrong move la k, you can just leave it like that.
Buat jari kotor jek.

A slightly thicker-than-normal coloured paper (from my FYP project)
to either use the white part to print photos on or the silver part as a cover-up
(will explain about cover-up later)

And the stickers, the only thing I spend my dollar on.
Make sure you buy those puffy ones and not cheap looking
MIC brands. Can buy this at almost any shop in yer neighbourhood.

My printed papers and photo. HEHEHE. As well as a template (far right)
that you can download at http://www.scrapbooksETC.com

I know the colours are kinda fading. My printer is runnin' outta ink!
MUAHAHAA! Oh wells, at least it'll give me that pastel look.

Of course, when printing are required, you need a printer and
accompaniment from a laptop. The waterfall desktop b/g allows you
to be calm & collected while handling a problematic printer.
If that isn't enough, put a rosary beads or tasbih on the left hand side of
your laptop to help anger issues.

You need these as well. Very important. The wires are for the balloon
strings. If you don't have it, a thick thread is perfect too.

My favourite and well-used oil pastels. Tried to use it and it don't work.
So just replace it with colour pencils ok?

This is how you do it. It's important to play with contrast (the blackwhite flowery patterned paper to the plain blue of the template) while NOT overdoing it. If you have too much patterns here and there everywhere, it'll look cluttered and cheap. Say you don't know anything about contrast, you can google for scrapbook references and try to take some hints from the examples. As a matter of fact, I "borrowed" the balloon idea from the internet 'cause I think it was brilliant.

Paste the lucky birthday girl's portrait picture :)

Instead of balloons, you can cut up these patterned papers into frames for the little boxes in the , a four-tired cake or simply cut up some heart shapes. Pretty much up to you to decide what you wanna do with it.

Before gluing it onto the paper, rearrange it first.

After pasting, you can add small deets like colouring patterns on the template and time to paste that bloody stickers on! As always, don't overdo the stickers.

The birthday girl's name. You can opt for big quirky letter stickers for this one.

Put everything together, sprinkle some emotional messages and DONE.

What is the purpose of a spoon? (Part 1)

2011-10-01T15:10:00.000+08:00

Well, my driving has almost come to an end.
Two plus years ago, I managed to go for two practicals from this same uncle (let's just call him........hmmmm.......Uncle) and he is the most sweetest uncle ever. He is the one who advised me to come back after I'm more ready, both financially and time-wise.
Back then I was an eager 18 year old, whose dying to drive, was schooling full-time and holding a job part-time; trynna make do with my own hard-earned money.
So now with school outta my way, I'm back to BBDC to finish what I started. When I re-enrolled, I thought it's gonna be a breeze cause y'know, I thought I'm such a BBDC otai or something. Yes, sometimes I am that carried away. But sayang seribu kali sayang, the new system, books, and most importantly new batch of instructors turned me into a nervewreck again.

That driving school seemed to be taking in more malays this time. Once I asked an Indian Muslim uncle about this and his reply was,"This place racist what. If they see you malay, they put you in malay group." But thanks to my last minute bookings, I get to meet alot of different characters.

And this post Imma share with you the types of instructors that I have to deal with for 100 minutes per session.

The flirts
Amazingly enough, all of these "flirting" was made by our malay abangs themselves. When I'm talking about abangs, I meant the 28 and above type of abangs. "And above" means an age where it could possibly be called pedophilia.

Ok. I once read a very old status by a dear friend of mine (a male driver) saying girls could pass better because of this thing called "flirting". At that time my reaction to that was like...pssshhhh! He must be jealous cause he can't flirt with a male instructor as an advantage to pass TP himself. I mean, I don't even think such things exists. Even if I was a TP testing a very hot female learner driver, I woudn't pass her if her driving has glitches. Driving involves lives sia. But of course I wouldn't know how testosterones are. I don't own a dick.

The first time I experienced such instructor, I was like "wow he's really friendly". Then it goes to "is he flirting or just over-friendly?" to "okay I think this is definitely not friend-zone".

I am born into a family of all-girl siblings. I don't have a brother and wished for one since I was young. I do have this weird tendency to treat an older or younger guy as my brother, who I can joke crudely, play sports or do silly things with. So you can say I am very naive when it comes to guys.

That instructor happened to be kind of a funny guy, it struck a cord in me that he's brotherly material, (*plus he was kinda good-looking. Nasib baik die 28... setahun lebih tua dari future abang ipar aku. Kekekeke!) so I was subconsciously treating him like one. I was having fun and talking to him like we've been family for ages (that's how I got to know his age, his family background and even his favourite song -.-). But I'm not bragging or anything, I am well aware that he used flirting as an icebreaker but he is definitely more than over-friendly. Another instructor tried to pull some flirting as icebreaker as well, but it didn't work because that I was having one of those low-self-esteem days where I was a complete nerwreck. He got nervous too because I was so nervous that I accidentally grabbed his knee instead of the gear stick.

*Okay don't slam me because I was biased based on looks. Real talk here, for girls...who would you choose?

Guy A. A for Adam Lambert. MUAHAHA!!!

Guy B. B for Bogeh! MUAHAHA!!!

If you ask me, I'll choose guy B. He looks like a guy full of spirits & a free soul plus, he's not gay to

begin with. Girls crushing on gay guys is like hoping for walls with mouths (I know, I'm referring to myself T.T)

For guys, who would you rather welcome flirtations from?

Lady B. A lil Blehhhh.

Lady A. Hot ay??

If I am born a guy, I would choose Lady B. Why? Lady B has an amazing voice and a really sweet person. As for Lady A, she's used to be a male. You can google for Kim Petras. But hey, up to you guys, Kim Petras is so adorable for a transverstite. I hope she finds her true love soon. Kudos Kim Petras!

BACK TO WHERE WE WERE...

And the typical malay pick-up lines.
"oh ingatkan keluar dengan boyfriend nanti."
"then your boyfriend pon teacher jugak lah ni?"

and the most direct one ever,"single ke dah ade boyfriend?"
The answer slipped my tongue for that question (bodo kan) & guess what his respond was?
"wah macam gini ade chance!"

Well shit happens in my life & it happens alot. Apparently the instructor who asked me that direct question ~~was~~ is a pervert.

The Perv
Why did I say "IS" instead of "was"? The reason is that I got him as instructor twice. The latest one was just a recent incident. He must've been in his mid-thirties or something and a bulky guy. He looks okay at first but boy when he opened his mouth I was fooled! He was passing uncomfortable comments (I don't wanna share the nitty gritty here 'cause it's too disgusting) after I told him about my funny experience grabbing somebody's knee instead of the gear, I think. Instead of finding the humour of my story, he was like "you know... in my case, I think touching between instructor and students is okay lah". After he said that I felt like LL COOL J in Deep Blue Sea when he was trapped in a flooded submarine with a man-eating shark.

That's pretty damn well how I felt like.

From being chatty, I was reduced to nervous laughter. I didn't file a complain or anything as I thought, that's the last time I will see this perv. But as I come and go for my prac, I will always bump into Pervy. The second time I realized that he was my instructor again, I pulled a zombie face. The kind of face that says "talk to me and I'll kick your face out into the dirt with my left leg while doing 180 on a freeway". It did work because he didn't talk about anything besides giving me driving directions. But guess what? The mofo did it again. The thing that really pissed me is when he said in a visible whisper that he thought I'm in a bad mood 'cause "semalam tak dapat". Well one thing I know what he should get last night is to simply get killed. You know, die an insulting ego-burning death... like being killed by a half-paralyzed old lady or something.

I must've have bad omen everytime I stepped into that place 'cause it seems like I always get the instructors who I do not like one bit. Why did I say so? Because there's another instructor whom I seriously do not like but I have already been under his "wing" for the turd...I mean, THIRD time.

Story continues next time on another post.

Why do I always get the nuts...

Go Ga Ga Over...

2011-09-28T12:43:00.003+08:00

him.

yes, this guy.

HAHAHA!

just kidding dudes.

wait, he kinda looks like Aide Iskandar in a blonde wig.

Anyway, I'm blown away by Adam Lambert.

CELEBRATIONS

2011-09-27T13:48:00.001+08:00

Things have been whizzing by unbelievably fast & September does have it's glitches here & there but I cannot be thankful enough. I've slogged hard last month and thank God, I

carried on my duties still even after Ramadhan (besides my occasional foul language and mood, I've been behaving pretty well so far, swear! :-P).

My ultimate aim is of course, to treat every other month like Ramadhan till next fasting month

comes visiting me again.

It's a pain to see people just getting excited about praying only during fasting period.

But anyways, September also have been nothing but celebrations.

Hari Raya (of course),

I'm about 4-5 more practicals away from TP (loads of interesting things along the way but my

eyes are set on those license with my name on it),

& Mumma turned 51.

The backbone of this family. I doubt anyone could live without her presence.

And I believe that everyone should claim that their mumma is better than anybody else's mumma. & I don't care if that statement is contradicting! 'Cause mummas are an amazing bunch that even irony can't touch them.

A1 sized portrait, Medium Oil Pastel/Silver Marker

I hate to draw humans. Sumpah. Especially faces.

Drawing faces is in parallel comparison to an architect coming up with a blueprint.

My first sketch of my mum's face looks like somebody else's mum. It took me a second attempt and

loads of self-conversations to get mum's face right because I have to tell myself that her nose is how many lengths to her eyes, the lines on her face meets at what intersections etc.. it is seriously mind draining. One slight judgement of how wide her smile is could change her look. Come to think of it, the tip of her nose in the drawing above, should be slightly lower.The space between her upper lip & nose is not supposed to be that wide. Ok stop measuring. This could go on forever...

& I freaking love using OIL PASTELS as my medium now! It's like oil paint minus water, brushes and the trouble of cleaning up the mess. Just grab a sexy box of oil pastels and tell em, hey! Your fingertips are your brushes with oil pastels. I love it. Fell in love with it when I began teaching 7-8year olds how to colour with pastels for a brief period last time.

Had private family dinner, even Abah joins in. Which makes the event much more wonderful.

The above picture you've seen is a Diabetes Hotplate.

Celebration with future bro in-law's mum (whose birthday falls just after my
mum's) & his side of the family.

And finally, Aidilfitri has already

ended for most of us.

But I'm going to miss this the

most

Soul food!

And the other gatherings.

2011-09-11T00:24:00.001+08:00

It is so annoying when people keep asking you about/to do something that you honestly don't give a rat's ass about.

2011-09-07T02:51:00.000+08:00

GOING M.I.A FOR A BIT

7-Day Countdown

2011-08-22T04:10:00.001+08:00

Hell no! I mean, HELLO!

My friend just smsed me at 1 in the morning just now and he asked me

to pass his bangla phone 'cause dude is booking in tomorrow morning.

And can you imagine he suggested me to wait for him at lakeside?!

Madepakeh... After 10 pm, the area facing the back of my place is

a FORBIDDEN CITY. I will never walk around that area at night, especially on the night

when Hungry Ghost Fest is still going on. Well, unless you dare me and placed a bet

of maybe....hmm $2000. My BBDC account is running dry leh...

Anyway since it's weekends, Shila bought baking stuff and we baked my favourite!

Honey cornflakes!

Err by the way, after we baked the first batch the cornflakes are sort of still crumbly

so I poured in the honey, ikut suka hati ibubapak aku. In the end, the baked batch turns out

to be perfect while following batch after that (the one I poured more honey into)

were a little too...ehehe hard.

Now Shila is blaming me. I told her if it makes her happy she could say "cornflake ni keras pasal

Shikin nye salah" to every guest that comes to our house in the future. And I will never forget

the expression on her face. It's as if she got to smell the whiff of a gorgeous mermaid's fart;

totally blessed -_-

And yes butter cookies. I regret telling my sisters that this kuih, if you look from a

pervert's POV it will look like something else. Now they think I'm a pervert. A fasting

pervert -_________-

Fancy N*p cookie.

Last 7 days.

I wanted it to end with a bang but something else was banged instead.

Metal pipe in the toilet dropped on the potruding bone on the top of my left feet this

afternoon and it hurts like a baboon!! I can't perform my prayers properly. Terawih earlier

was a torture. Mase nak tahiyat awal aku nye duduk macam orang ade buasir sey. Tsk.

There might be a possibility that if it didn't get any better, I have to opt for

the sitting method of praying. And I was planning to spend last few Ramadhan praying at the

mosque. I'm beginning to doubt if I can do it or not. Sobs...

It's okay. At least in this photo, I looked hot.

Hahahahaha.. IF ONLY!

10-Day Countdown

2011-08-19T03:01:00.000+08:00

This month have been great.

Even though it gets a little tiring to keep up work, driving and constant prayers all

in one go, I've never felt better.

Driving's been good. Work has been fun, my prayers/terawih have been above average

(only missed 5 terawihs so far TEEHEEHEE) so it's been nothing but

amazing, amazing, amazing.

My mosque-hopping plan didn't go as planned. Hehe.

But yeah I've started to go for jemaah, ya know those held under the void decks, just today.

Perfect timing la. Swee swee start on the last 10 days of Ramadhan. The most important

10 days.

I remembered last time when I was still close to this friend of mine, we went Terawih at a mosque

together. Me, being a lil unfamiliar with the rules of jemaah prayers,

know that we are not supposed to be quicker than the imam. Well, it was during the sujud part (suppose to stand up after that) and I was saying the verses lah. Then out of habit, I raised my head to get ready to stand up.

But I was the only one to already got up because the IMAM haven't uttered "Allahuakbar" to stand up la sia! Everyone was still in sujud and I was like "oh shit" so I quickly sujud back again.

Paiseh already mah. Then I finally heard the command and rise back up again, this time with the others in the ladies prayer hall.

Apparently, my friend (who was on my right at that point of time) must've seen my mistake from the corner of her eyes while she's in sujud, because when we're all stood up straight after that I saw her vibrating like crazy. She couldn't hold back her laughter. And her vibrating felt like eternity sia.I closed my eyes so that I won't laugh as well. But my friend eh...waliaoway. I swear to God I feel like turning around at the other muslimah and shout that I do not know her at all.

That's my terawih experience that I will never ever forget.

Anyway I've started my longterm relief stint this time. Was bummed out to get the afternoon session

instead but thank god there's alot of malay teachers (including my sister, Shila -_-) there so I got to know where they usually do their solat. Work's been fun! But everytime I reached home I was so tired.

Even though afternoon session starts at 1200pm, my day starts at 5 am everyday (got driving lesson mah after sahur) and ends at around 10 when I'm about done with terawih.

But that's what so great about it; every single day was spent fruitfully.

My mind was set on getting my deeds straight. No single thoughts about Hari Raya at all, which is so refreshing. I honestly think the majority ways to celebrate Hari Raya was too greatly exaggerated.

First day puasa people already tweeting/updating status about Hari Raya .

Ape je lah diorang ni.

So please don't ask me what colour I'm buying for Eid.

Cause I couldn't care less if it's Perky Brown, Misty Grey or Baby Blue

(contact lens users should be familiar with these terms haha).

Saw this when I was playing the school's lappie at my sister's desk.

I was so close to eating that layer of paper, fabric and plasticine.

Invited Rina over and she saw this in one of the Social Studies book

Made in Janpan.

When I'm not Tweeting & On Twitter...

2011-08-05T14:44:00.001+08:00

I feel like this.

2011-08-04T03:53:00.009+08:00

Unquenchable thirst, moodswings, extra sensitive, sudden hyperactivity.

I'm detecting a couple of PMS symptoms here. I don't want any mess this month.

And it hasn't been a pleasant day for me as well today :-(

My night was definitely better. I've reached Surah Al-An'aam. Alhamdullilah!

I Hate Promotional Calls

2011-08-02T04:19:00.000+08:00

Don't you just hate calls from service centres calling you multiple times just waiting to shove their product in your ears once you answer them?

Yesterday Philip called my cellphone- okay, I don't really know him nor his name, I just called him Philip because by his accent I am pretty sure he is Philipino- like 40 times and when I finally answered he was asking for my dad. Yeah sureeeeee

I would totally understand his query if the call were to be made via home phone.

So I passed my phone to dad and left him deal with the guy alone (after staring at him for a moment since the view is kind of entertaining and amusing at the same time; dad talking on my cellphone of flowery lanyard and girly dangly things). After a while, he called me to pass the phone. Except that the call was not finished and he asked me to take the call from there because he don't understand english.

For the record, my father understood english pretty well. It is just that he likes to use that excuse whenever he is plain lazy to entertain offers from anybody.

So I took the call half-heartedly. Since I was fasting, I chose to be patient with the guy and let him finish what he have to say. Basically, he is trying to sell MIO TV subscription to me (or my Dad, whose already enjoying his TV show) at a discounted rate since we are oh-so valued customer of their. Perfect! Expressing gratitude to a loyal customer by asking us to buy more stuff from them so we could pay them more.
Oh singtel, you caring piece of darling shit, you!

The guy rant about how they are doing a lovely gesture to us and about other boring things that are as uninteresting as Harun Salim Bachik's toenail.

Harun Salim Bachik's toenails.

But I've made my mind, I'm not buying anything from the guy so I told him, "Sorry, but I don't think we need MIO TV installed. We are not interested".

Philip (and the rest of his counterparts) are a good actor because I can hear him turn his sympathetic voice on and goes, "Awh, but why madam? It is a really good offer, we are going to install it for you free that comes with blablablablablabla-that-you-still-need-to-pay-blablabla"

"Well, it's because we don't really need it."

"Why madam? What's the reason?"

"I just told you."

This went on back and forth for about a few minutes because Philip don't get it that my reason is plain I-Don't-Need-It. I almost told him that we are doing just fine with the free channels like Suria even though I think the replays of the new theme song is borderline punchababyseal-material.

I got really exasperated with the guy plus the fact that the epok-epok that I'm frying for break fast is going insanely black by the minute so I had to cut him off and said, "Look, I appreciate you calling for this offer but I am not interested, thank you. Thank you for taking the time explaining things to me but yet again, no thank you."

And poof! He finally shut up, ditch his sympathetic voice and in the most chirpy vocal he bids goodbye and hung up in less than 2 seconds.

I think I've figured out the magic code here. A long magic code that I should have uttered after the ultimatum of when Dad was passing the phone back to me.

It's "Look, I appreciate you calling for this offer but I am not interested, thank you. Thank you for taking the time explaining things to me but yet again, no thank you."

I hate promotional calls.

FAT TRIP

2011-08-02T01:46:00.002+08:00

Snuck a trip on the weekends before trooping through Ramadhan.

(If you're fasting and are reading this, get out of here! I apologize as

I personally don't mind looking at food while I fast, but some people obviously do.

I'm giving you ample time to exit this page now..........

*whistling*

Alright. You are now at a point of no return.

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

Actually, you still got time.

The red cross button ain't going anywhere, you know.

Fine.

Let the Fat Trip begin.)

I know, someone owe me a suckerpunch.

Two Big Reasons Why Amateur Piracy Ticks Me Off

2011-07-30T23:13:00.000+08:00

1. The quality and the subtitles are amazing.

2. Heads of people going to pee appearing on screen.

When My Ears Used To Ring

2011-07-30T16:24:00.000+08:00

Last time, when I was at the age where I get irritated by the moon following me

wherever I go, I used to think that if my ears starts ringing for no apparent reason,

it is actually a superpower sense I had warning me about some evil deeds that is

going on in the outside world.

Public menace like the ones below...

^ Pure evil...

I used to think that the ringing was sort of like my own version of

"SpideySense" and it was up to me to save the world.

Time to ditch my papers and crayons

and unleash my inner geeky powers.

But of course, these don't happen.

As I grow older...all these thoughts of me actually having a superpower

diminished. I'm just a regular girl who have ringing ears.

Happy Birthday Dad!

2011-07-30T01:14:00.001+08:00

Starting the post with my FEBRET picture! Nyahahahahahaha!

I love to prank this guy.

Sometimes when he asked me where I'm going,

I'll say that I'm going down to get my syabu supply from the local pusher.

And he's totally fine with it.

When I came home late, I'll say I just got back from drinking session.

He's used to it.

Sometimes, he'll offer me his cigarette as a joke and scold me when I really took one.

When I was a kid, I will wrestle him to the ground and everytime, I'll be the ref and I'll be the winner.

We duet old malay rock songs together on the karaoke back during Boon Lay days, and that's how I

fell in love with evergreen malay rock songs.

And last time, we don't call em ton but instead we have BBQ session; Dad will ask: "Amacam malam ni nak BBQ kape?" and I will know that it involves watching TV/CDs till the sun goes up with snacks and maybe on

lucky nights we will raid 24/7 kiosk to buy more snacks.

He used to fetch me all the way from the time when I was in Nursery at Masjid Asyakirin to the

earlier Primary School times. Always with his bicycle. I'll 'pilion' the bike till my ass is numb.

There's this one time we both fell because of one atok who never check his blindspot.

Hahaha..

And another time when he fetched me from Masjid and it rained halfway, and I was so pissed cause my

chewing gum fell out of my mouth into the road and instead of going home straight, he brought me to

this kedai kopi to meet his friends (I realized it was the coffeeshop near Hua Yi Sec).

So while he lepak and smoke with his buddies, I played around by myself with a pack of sweets he bought me with my tudung and Masjid uniform.

And when I get thirsty, I'll go to his table to chug down his can of redbull.

He always drank redbull. And I always wanted to share cause up till now, I think redbull taste

so effing awesome. He will always say,"budak kecik tak boleh minum banyak-banyak".

And that's how I end up liking redbull.

He cooks the best damn Maggie whenever he cooks. He's what I would call a typical malay rocker dad with his never-ending mullet hair. And even though he has not been the

greatest father, he is still my dad and I'm proud to call him one nonetheless.

So dad, since previously I've bought you a (really nice, that I would want to have if it weren't male-categorized) wallet, I brought you your favourite items for this year's birthday:

He laughed when I gave him this.

Then still got the cheek to request that I buy him Butterfly Brand next time.

Either That or None At All

2011-07-29T17:31:00.000+08:00

Few weeks back I wrote on Twitter that if I'm caught drinking sodas by anybody, they are allowed to punch me in my face. Mum bought a big bottle of icy cold coke yesterday and I didn't took a sip so, I'm still going strong on my pact! :->

And so, it's officially plain water, fresh juices from fresh fruits (and maybe as a caffeine-addict, a little coffee or tea here and there wouldn't hurt :P) or nothing at all.

Alright, going to get ready for dinner with my buds at our usual haunt, Teh Tarik. And straight to dedicate a blog post to my Dad after that! Hehe. It's his 51st birthday today.

And two more days to Ramadhan.The wait is killing me!!

Wide Awake

2011-07-26T04:27:00.008+08:00

Today was fun, except the fact that I took lots of doses of caffeine earlier but it only took it effects on me when I reached home, on my bed, ready to sleep. So basically now I don't know what to do besides being bored out of my skulls. And yes, realizing I have a hidden talent of stoning perfectly well like a pro.

So let me list my monday itinery. Went to car prac again today. Early as usual so after printing out my slip I went to 'makan angin' outside. Was busy listening to my Keane playlist when two dudes walked past. But the other one just stood infront of me. Thinking that maybe he might want to share earpiece and listen to Keane as well, I looked up to see what's his deal was. End up it was my cousin, adam. Been a while since I last saw him. Makin lama makin macam Will Smith aku tgk dektu. Sajak jugak lah, since sedare die pon *ahem* sekali pandang macam Beyonce...punye arm flabs. Well what to do, datuk Bengali. So I asked him about his mom's condition. Lepas tanye baru terfikir, yang masok hospital tu mak die or mak orang lain eh? *smack forehead* But it's nice to catch up with relatives whom I've lost touch with. They are all part of my family afterall.
After that, I saw Abang Pervert! Before I could turn away he was quick to spot me. So I give him the most fakest smile I've ever gave to any human being. Then over I went to car prac. It was a boring lesson but I had fun driving. It's so fun I feel like licking my elbow. Ok enough.

After licking my elbow, I mean...after car prac, head down to raffles hospital's psychiotherapy department to meet my old buddies there. One of my friend had to see a shrink due to her mental disorder. Hahaha.. Ok maybe we should all see one, looking at how serong our brains are. Then chill over donuts. Thought of sheesha with the MMA malays but both weren't free :-( so i just chilled with MMA chinese. Please don't say that I sound racist. They are really chinese.
Meanwhile received a call from Seri. She was around my area then. What was she doing around my neighbourhood? She wasn't there to stalk me. She was there to see her lover. And her lover is my neighbour. Not my direct neighbour apek who lives opposite my house, but further neighbour from another mother. While I'm at it, he's also my muslim brother. You feel me, fathermucker? Wow didn't know candid rapping could be so fun *yawn*.
Ok so...ate my first meal of the day at mcd. But I ate everything too fast so I end up with a puke feeling. Bloated, sleepy and exhausted, we head home just in time to catch last train with xl at outram.
Exit at lakeside after midnight and walked the long way home cause the shortcut it too effing creepy. But I cut through the spooky temple halfway anyway, since I was getting sleepy and just want to get home quick. Big mistake lah k. Should've walked the longer route next time, tired or not. Because after I crossed the street, I felt like I kicked something on the grass. Looked back but didn't see any branches. Then it dawned on me how quiet and dark the surrounding is. Seram punye pasal, all the way bace ayat kursi. Abeh bulu roma pon nak join sekaki meremang. Wahpiangeh. Jiran sebelah pulak malam ni tak buat 'night duty'. My right leg felt kinda funny for awhile but I think I was just being paranoid. Ni semua Pak Radin punye pasal. Masuk pintu kaki kanan, bagi salam tros masuk toilet, mandi ngan bag2 sekali (ceh takdelah) then solat. All the way masih seram sejuk. I swear I will not take the shortcut again after 10pm. I rather walk along the main road pass teh tarik coffeeshop.
Alright time check now is 4:25AM. I feel kinda sleepy already. Talking about my mundane day sure does help, eh.

P/S: I am well aware of my grammar mistakes and some weird malay-infused sentence structure in this post. Trust me, it's buggin me to the core as well. But this post is published via Bloggeroid so it is very leceh to edit. Or in other honest words, I couldn't be bothered. Goodnight!

Detox

2011-07-22T23:34:00.001+08:00

I'm hooked to this fruit recently. If the whole flesh was perfectly sweet, you can

get high, I'm tellin' ya.

Ramadhan is coming closer and closer and I'm so excited! I can't wait to pray with

other muslims at the mosque (the experience was so good, people who get to go there

often are so fortunate), I can't wait to have cozy dinner with my family, I can't wait to terawih

at night and get as many good deeds as I can. The possibilities are endless!

I've start preparing myself for the fasting duration by keeping to a strict plain water intake,

of course exercising regularly to keep my health going. I haven't been exercising for a very long

time since I've quit silat and the first step to "rehabilitation" was a pain. I was practically

panting like a buffalo amongst the cool-looking joggers. Talking about joggers, I bet most of them thought

I looked like a douchebag today, with all my beach shades and stuff (of course I removed them while

running) but my eyes look like a zombie today so lay off the negative remarks people! I'm doing

ya'll a favour by saving you a premature heart attack.

So yeah, everything is going smoothly. Even my toilet trips have been more profound. K

I don't have to go there... All in all, I have a feeling that it is going to be a very beautiful Ramadhan this

year. Ahhhh *petik gitar tepi tingkap*

Well, I haven't blogged about this overdue post but Rina & I baked brownies last Saturday.

We call it the Diabetes Cake because we throw all types of chocolates into the batter.

Hershey, Van Houten, Oreos.

We should probably sell it and put a warning tag at the side that reads:

"Makan lah kami! Gerenti mati"

joke ah

The ingredients and a carton of Peel Fresh for our own consumption.

Rina trying to be the female version of Chef Ramsay a.k.a Chef Ramsiah & me being Asmah Laili.

Tudung blum gosok so that's why Asmah tak cover kepale.

The result!

Life in Pictures Part 2

2011-07-12T00:07:00.129+08:00

Hey everyone! Mother just bought her own laptop yesterday (good riddance Bloggeroid) so now I could do a proper post!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEEEEHHHHHHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! But you will still see faeces-like quality pictures below coz all the high quality pictures are somewhere I couldn't be bothered to think about right now.

A poster in a toilet cubicle @ driving centre.
I feel like I'm pooping in a park al fresco style.

Anyway BBDC ade pakai tangkal ah I think. It's been two times where my I hit my first day menses while being in the building (sorry if following info is deemed to be too open, I personally don't fancy people telling about their bloody stories online because for me it's one of the topic that have TMI written all over it. It's like a guy telling the world how messy it is having wetdreams on countless morning- totally unnecessary)

I had a 2 year hiatus in midst of taking my license back then and when I renewed it not too long ago, I thought Imma be walkin in like gangstar and stuff cause I at least have a basic knowledge of how things run there.But man, how things have changed! So basically I'm back in my nerve-wreck status.

So time tu my sort of 'first' practical. Jalan masok BBDC dah ready sume, ngan serious mode on and all that shit. Last time my instructor was a chinese uncle, quite strict so I was somewhat expecting the same thing (once again, I've forgotten how much things have changed). Anyway dulu pon instructor die sume kalau tak chinese uncle, pakcik melayu. Kalau tak pakcik melayu, pakcik india. And the vicious cycle goes on.
Sekali check2, my instructor for the day was this malay guy.Alamak.... I knew right there and then I can just throw my "serious practical vision"in the thrash. Melayu kalau ngan melayu mane bleh put in serious situation sak. Confirm main2 punye. Memang pon! And I think we had too much laugh, it's just inapropriate. Anyway he reminded me of my bro so much. gosh I wonder how is he doing.

And after getting several other instructors (since I didn't apply for a fixed instructor) I got to know that they allocated student groups to practical instructors based on their race. Hmm no comments on that.

By the way! Attempted peach cobbler the other day and it was a failure. Complete failure. I enjoyed eating all the peaches though.

And this is when I was locked inside my house while Shila was locked outside. Our padlock totally died and Shila, being a 'clever genius', twisted the key inside the lock with a PLIER. Till it broke into half. So we had no choice, or I had no choice but to saw through a freaking thick steel. I've never felt like a robber in my own home before

Unf... I feel like having Dalca again. I think this dish has placed a spot
in my top 5 favourite food.

Last but not least, while cleaning the house out, we discovered this ancient creation.
TAPES! Let's see what did we record back in the old days...

1. A P.Ramlee tape
2. "Deep Impact"
3. "Anugerah Era" (zaman bile ni)
4. "Home Alone 2"
5."Sitkom Senario" (HUGE senario fans, we are)
6. Some unclear title
7. " Senario the Movie"
8. "Mrs Dougtfire'" (yes, that's a typo. Kecik-kecik mane tau spelling)
9. "Back to the Future"(I still love this movie & their sequels. Just genius)
10. "Labu Labi" (great fans of P.Ramlee as well.Who isn't?!)
11. "~~Do Re Mi~~ Tragedi Oktober" (Looks like Awie owns)
12. "Nasib Do Re Mi" (P. Ramlee FTW)
13. "Disebalik Tabir: Lagi-lagi Senario"
14. Another unclear title

When me and my two elder sisters were kids, and our parents are both working night shifts, we would take these tapes & play them as dominoes.

Alright that's it. Bye!

Bad News

2011-07-09T07:30:00.001+08:00

Yesterday I received a bad news; I'm not going to get the art teaching position that I really hoping for because they have a new teacher available to sort it out. It's kinda disappointing that I have to get the news only after I send out a reconfirm message. Plus the position is very beneficial for me. I already had my plan set out for this but as we all know, we as human can only plan ahead but the rest is up to the almighty. Obviously my personal plan didn't go the way I had wanted it to.

But my faith in Him is still strong as steel. He knows best and with me having had my fair share of crap dealt with, I'm very positive that everything happen for a (better) reason. On the bright side, I'm made to work for it and InsyaAllah it'll pay off.
At the time being, while I go scour for a job I am preparing myself as well to greet the upcoming holiest month of all once again. I'm stoked!!

A reason that makes my day worth it

2011-07-04T00:38:00.001+08:00

I think what makes me beam, at the end of the day, is the thought about how much my grandma is smiling today. She is having such a good time and I can't even tell you how amazing it feels. My day is complete because of this. I love you, grandma.

Inspire

2011-06-30T19:12:00.001+08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knakD-jM8p0&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Snippet of my life- In Pictures

2011-06-26T11:20:00.005+08:00

Thought I'll take a break from Words a lil bit and let the Pictures do the talking while Images brew some tea in the kitchen for you and me.

Pictures, let'er rip!!

Attempted a rocher rose a few days back. Tried another one
with kinderjoy's silver wrapping but it ended up looking like
a used rolled up tissue used for digging infant's nose or something.
Well, atleast this one looks like berus jamban. A posh glistening
golden toilet brush.

One of my favourite drinks selling at 1.35 for two. One of the
bottles even come with a free black stick potruding from it's glass
exterior. Chic! K no, that was some dude's leg queuing up right
in front of me.

Only in Malaysia can a cake brand be so provocative.

A bird's eye view of an interesting flight of stairs taken at
Chinatown.

Of course they are not.

They are...

...a really brutal crime screne.

Been going to the BBDC lately to catch up on my driving.
There I was minutes before retaking my FTE.

Then off I am to apply for a P0G0 stick. Just kidding. Unfortunately,
the wait for number P090 is a waste of time because I forgot that my
sister has my IC and I was sorry that I didn't bring my passport to
whereever I go. Even if it's just to Bukit Batok which is less than 30 mins
bus ride from my house. These words are powdered and buttered with huge
doses of sarcasm.

And as usual, this is Mira. Hungry and ravaging to the edge of
insanity trying to look for food. Was about to break it to her
that she's looking at the wrong place,though...

Gog and Magog

2011-06-24T11:00:00.003+08:00

This is a religious post. I hope my muslim friends out there will read this from start to finish (please) and for non-muslims as well. These are not mindless rants of ideology to shove down your throat, but nobody can deny facts and modern technology now allows us to do our own research so, no harm in trying to keep an open mind.

I gotta tell ya, I haven’t been using this netbook or any laptop device for (in my personal record) the longest time and to be typing away right now feels just incredible. No massive-fingers-on-phone-device issue to be reckoned with.

Unfortunately, this post requires a laptop ‘cause I need to share videos and stuff. I’m not going to let the constant lag and hang-ups bother me today so here we go.

The post title up there does sound intriguingly weird and when I first heard it I was like, ‘did they just pick up a few random sound from a lucky draw basket?’ Ignorant jokes aside, these names have indeed been discussed in the Holy Quran (known also as Ya’juj Wa Ma’juj) and of course they appear in biblical references. I’m just not informed enough to know about this, clearly. And I'm being far off than a basic novice in trying to read up the contents of the amazing holy book .

Last time I remember getting myself so bugged out of curiosity whenever the news show war imagery of Iraq or Palestine. Because I’ve been seeing them all my life yet I knew nothing about it! Back in the corner of my mind I knew something enormous is on the line. And yes it definitely is.
Most people are aware of judgement day and one of the prominent signs that tell you that day is approaching is the forthcoming of Dajjal or as Christians know it, the antichrist (which of course has a link to the undying war the Arabic country have). It is also stated that after the appearance of Dajjal as well as Nabi Isa, another event will take place whereby Gog and Magog will also appear. They are an ancient primitive civilization that the great zulkarnain has “locked” away from any contact with human form by a wall built between two mountains, where they are originally discovered. They are destructive in their behaviour, that’s why they are quarantined if you’re wondering.
These well-researched videos explained more about them well. These vids, surprisingly, are also made by the same organization that came out with The Arrivals, a documentary about freemasonry. It is really an interesting and liberating watch.

I really love to watch videos on Islam and things like religious lectures because the more I watched (but always can’t seem to find enough so if you know of any great videos please share it with me), the more I am more aware of the things that has been going on.

The Jerusalem-Israeli-Palestine topic I took on researching in IS Class back in Polytechnic days, the illuminati/freemasons buzz and New World Order rumours I’ve been hearing…The modern world and old religions do link up in the end.

There’s so much bigger things that are happening out of our sight in the background as most of us are busy slaying off our civilian bones working or minding our own little business at the foreground. We are just kept in the dark all the while and being shielded from the real deal.

Yeah it is pretty chilling and as things started to slowly make sense, the truth sounds more absurd than lies.

Coming up next...

2011-06-24T08:40:00.001+08:00

Hey guys... Or to whoever who don't even read this blog, after quite sometime of blogging in twit-sized pieces (cause twitter felt so invasive all of a sudden and I've kinda stopped using it a lot) I now have at least started to have a little somethin2 up my sleeves to update.

Initially I wanted to post something else here but thank all be to GOD I have even better things to write about FIRST!

But before all of that, I need to get an immediate shower..most important. I haven't slept all night and I feel like filth. My face alone can threat the Saudi Arabian oil industry. Or worse, if I'm in a Dettol soap advert, I'm probably the red dot that's always left behind after the 'green halo' treatment. Seriously I feel dirty rich...of germs. Catchalata

3 activities I will definitely do one of these days

2011-06-22T23:02:00.001+08:00

1. Trekking
2. Museum sightseeing
3. Shitting my arse off..which I am about to do right now.

Too upset

2011-06-19T09:38:00.002+08:00

blogging from my cellie part 2

2011-06-02T08:34:00.000+08:00

Macbook rental came it's due and now I'm back to lil old untechnological square one.

5 things that I really want to do once in my life but are just doggone impossible

2011-05-30T00:11:00.001+08:00

#1 Play the drums

#2 Skydive

#3 Buy a cheap beat-up car and paint psychedelic shit on it as I like

#4 Sleep on the rooftop (I guess this is a lil wishful thinking; especially after the water tank case)

#5 Live with the apes. Haha just kidding. I'm already living like one..

GRADUATION

2011-05-25T02:18:00.001+08:00

School of InfoComm Technology, Multimedia & Animation Class of 2011

First and foremost, Alhamdullilah and thank you Allah for allowing me such great opportunity to come this far. I'm very much grateful of every single thing and no regrets at all.

Graduate today with an average Jane GPA, leaving with a few pieces of expensive printed papers that will soon make or break me.
Something in me just doesn't want this to be the last graduation I had. Last time I was contemplating whether to continue my studies after this but now I'm pretty sure what my decision is. I wasn't quite satisfied settling down with just a Diploma.

Anyways, the ceremony was okay. At least Haiqal was seated next to me to laugh my ass off with. I seriously can't keep a straight face on stage because I kept thinking about him wanting to fart so bad (out of nerves) and his mum's petua of putting a coin in the bellybutton as well as reading the selawat to ward off the farts. Hahahahahahahaha!! Does it really work? I didn't know of this petua before but it was darn cute I was cracking up hell.

And yes! My mum and lil sis were there! Wished it would've been my dad instead but oh wells, lil sis looks like dad alot so she'll pass.. Whatever. LOL!

Mum & I at the reception

Not too many pictures taken. Apparently fate has chosen a perfect timing for my sister to sell off her pretty-darn-good Canon and I'm left with Fujifilm (if I get the brand name right...)
And then circumstances has it that the camera end up with me cause I had to buy the battery and stuff. Things were kinda last minute. So in the end I was in everybody else's camera. Haha

Ok I'm out. So many things on my checklist and my anti-social mood is becoming more and more of a reclusive behavious. Bad,bad...

And by the way, this is really embarrassing but...
all those walks in heels are making my feet go through a slow death. I kicked my own feet while trying to put on my lil sis' rollerblade and it broke my blisters. I was grunting in pain like a wild boar just now and my house is a serious tragedy man. No band aid, tissues or even facial fucking cottonpad. Everything's sold out. So! I had to go as far as using a pantyliner to cover my damn blisters! So yes, I have bits of panty liners on my......feet. <--------- #wtf moment right here

PUT IT BEHIND YOU

2011-05-24T23:31:00.027+08:00

This song is dedicated to my homegirl, you know who you are. This song is actually written by a friend to his other friend, another bandmate, when when he broke up with his girlfriend (if you get what I'm trying to say here) and I think the lyrics really speaks for itself. I changed the "her" to a "he" for ya, buddy ;-)

Hope you cheer up! Click this link for a listen

Times goes by at such a pace
It's funny how it's easy to forget his face
You hide the cracks, the facts will find you
Turn your back and leave the lonely days behind you now

You better put it behind you now
You better put it behind you now
Too much to hold on, hold on to
You better put it behind you now

All the things you took for granted
Hit you like a bullet in the gut
You can't get up
Well are you gonna even try?
Cos if you never even try
Time will pass you by

You better put it behind you now
You better put it behind you now
Too much to hold on, hold on to (Hold on, hold on to)
You better put it behind you now
You better put it behind you now
Too much to hold on, to hold on to (Hold on, hold on to)
You better do what's best for you

Don't care what he said and (Better put it behind you now, better put it behind you now)
Only in your head (Hold on, hold on to)
Time will help you out (Better put it behind you now, you better put it behind you now)
Still you don't see how (Hold on, hold on to)

You better put it behind you now
You better put it behind you now
Too much to hold on, to hold on to
You better do what's best for you

R&R

2011-05-22T04:05:00.002+08:00

Splendid and amazing time spent! Supposedly called today a "Rest & Recuperate" day but nothing we did involve any of those. I decide to call it that because we are close to NATURE! Nature is niche enough for that title, I guess. And oh, simpler things in life too.

A girl named Ayu was supposed to join us but she's too sick to come. Even so, we stuck to the plan. (Mehhh...who needs her anyway? Hahahaha just kidding lah!! Be sure to recover quick.. we gotta try renting the family-sized jumbo bicycle that looks like a tuk tuk next time. It's the coolest piece of shit )

So there we are....

TWO FRIENDS!!

with...

2 UGLY,AND NOT TO MENTION, HUMONGOUS UNCLE BICYCLES!! (could be worse; rental dude asked us if we wanna have baskets attached)

on a....

REALLY PERFECT WEATHER!!

O.o

But need to top-up minyak first.

I mean, our "minyak"...

Now we are set to go

Simple and very enjoyable. Everytime I'm with this girl, it'll be bloopers every single time. I've lost count on the jokes and honestly, I can't really remember what we laughed about today (very very sleepy now) except the Nissan Paint & Maxi-Cash joke.

And I've caught the newest Pirates of the Caribbean and it was great!! I just don't fancy the 3D elements of it. I had to buy the 3D ticket; it's had better seats. Those who don't enjoy it have probably not seen the trilogy or don't understand the dialogues (behind those very thick accent) or both.

Nurul lost on pair of her slipper throughout the movie. Hahahaha!! In the end we found it on the floor around six seats away from where we are sitting. Somebody must've kicked it away while walking down our seat aisle. LOL! So moral of this story: Do not remove your footwear in movie theatre.

And after like 14 years, I've re-pierced my ears back. I got this weird phobia of ear piercing after some really ridiculous traumatising events in the past.

People should really watch it when they say it doesn't hurt man. Well I got bitten by ants before (the real ones, not metaphoric insects) and let me tell you, it's pretty painful, thank you!

Ear piercing sucks. Either that or I'm a wimpy ass with a weird phobia.

I had this painful lump on my earlobe (which makes me even more a wimp of piercing) and I'm so terrified that she'll pierce through that, so I told her about it but she ignored me and just shoot. Was too nervous to even be angry; I feel so violated! Anyways drama aside, she then started packing the piercing kit and I was like,"Eh, then what about my other ear?" And everybody was laughing. So shiteous.

Being the trooper that I am (please do not roll your eyes), I decide to be very aware of the pain during piercing. Honestly, it wasn't that bad...until 5 seconds later. At least when I did pierced my eyebrow before, it only feels like having a needle rammed up your skin for a few seconds. It sounds very ironic but you'll understand it if you have a very specific fear.

And now, I don't even have the guts to remove the earrings. Thank god I don't have to think about it for at least another 12 days.

*GULP*

Updating from My Cellie

2011-05-19T17:48:00.000+08:00

My first post via phone 3G and everything. It's kinda annoying. Like texting a long message to a person who will never ever never ever ever reply. But just gonna give it a try anyways. Well here goes...
I'm in the most amazing anti-social mood ever for the past few weeks. Considering that I am never known as a social butterfly in the first place, this is pretty bad. LOL
So...what has been up recently? Hmmmmm. Not such a good day today. Something is definitely bothering me but I just can't put a finger on it.
Okay will be back here again once I actually have something blog-worthy.
Bye!!

Say no to stalking Banglas

2011-05-15T02:23:00.001+08:00

Didn't listen to MJ12 recently (malu gile liao nak dengar sorang-sorang) so my mum updated me on some stories she heard on the show.
It's about a cabdriver who saw this lady walking barefooted on a sidewalk with her head down. The weird thing is, he could still contemplates whether to pick the lady up 'cause he thought that maybe she's out of cash or something to go home late at night.
When my mum told me this I was like, if this dood saw a pontianak hanging out near a tree he probably thinks some lady is trynna go for suicide and help Lady Pontianak down. Much to her rage later on, most definitely.

Which brings me to my sister, who so far faced two incidence whereby she was followed by some redundant Banglas. I remembered telling her next time she walked home alone from her work, she should walk like those auntie kengkang.

A kengkang a day, keeps Abang Lah away.

This advice is valid for taken ladies that have unwanted disturbance je. For single females, please don't. Who knows your contact lens might be a little dry that day and the guy you thought was a bangla was apparently a potential bf-material wearing banglaesque clothes to a self-declared halloween party?

Wait...maybe that's why I'm single. Shit......

HOT HOT HEAT

2011-05-10T01:31:00.019+08:00

A lot heat have been happening during the days when I was off blogger.com. The big hoohaa elections (I'll comment more once I reach the right age to vote), Mother's Day, Mother's Mother's Day, my almost-happened plan of getting my ears pierced and my new hot obsession with KEANE!!!!!!

*plugged in to KEANE's songs while typing away*

Ok fine, more to like being obsessed with Tom Chaplin (the 2nd dood from the left)

I don't easily succumb to sensationalized shat like what they are playing on the radio nowadays. Most music now are just noises. But Keane's stuff are really amazing and Tom Chaplin have a really great range of voice. And they are one of the few musicians who sang better live than on record. I'm just looking forward to their next album which will be released late this year. ^^ Yay! But my favourite one would still be from 2004's "Hopes and Fears". If they come to Singapore, I'll go to their concert (and you too again, Green Day)!

And one more heat nobody could handle is the humidity level. The F word have tripled up in amount used to describe the weather. And you know what, I can't blame yall about this even though at one point when everybody keep saying about the same thing, it gets anno-fucking-ying (like how they keep running their mouth about the elections on twitter. Here's to you: HASHTAG-STFU).

I can't stand the weather either. Just last 5 days or so, I was scrambling to keep my legs warm while I was sleeping & now situation has flipped 180 degrees. I'm not one of the lucky few to own any air-conditioner so when it's time to sleep, IT WAS HELL. Everybody in my family was like having their own personal fan fixed on them the whole night. But it doesnt work cause either

1. the fan feels like it's blowing fires

RAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

2. or the human skin suddenly decides to transform into part-latex (just to, y'know, add more misery to it's owner for the fun of it)

To people who's been saying the end of the world is coming, don't worry. That thought have been in Dinosaur's pea brain since 230 million years ago. So HASHTAG-STFU.

Last two days I shouted in a half-asleep state at my sister cause she figured that it would be "PERFECT" to hair-dry her hair backfacing me while I was sleeping, blowing all the fucking hot air in my direction. This morning, my second sister did the same but I was too sleepy to care about being melted alive. If I wasn't in the mercy of my sleepiness and so helpless being held down by my pillows, I would've attempted to kick their follicles into an afro. I hope the weather cools down soon.

TRANSLATION: "Sweet lady, would it be a hassle for thee to do thy affairs in another lifetime? Pardon me for feeling quite abit sticky, thank you. *TENDANG* Eh, kenape tak boleh gera-...ZzzZZzz"

Anyway, I will definitely pierce both ears back again. Those earrings tempt me like a child with candy.

And I guess it's about time I get over my weird fear, plus I kept wondering why the fake ones either have to be buttugly or looks like it used to belong in a barbie set.

As you know I haven't been wearing any earring for approximately 14 years or so due to some unfortunate incidents (if you do see me donning any earrings recently, they are probably stickers).

When I was a kid, my mum ripped one earring off my ear while drying me up with a towel after my shower. Talk about child abuse. Just kidding. Haha

In another re-piercing incident, the piercing tool actually got stuck on my ear for a few painful minutes! The guy already warned me not to jerk but I did (startled my ass off when he "shot" me) and then suddenly these crowd gathered outside the shop to see what's the hassle. I cried, just to add bonus drama for the nosy people peering through the glass. No, not really.

Anyway both incident was enough to turn me into a earpiercingphobic. Even looking at people poking their earrings in make me turn squeamish. One of my friend used to have trouble poking in her earrings and end up bleeding. Yeck! You know who you are. Only God knows why he put me up with crazy people like my friends. Haha, yeah I know I went for eyebrow piercing once but that was different.

My small ears are delicate.

Okay I think I should #STFU.

Hey there mangkok

2011-05-05T00:04:00.000+08:00

As I'm typing this, tears of boredom are dramatically rolling down my cheeks...going straight for the neck. And after awhile it gets very very uncomfortable and ticklish so that will be the cue time for me to wipe it off.

I started to pause on the keyboard for awhile, thinking of what to write next. Apparently what caught my attention is the itch coming from big mosquito bites on my foot, apparently bitten by an acrophobic pest because most of the time they only attack my feet and nothing else. And they make scratching another whole new level of difficulty because scratching your sole feet is like tickling yourself forcefully. But you can't afford to do anything else besides that due to the fact that the bump is begging you to. Having an itch on the feet is a torture all by itself.

So screw you mosquitoes.

Long Weekend :)

2011-05-02T05:06:00.004+08:00

Now you know where I get inspiration from for the pic taken on the right>>

I spent the long weekends the way I've always liked it.

Laidback, food, family, close friend.

The only thing missing is a hammock, good book and glass of ice cold ribena.

And this upcoming info has nothing to do with my hammock get-up but I'm going to officially graduate as a diploma holder on 24th May with the rest of my friends. And then it's adult life (or maybe not so, for me. Teehee). Let's all pelt some rotten eggs at that previous sentence. BOO!

Man!!! Is it quick or is it quick? I know right, it IS quick!

Substitute

2011-04-25T20:18:00.001+08:00

I thought when I took up relief teaching I would have lots of interesting things to share.
But beside the usual bodek of "cher, I like your hair", my half-hearted reply of "yeah I like yours too", and "cher you malay ah?" and my "no Imma nigga" and shooting back rude remarks with equally sarcastic comment that will put them into place (it's like playing a word game sia. Tired you know my brain trying to think fast on my feet!

anarchist student: "Eleh cikgu ni, cermin mate dah lah besar"
me: "and you better keep that big mouth of yours closed"

or

sweaty uncomfortable noisy student: "Wah teacher you only want the fan to yourself ah"
me: "maybe if you stop talking you'll not perspire that much")

everything else was a little bleagrh here and a little blah there.
Mostly I'm shoved into the technical classes. I swear the first few minutes I stepped into the class, they are DEVILS. But as always after I got to know them a little better and chat with them, asked them about their soccer and which ITE they planning to go to, they are actually great people. And funny as well. Just that their voicebox is tweaked to the maximum volume and they have really wth-type-of-teachers.
Imagine 3T2's math teacher is Mr Suen?! That poor old guy can barely even speak.

& the nyonya in the office who makes a big deal out of everything is irritating the hell outta my soul. Last Tues I wrote the wrong month for the date and she acts as if a flamingo has escaped from Jurong Bird Park. Cis! And then it doesn't help when I made a lame cover-up that "March is my favourite month".

And today....

Auntie: "Write blablablabla....."
*I accidentally wrote a little blunder*
Auntie: "Eh! Write properly!!! Must listen to me properly!!! YakyakyakI'msodumbidon'tknowliquidpaperexistyakyakyak!"
Me: "Oke2! Don't need to stress what!"

Inevitably of course, some of them kids confirm ask if the teacher have facebook account. One time while substituting a computer lab class, a chinese boy ask me what's my FB name. I told him my FB name is "Miss Nora". That boy still can go and search sia, while I was at the back watching with an evil smirk on my face. Bwahahahaha!

And while waiting for 2pm to come just now so I was able to sign out, the new HOD joined me at the canteen and he talked and talked and talked and (he's a nice fella but he) talked and talked.

And talked.

**masuk bakul angkat sendiri.

Hais..............

Shikin............ you are doing this for. the. damn. money.

Keane - Everybody's Changing

2011-04-21T22:29:00.001+08:00

Tom Chaplin & their live rendition is........making me turn into a puddle.

BadminTRON

2011-04-21T14:53:00.001+08:00

I'm here because
1. I am seriously bored
2. I am hungry & there's no food at home. There are only like irritating raw ingredients that will never work together. Like onions and a few stalk of green veggies.
3. I'm cashless.
4. I've got no feel to blog yet I am still here, just to piss myself off.

I was chilling at McD the other day, while waiting for next class to start and they are playing Keane's "Everybody's Changing" on speaker. I love that song right now.

That's not the only thing that I love right now though. I also love a little badminton action. My ass was in total pain the next day after playing a few rounds with my friends.

But it's so fun. I even talked Mira into playing it with me & now suddenly all my siblings are into the whole badminton thingy.

Since I don't feel like talking anymore, I let the picture do the job for me.

P.S apparently on both occasions while playing badminton, I wore the same shirt twice.

playing at the court that used to be a training place for my former silat club: pokolan bawean.
Great old days.

Missy walrus.

This little dood just figured he wanna join us.

Adorable sia. I wanna tie a huge ribbon around him and mail it to myself for 31st Jan 2012.

Add caption

2011-04-20T00:49:00.003+08:00

I'm so irritated.

God knows how many types of stereotyping I witnessed/heard recently.

If you have something to say about a person, do not drag gender/sexuality/profession/nationalism in it. Especially race.
If you thrashtalk about malays, I feel defensive because I AM A MALAY.
If you thrashtalk about indians, I feel defensive because I have indian friends who I am close with.
If you thrashtalk about chinese, I feel defensive because I know a lot of chinese friends who I regard as my bros and girlpals.

Every society/groups have their flaws. I'm not trying to be righteous but some pple are pissing me off.

It's the individual you are looking at.

And please, a frequent act doesn't make it a fact.

People who thinks so highly of themselves and looks down on others(humility gone out of the window)...

We are all made equal dammit.

Everybody dies and buried in the same fucking dirt as everyone else man.

If you diss people, you are somebody who doesn't mix around much with others who are out of your comfort zone. That's a fact.

The OOBER long post (don't say I didn't warn ya)

2011-04-17T22:21:00.002+08:00

Finally, I've peeled my ass off the couch to start bloggin. Ok that was as false as sesame street elephant's eyelash. I'm glued to my bed actually (way worse).

I'm not exactly sure where am I going with this post. Of course I have been thinking of things to write. But they are all little parchment of unrelated topics located in my head based on the events happening recently. So I'm just going with the flow here on how to glue em all together into a post. I'll try my best but I'll surely give up on some parts. Don't worry, those will just be smacked together with a measly duct tape.

A lot has been up lately this week & it's like all my advanced plans gathered in a mini meeting whereby all decided to anonymously crashed together in one week.

Plan #1: Yo, I got a brilliant idea. Why not, for a change, we give Shikin a lil hell? What say you?
Plan #2,#3,#4,#6: *cheering & probably chest-bumping each other in the air*
Plan #5: Right on, brahhhh!

Well, Monday was Picnic Day. Yeah I know, crowds are going for picnic left and right & we thought it would be nice to get into the vibe as well.
What is more fun than eating with your bestfriends outdoor with sand creeping up your asscrack? Nothing! :DDDDDDD
We decided to go potluck and I thought it would be great to bring my mini ceramic fondue pot, along with a few snacks/finger food. Bad idea. Choc takes ages to get hot.

1/4 of kitchen products right there on the picnic mat.

Rina brought her Hajah Maimunah (feeling-feeling legit lah siket masakan sendiri) Fried Rice and damn, it was fucking delicious! Since that day, I've been craving for it.
(Passionate voice) Do you know how many nights I spent crying myself to sleep because of that Fried Rice?

None.

Anyways, since Ayu woke up late, she didn't get to bring spaghetti/fried chicken as promised but it's okay. She brought Tuna & expired bread instead. Eh what raise eyebrow?? Not that bad what her alternatives!

There's also a new Whole Chicken menu @ Burger King. Ayu can't resist buying it. (JK, BK don't sell these)

Halfway through, my battery died. All the slow-mo video taking drained it all up. But we spent the night sabotaging each other in a game of Monopoly Deal. (Just forget what I said about Monopoly Deal before. I was young and naive back then :-P)

Sooooookay, that's how I kicked ass with my friends on Monday.

What I did on Tuesday:

Rotting my ass off.

& also, (just to keep my reps up) mark the kid's art and plan for Thursday's lesson.

After the picnic, we decided that we can't get enough of ourselves so another plan was carried out on Wednesday. This activity is very common in Malay Weddings. No, we did not spend our wednesdays playing kompang. It involves mouths and two balls on a stick. Yes!!! KARAOKE!

I love to sing, even though my voice was better off kept all to myself. You can ask my personal assistant, Mira. She'll tell you that I sing at home all the time, heck we even do duets together! Hahahahaha. Our favourite is apparently this song from Spongebob Squarepants titled,"Ripped Pants". Go youtube it. It's a sick ballad for a cartoon series man.

& Because of Rina, I am unfortunately and weirdly hooked to a very hippie song, Soley Soley. I don't even know what the eff is Soley.

Hungry after the sing-out, nak lepak makan rojak dekat the new pasar geylang but little did we know that.......

....it was closed for clean-up duty. Disappointed, we settled for Thosai & Prata on a nearby coffeeshop instead. On the way, there we saw this.

This post is getting too long... And my second sister kept switching off the plug by accident (this rented macbook is apparently battery-less) which makes the laptop shut down twice in a row & it's pissing me off.

I'll continue about my Thursday & Friday class in a bit. Some funny things occured that I really wanna share. Tune in!

I Don't Want To Fwen You!

2011-04-08T21:09:00.000+08:00

This morning my younger sister sparked me off when I got to know she has been skipping school. As in skip school= pretending to go to school early in the morning BUT end up somewhere else. Wow, I can tell you...the air in my hand's blood vessels are lighter than that of a helium gas. Anytime boleh bagi birthmark baru pat die tu peh muke.

Of course straight away after she got back home, I dragged her back to her school and demanded some solid proof that she has not been there so she can shut her trap and stop giving me bullshit about "I've been to school but after I felt sick they sent me home" nonsense.

I think she had cried enough la for now. I just hope she have learnt her lesson and know that if she want more scream treatment from me, she can repeat the mistake with open arms (this sentence is seasoned heavily with sarcasm. Just a warning if you really dare to repeat it, Mira).

I thought she had lost interest in school or anything serious like that, but after the talk she had with her teacher, apparently what makes her do what she did is because her friends had gone mute on her.

-_-

Okay fine. Friends are a big deal in school but... if you are jeopardizing your studies just because of them, then you must be really really...really really really really...downright dumb and stupid and just mothercking stupid. I would rather have Wei Jie (this weird guy in my secondary school who slapped people for no reason) as my brother cause atleast he still goes to school and graduate even when he don't have friends and people taunt him! Okay maybe that's why he slapped people but hey, this post ain't about him alright.

I've been on that other side too. I'm going to share you a story about what happened to me in my kindergarten days.

It was playtime and I was sitting with these two girls. Apparently they saw my hands (with the finger defects and stuff) and suddenly made up their mind to ditch me. Even though I was young, I knew they are being unreasonable and I don't really give a shit. Aku pun tak terkejar-kejar nak jadi kawan diorang. So in my chill_nr_91 mannerism, while they are playing at the other side of the room, I lepak by myself and play with this cool watch my dad had recently bought for me. You know how Power Rangers is da freaking bomb back then right? Yeah man. My dad got me this red (or blue? One of those primary colours lah) Power Rangers watch that produces the awesome theme song when you flipped it open. COOL!!! Those two girls' ears pricked up upon hearing the awesome-shit Power Rangers tune and suddenly in under less than 15 minutes, there they was: being my friends again. Geez... Talk about materialistic huh. We were schooling in a mosque sumore lei!

Even though it happened for less than 15 minutes I will forever remember it in my heart because it is so ridiculous.

So you know... you only live once. Friends, if you've find the real ones (like I have), is a gem to keep. But those who are only there cause they want something from you and ditch you when they are not, don't even waste another second on them.
If you need to suck up to them just to get them to like you, then obviously they are not FRIENDS.
We have a term for these people, they are called, "Employers". Hahahaha..

Don't be scared to lose some. The benefits you'll gain from losing is more worthwhile than keeping a 'liability'. ;)

You live for yourself, and don't ever let people have it easy to step on your heads.
If you are unhappy with a person who has been buggin you, voice it out to that person. You'll feel much better, I can guarantee that.

Just like what I did with Maureen. Kene tengking ngan aku tros tak call2 lagi. LOL!

Cheers and stay positively happy.

Monopoly Day

2011-04-08T01:41:00.001+08:00

What's the DEAL with Monopoly Deal? Man... those cards are boring.

The board version's swag!

(padahal Monopoly Deal aku selalu kalah...saje je nak perangai sour grape dekat sini)

Thanks to my besi pretzel mover piece, I almost kicked my sis' ass on the game today.

Anyway, what a rotten mood I have today.

Shall not talk much into that. I just feel.....Hmmm.

HMMMMM!!!!!

I saw this link in facebook newsfeed. Thank you Eiqah Elfreda for posting it.

It's an islamic article titled "The Boy Who Tried To Escape Death".

Chilling title, if you ask me. The contents are even more breathtaking/heartfelt and a few other mixed emotions thrown in.

I love to read these types of articles.

& I recommend all of my dearest friends to read it.

But disable all pop-ups first coz I think the site is packed with alot of it. So don't get shocked if you see a few speed dating sites on your browsing history. Hahahaha.. That's what happened to me just now. I spent almost 5 minutes wondering how that site end up in my browser. Haiyoh..

Even Mac kena popped. I can only imagine Window users.

How can you convince somebody that they are AWESOME?!

2011-04-06T22:16:00.002+08:00

I have a friend (of course I have other friends, I'm just specifically stating one for this post la..sheesh) who is awesome but she didn't realize it.

I think she doesn't even find herself awesome (because she is too humble).

But she doesn't know that some people, like me, does.

I've known her existence since I was a kid but we didn't talk. I just knew her name and that's that. Apparently when we are a little bit older, my life crossed path with hers and due to some interesting fate, I got to know her personally. I've never thanked God enough for that.

Honestly, in the first place I never knew I'll be able to clique well with her. Because she looks so goddamn serious all the time. It's like as if you could get punched in the face anytime if you are standing within a 2 meter radius around her.

But what you guys DID NOT know is that, she has a really hilarious bone in her body. She's funny without even trying man! The kind of funny where you don't have to talk crap to make people laugh.

Also, she is the most strongest friend I had ever known. I am not lying. I've taken into consideration of all my friends before I type down that statement. Lame jugak aku pikir. Dalam...5-7 min gitu? Top 2 strongest friends goes to her and Mansur. Tapi since Mansur is non-existent and is just a name that I've given to the mamak at the kedai kopi near my blok (cause his kuey teow is awful!), I guess the title goes to my friend lah.
Eh kk backtrack!!!

I treasure her a lot because out of all the tribulations she had gone through, her sincerity shines out the most. And when I do have conversations with her, I enjoy it because she's so real. She's da shit! << this is a compliment!

You must be thinking who this awesome friend of mine is.

Wait for it...

She makes the best goddamn avocado milkshake.

& she is also the new spokesperson for G-Shock watches. Hahahahahahahaha!

I lap you Rina! HO EM HO foreva. Hahahaha! K that was an inside joke from our cedele times.
Yep, she is the best sandwich maker in RafflesCity Cedele. You know why?
Die ni sorang je kaki nak kene facing feng shui before slice sandwich. Hahahaha.. And she never fail to "knock" the bread knife on the chopping board before slicing. Konon pro uh tu. Buat aku look amateur je kalau berdiri tepi die ni. Tempeleng kan.. Ehk!! Hehehehehe! Main2 je. :D

Working same shift as her are the best, tak tipu. Never fail to look forward to it. But too bad, good times don't last . Well, at least those fond memories are there to stay. Especially the video where we make fun of terence tecktonik. LOL!!

Last thing I wanna say to her is.... Y U NO STAY IN JURONG???

Comment Box is Up and Running!

2011-04-04T23:44:00.001+08:00

First of all, Thank YOU Ayu for telling me that my comment box doesn't work.

If not for the heads up, I will forever not do anything about it. Because I know nobody bothered to comment on the crap they've consumed from this blog.

Since I don't know how to fix my existing template, I got simpler ones they provided at blogger.
Something like a buffet table; just pick & choose. A thing lazy people like me appreciate alot.

Hehehe.

Anyway, look at this screenshot I took.

I almost yelled out "EXACTLY!" at the question. It looks like a face implant gone so wrong.

And a little snippet of my twitpic today:

My little sister is borderline cute&......I just want to kill her with a swiss knife.

P.S: I need SHAMPOOOOOO!

Pro-CRUST-Teen-eighter

2011-04-04T21:56:00.000+08:00

Shit. I've so many things to blog about.
I wake up this morning with my gum-ache feeling sore than ever (did you realize I have not been healthy since school stopped?).
Since yesterday I've been googling for gum ache home remedies. After the last search I went to redirected me to a pregnancy site, I gave up and popped two panadols instead. Then BOOM! It became cococrunch!

I was knocked out for more than 24 hours. My face still feels like a bruised pulp and I just remembered I woke up wondering about the dream I had.

I dreamt that I rescued a drowning lamb with an unidentified man beside me.
Can anybody tell me what's the meaning? Usually I don't give too much thougts about dreams (especially when most of mine were downright weird & creepy) but there's something about the lamb that keeps picking on my curiousity. It's like a piece of scab that begs you with a tiny tempting voice..."kopek aku pleashh".

I tried googling that up too but it justs brings me to a website called http://kambingonline.net/. Seriously...it's an existing website. Go on, click it. You know you want to.

Anyway Google, you are a disappointment!

Hmm on the other unrelated hand, I baked a brownie fudge cake for RINA'S 20th birthday. I thought the brownie comes with choc sauce and crumbs (some does) but unfortunately I was misinformed & the only thing they provide me was the....default brownie powder! Oh the horror! I can't bake her a plain brownie, can I? Sedih pe. Since the baking was a last minute thing and time was not on my side, I have to korek my kocek for extra change and rush down to the 24 hours ENTIYUSI for some choc sauce and well...chocolate! It was going to 1 a.m at that time.

The welcoming lights of 24 hour NTUC at the end of the tunnel looks like a neon-lighted whorehouse

to a desperate chocolate sauce pimp like me. Ahh I love 24 hour store!

This is what came out of my oven the next day. After mixing and baking and pouring (choc sauce) and shaving (my legs for later outing. Okay joking lah. Shavings are meant for the chocolate bar).

TADDAAA!

The final verdict? I didn't taste it as much coz of my gums.

but my hard-to-impress dad gave it a thumbs up! And Rina says it tastes like Mrs Field's brownies

(but she prolly says that cause she was hungry) so overall I think it was okay.

Ok let's drop this humble shit right now, I think it was AWESOME!!!!!!

(Anybody above the lawful age of 18 is allowed to throw plastic darts at me right now)

Last but not least, maybe in the next post or so I'm going to blog about the prophets in Islam.

I've looked up on the background of people who have made a landmark on the globe,

from presidents, to music icons. I feel like an historical dork sometimes but I think it is really

important to know how these people come about & how the world system works.

You won't believe how this world revolves.

Just last two weeks I was looking up on Ritchi Valens. Then I got the calling to look up more on my own religion instead. Thank god last time, my sis printed a stack of info about our beloved prophets and I got to know A LOT of thing from there. I would love to write about it one day and I hope that day will come!

Till then, BUBYE!

Cranky.

2011-03-24T14:48:00.000+08:00

I feel like ripping somebody's neck off right now.

I gotta understand that these people exist all around and I gotta face em sooner or later, but if you keep breathing down my neck and acts like a motherfucking dog who likes to sniff asses for a living, then I don't give a rat's ass how many wrinkles there are on your face or the years of experience you have on your resume. Your resume belongs in my toilet, where I use to wipe my ass clean with.

I'm not afraid to confront a situation whenever I have to because this head is not made to be stepped on.

I was revved up on the phone just now siah!

Ok anyway on the lighter note my freelance art teaching resumes again. I love teaching the kids man. Somebody is just giving me a hard time over it. And one of the pri one students who is autistic gets all random on me. He said, "Miss Nora, where is angkong?"

I was like huh? Angkong? Why this kid so fierce one ask about angkong!

Then I ask him to repeat his question and he actually asks me where is "ahkong" lah.

Alamak. How I know where is ahkong. My job is to teach art only leh.

Hais...I have a soft spot for people with deficiencies. I hope I can do something for them because the school just left the autistic child to do their own thing in class which equals to doing nothing while the rest of their classmates engaged in activities. How to develop like that?

16 March 2011

2011-03-19T05:33:00.002+08:00

I have a really bad memory on dates, so let the title be the date of the event that I am going to write about.
And the event is.....*maracas roll please*.....GRADNITE!

I think I look extremely niggerific that night. Hais.

That is the only photo I had with me, the rest are taken with my friend's DSLR even though I brought my own camera along.

And by the way, let me start by saying that...man, if there's one thing I could change about that night is the dress. Cause I feel so skimpy lah. It's stretchable and fits perfectly when I tried it on in the dressing room. Apparently I found out that the skirt keep going up up and away with every step I took. Alamak.

Everybody else looked fantastic!

The place was held at Swissotel the Stamford. Same place I had for my secondary graduation night, in the same goddamn ballroom. Except that they changed the stage area. Hmm, now I kinda regret not taking my camera out to take spontaneous shots. Daym! And do you know what's worse, the first cold course was the same as of last 3 years that I had. Tell me if I'm wrong but sec school gradnight's first course was this sushi fillings thingy, jellyfish, octopus with sweet sauce and all. Don't have to tell me anything, I know I'm spot on right.

But the rest of the course are different. Because this time, I'm the only muslim seated at the table being served Halal food so they served me different stuff. I was okay with the halal menu, but the way they serve me was like... my friends are laughing at me when I was served first this mee soto broth (as my soup) in a cute little pot with a little plate at the side containing one kiyut little gemok bergedil. Awkward hamba! Next couse was better, exhanged matty's prawns with my crayfish coz he can't eat prawns. And then I realized the oyster sauce in the prawn dish was served with XO. That's another lil thing I would like to change that night.

Overall the dinner was okay. And I just hate these little games every hotel dinners have.

I want to lepak with my them all after dinner but since we have complimentary entry to zouk,we went there first. But it was mambo night. -__- Might as well they give us one day free line dancing lesson sia!

They were blasting these cheesy 80s songs and it was fun. Cause there was this fat dude on the podium dancing with his eyes closed ala para para paradise style! Hahahaha! He was seriously into it it's hard not to get hooked. There's even some angmohs recording him dancing. I seriously think the dude is a legendary fulltimer there. Keje senang... tutop mate, dengar lyrics, dance through hand signal.

I think the night would be better minus the club part. Expecially when they started buying alcohol. Kate je kawan, da terang2 aku takleh minum lagi nak ajak. Aku dah agak dah. Bengap mentega. I don't intend to step in one actually, seeing the great sense of curiousity I have. Everything also wanna try. And the bad thing about me is, sometimes when I try something, I'll move on to the extreme. The "life only happen once" phrase is too deeply embedded in my brain I guess. Thank God there's a limit to everything in Islam.

But the thing is, they are already planning another clubbing outing. My bi/gay friends ask me to tag along go gay club sumore. When I said I'll have no money by then, they ajak me go on free entry, lesbian night. mamposh! I so need more devout Muslim friends.

Anyway, after club, filled ourselves up with food/drinks at kedai kopi then head to clarke quay for another final round lepak. I don't know why every time I pass by clarke quay or whatever, I will be reminded of Rina. :P Shoutout to RINA yall! This time only left me, matty, is, lenny and dk left standing. Talked the whole night through till the first train comes and to home after that. Suddenly flatland feels so foreign on my feet. At lakeside, sume orang nak gi keje, aku baru nak balik jalan kaki. And all the way walking at the long path where most of the people whose heading to lakeside walked at, I counted 28 people looked at my head when I walked pass them. Kinda irritating cause I was still conscious about my skimpy dress. Even though I know they are looking at my head, it's still a very uncomfortable feeling.

Anyway, Sister's heels are not damaged. But my feet are!

PIMP THAT _HO_E!

2011-03-14T04:18:00.002+08:00

Fill in the blanks dude. I'm pimping my phone. Again. With patches of my music favourites.
You can see some legendary names there. Ramones, The Who, the coolest hippie ever Hendrix, my abang hensem Freddie Mercury a.k.a Englishman A Galak (in the checkered bodysuit. In this era he wasn't A Galak-ized yet, since he didn't have the famous moustache on), the King Mike Jackson, my scandal Blink 182 and my longterm lover, Green fucking Day.

Not to forget a new band, BLESS.

Hahaha I'm kidding dude. It's just there cause Bob Marley's patch is too big. So I changed it to something that represents it. Oh, and the birdy perching on the guitar is from woodstock.

You can clearly tell how bored I am right now since I take the time to explain every single patch on my phone. I can't sleep.

I can't sow patches onto the phone cover right, so I thought, why not

if I print em and paste it instead. Yep that's exactly what I did.

So there I was one afternoon, with a scissors, glue and paper all over the floor.

Dad said I was like a kid playing with scissors. He was right.

Cause I stupidly cut off a tip from superglue's bottle and it spilled onto the scissors.

The "Very Good" sticker on the superglue is no joke man, now the scissors are in an fixed 'X' shape.

I can't close it anymore cause the glue weld the metals together.

And who is stupid enough to paper and plastic together with superglue?

Me.

So the material's list has changed.

It's 'penknife, WHITE glue and paper' now.

I know. My hands are always itchy to spice up my belongings.

You would agree with me more if I tell you the black cover that i got is from this

the "live and let live" phone cover with the front flap. It got dirty so I don't

wanna use it anymore. Anw it's in pink. My sister gave it to me.

So I ripped the black back cover from this whole thing and did the patches thing

which brings us back to this picture

In a nutshell, no money spent.

(I'm fucking poor by the way)

& I can't stop looking at it.

2011-03-14T03:00:00.000+08:00

Hais... I've cooled down now. So let's start. I'm trying to make it a habit not to say, tweet or blog about things in the midst of anger. I cool down as fast as I get angst up so whenever I was ok, at the point of time when I read back what I wrote, I will usually regret the words I've spilled. It's easier to quickly move on from whatever has happened. I was so tempted to go bonkers on the "hate" word on twitter just now.
I'm glad I didn't succumb to it, cause even though officially stating that I hate that person in public would prolly make me feel like I've confessed it off my chest, I feel that it is not right. HATE is too much of a strong word. Nobody deserves to be hated. Especially someone close to you.

Hmmmmm I just feel like spilling things out now since I've been feeling down lately plus there's nobody I'm comfortable to talk to about this anw.

You know what. On second thought, I don't even want to talk about it. I've moved on.
It's just that nothing felt sincere at home anymore man.
That thick glass panel in the middle of me and that person, I'd rather have it stay there.

But there's one thing that makes my day today though, my old man backed me up full force. Finally someone with a leverage speaks out for me. What makes me feel like tearing up is when I think he actually understands my situation. He actually made my point across for the things I can't say out verbally. way to go dad! Even though I believed the next time he backed me up again, it'll be in 20 years time. Haha

One In a Million

2011-03-02T01:33:00.002+08:00

Grape sellah

Go gettah

Nothin bettah

Try singing that with "One In a Million" song by Ne-Yo, the intro part. Hahahah.

These have actually been my daily anthem for a few days now, cause I've recently just quit from my

THREE YEARS PLUS virgin job at {CedelebyBakeryDepot}

My first job ever.

And by the way, it's not pronounced as "See-delle" or worse, "Che-de-lei".

And Depot is not "Dee PORT". It's De-POH instead.

I always love laughing at narcissistic heavily american-accented locals who said this wrongly.

Oh my, how time flies.

I remember my first day there, I bust the coffeemaker and they can't sell coffee for a day.

Hahaha. And susan remembers that. Geez I'm gonna miss her most.

All the mischief I did with the best bunch at rfc basement.

Foodfight!

And pouring balsamic vinegar into colleagues' coke.

Ok lah, that "colleague" was me.

It tasted like shit!

What else?

Ahh, I remember giving this fuckin rude angmoh dude his own medicine.

He keeps asking for more mayonnaise in his sandwich, and one point that ticked me off

is when I think we're short of manpower and I had to handle everything I could get my hands on.

As usual he had this fucked up face on and said, don't be stingy with the mayonnaise.

My patience were thin at that time and after I did the cashier, I went over to the sandwich area and

gave him the most generous slap of mayonnaise.

It covered the whole fillings and was all over the bread too. Haha!

It was naszty, but I felt so good after that.

The next time he came he said he wanted more mayo, but not literally.

In the end, we still gave him that bitchslap mayo treatment and we never saw him again from

that day onwards.

Snobbish fucktards are there everyday man.

I couldn't stand them.

Oh! And the foodtrade with JCO Donuts, sushi place,yoguru and takoyaki.

Those were the great old times!

I remember this buff chinese part-timer dude last time, I was waiting for O lvl results and he was in 3rd Yr poly I think. He was the coolest dude ever in my eyes. He taught me how to fold lettuce nicely one time and god, he's the nicest. And that's why he's so cool! Cause he can fold a lettuce!
Hahaha! K jokes aside. The lettuce has got nothing to do with anything.

One thing that really made me give him the props is that he fought with the boss one time,and quit on the spot. The boss was being unreasonable and rude in the first place and I remember somebody telling me (cause I wasn't there when it happened) he demanded some respect from the boss.

Phewwww broooo!!

Street cred just multiplied by diamonds! Hahahah!

Ok I'll stop here! Before I go on and on (and I sure can babey).

I need to rest my head off. My temple is killing me.

Being partially bedridden sucks

2011-02-26T17:51:00.004+08:00

I have been sick for three days now. I think Mira have been secretly coughing into my Yong Tau Foo sia. Anyway even though my throat is swollen, I'll try to blog as best as I can (ape link??).

Anyways, yesterday have been the most unexpected surprise ever! My plan was to head back to my secondary school which is Hong Kah, to take pictures (or if possible, bring em back home) of my O level's canvas painting. Because of my freelance art teaching job, the Maureen lady has been bugging me to show her my drawing abilities. I have a feeling she was suspecting me of a fraud or something and she wanted some convincing evidence. So I thought if I were to bring my A Distinction artpiece to show her, it'll be an angel's slap to her face (penampar nabi) and maybe she'll stop asking me to wear proper clothes for teaching while she has a tiger-printed tights on. Ridiculous man!

Okay, enough of my backstory.

I walked the path I have walked 3 years ago (gives me the chills man), and told the pak guard I was an ex-student (the pakcik still got the cheek to say, "Oh ingatkan X-men!" Pakcik...pakcik...bertaubat lah... dengarlah firman dan sabda instead of watching X-men).

Then I walked to the general office, saw Mr Triple Y (hahaha..to those ex-hongkah, you should know him, our p.e teacher yeo yu yong, if I'm not mistaken with the spelling) then made a left turn to the gen.office. I knew by her qianbian face, there ought to be a problem with me coming to school today and voila! She refused to let me in school compound without the acknowledgement of the current art teacher, Mrs Chan. I was like, can't you find where Mrs Chan is right now so I can do what I have to do?
She said no, she can't check; a very standard reply for lazy motherpuckers like her!!

She asked me to write a note in a very annoying manner, which I did. And she told me Mrs. Chan will give me a call. Which fucktard will believe that? With her lazy attitude, I have a feeling my note will be drowned in all her other "important" documents. Raaaah! So I said, ok and left the school.

Halfway towards the zebra crossing I told my sister--- Oh, wait! I forgot to tell yall I went there with my sister, the one who coughed bacteria into my YTF and gave me these buggers fever--, I'm not satisfied that I have to wait again. And I sure as hell don't want to keep coming back to HKSS to keep checking if Mrs Chan got my message. I mean, I can do better than this man!

So I've made a plan to gatecrash the school. Mira has a couple of friends studying in Hong Kah so with their help, I got to know where the art class is located. I went back in the gate, told the pakcik I "left something in the gen.office" and quickly made my way to the art class. And fuckthatannoyinggenofficeslut, Mrs Chan was there! I knew she was a lazy bastard!

Apparently, they dumped all the ex-students work in one corner so she asked me to look for it myself.

Can't find it there...

But even before I got to report to her that I can't find my canvas, there it was! Rested against the wall at the back of the class. In full view. *teary-eyed* Wow... I can't believe after all these years, my canvas is still up for showcase. Sobsob..

Then it's back to finding the prep work. Chan brought me to this big storeroom where all the prepworks are, and I started to curse her and there a lil bit. Cause I have to face those deadly dusts and heavy prepworks while being sick. To make it worse, my prepwork ain't in that store room.

Muke sakit.

I found A'in's prepwork. I'd always love her art. So bubbly and colourful, like her.

Me: I can't find my prepwork in that storeroom ah, Mrs Chan.
M.C (cey! da macam mc hammer siol): Oh ok, they might be in other rooms. I'll help you look for it. But, which one is your canvas?
*I pointed to my canvas and her face suddenly turned weird, like as if she got a creepy sly smile on*
Me: Err.. Is there a problem?
M.C: Ohhhh.. That is a very good piece of art, you know--
*alamak kembangg!!!*
--I'm afraid you can't bring it home cause we still need it as an example to the students.
*fuyoooohhh macam nak mati!*
Me: Oh really? Oh wells, If that's the case, you can keep it. I mean hey, I'm born to inspire people.

Cey! No lah! I did not just said that. LOL! The above convo (except the my last reply) is all true k.

In the end, she printed my a copy of my prepwork for me while I browse through my prepwork. I can't believe I was an over-achiever with my prepwork sia last time. Kes budak geek mintak kene ketuk ngan spanner.

Then she started to ask me what I'm working as now, from which school. When I told her I worked as a freelance hobbycraft teacher without an agency (hahahaa! I sound like an illegal immigrant)
she suddenly get all excited and asked me whether I'm interested in teaching art.
Without a pause I said, "YES!!!" I mean, not really arh. But as long as I'm surrounded by art, you can say I'm quite a happy person.

She started to ask whether I wanted to relief teach in Hongkah since my place is so near to school. And the other teacher had to go somewhere in July or something. Can't really remember much. In a nutshell, they need an art teacher in HongKah and I was like hell yeah! Even though it'll be weird cause I'll meet the annoying slut again.
And then she told me how to apply for teaching via MOE blabla.. She asked for my number and stuff and told me if I have applied under MOE, give her a forwarded email and she will sort-of back me up to teach in Hongkah. I was like....*tears and mucus running all over the place* I can't believe somebody just offered me a job. Screw that annoying slut!

Can't stop praising god after that. I mean, I have never seen myself where I am today. Finally my talent sort of brought me somewhere ar, even though it's not far. Cause I have been worried about my future job. What if I end up being a runner at Teh Tarik sia, all my art will be wasted!

And the funny thing is, when we left the school, the pakcik ask me what thing is it that I left inside the general office and I showed him my photocopied prepwork. Not only that after we outwalked this lady at the side of the road, we realized that it was the annoying slut. Hahaha.. what a coincidence..

Anyway, atleast somebody believed in me, not like my mum. I was about to tell her the good news when she called me useless. Thanks arh. I've stopped trying to impress you anyway. Since you already had your golden child with you. She made me so pissed yesterday night. I'm just going to do my own thing la ok. I went out to take a breather and when I got back, still got the cheek to ask me "eh, you clean the house eh kin?" and "why you seem angry with me? What did I say that makes you angry huh?" palotak lah. Go figure it out yourself sia.

Yea, it's true, I can't hate my own mum coz I'm indebted to her. So I'm just gonna live my life paying it all back. Seems like she's all about the money anyway.

Call me Lao she Shikines!

2011-02-08T21:36:00.001+08:00

Well, well, well. What do we have here? My report-writing guidelines gives me the urge to write. But my body brought me not to word documents but to blogger! Damn you lazy body. But I like your decision. You shall get your treat later. *preparing hot bubble bath*

Anyways as you all know, or not, today was the day where I'm suppose to go for the briefing at the school so I will know what to do on the day of the art lesson.
So I went there by bus. And alighted at the correct stop.
I entered the school. It is such a small school for a primary education. But maybe when I was little, the school seems bigger than it is, I thought. But once I entered, there's no teacher and no students! Only doors! Will these doors lead me to different opportunities? I dare not find out.
Luckily there is this lady who is sitting under an umbrella bench doing nothing so I asked the lady "eskius me, where is the entrance?" She pointed to this corridor and I heaved a great sigh of relief.
I thought this would be the end of my pointless venture but heck! The corridor leads to a door with a wheelchair sign on it! I thought the lady outside is trying to be funny by leading me to the toilet but even before I had the chance to pull off the umbrella from the bench and whack the lady with it for cheating on my feelings, I realized there is another door opposite the toilet that is not locked. Hehehe! What kind of entrance is this for a primary school? It looks more like a store room to me.

That's not the end of my troubles. I opened the door and inside it was like a replica of a baby nursery in a legal hospital. I got freaked out that I closed the door quickly and lock my self out.
I keep wondering what is wrong? Am I in twilight zone or something? If I am, why am I not in Gotham city instead?!

So I took a risk by going out again and I double check the road sign. It definitely is pointing directly to this building over here. What the heck! I decided to follow my instincts nonetheless by walking further in into the sideroad. I walked passed the big sign of the building I just entered and it reads in big bold mocking letters "VICTORY FAMILY CENTRE".

What the puck!!! No wonder the building so small. In fact, there's only one building! And I'm blaming the road sign for it, cause it's making me look stupid. They should change the direction of the roadsign man, really.

In the end, I manage to find the real primary school and attended the briefing.

P/S: I think if the roadsign pointed to Jalan Bahar Muslim Cemetery, I would have prolly went there and ask the bangla whose digging a fresh new grave where is the entrance.

Guai Lo!

2011-02-07T21:46:00.001+08:00

Hi, I'm reading fat boy's burger bar menu in british accent right now. Cause my brain denied my command to start doing my report now so, this is some sort of a punishment for Mr. Brain. Gosh all the menu sounds amazazing....*tongue wagging*

Ok! So what's been hapn'in recently huh? Huh? Huh?!

I received a forwarded job offer to from Shila's friend to take over a lower pri art class for, hmm...two semester if I'm not wrong. I was like, WHOA!! Of course I want that offer! Will be held on Tuesdays for 3 hours. Not bad, eh?

I mean, not only will I be surrounded with kids but with ART too! How cool is that?
And I tell you, their art classes were more fun and than the ones I used to have back then. Now them kids got props mayn! Last time all I got was crayons and drawing block.

So yesterday the teacher called my cellie and... oh yea, I forgot to add that this time, I'll be managing the class alone. Heck yea man bring it on.

So she called me and her name is Maureen. She asks if I drew clowns and stuff and ask me a couple of background information (it feels like a fucking interview). I can't remember how it got to the upcoming topic but she said,"you are in NP right? So you must have known the cleaners there."

I was like a--whut??!
I'm checkin my windows and stuff to see if she's actually outside (doesn't matter if I don't even have a clue how she looks like) or something cause, how the heck did she know I knew the cleaners in my school? I mean even before I asked them for a couple of favours from my shoot, we've been y'know chatting and saying hi and stuff. Not to mention the cleaners in my school are really nice too. And you know you don't choose and pick people to be friends with. I even talk to my toes sometimes. Ok that is a lil creepy but-

Anyways backtrack! I was really freakin out and said "huh?" only to know she was just joking. I don't really get her joke cause in my head I was screaming "this woman almost gave me a permanent facial spasm!" that all I could hear at the other line was "clean the floor", "uncle", "thought you must know him right?".

AWkward!
Somebody need to upgrade their humour skills.

Anyway I'm kinda nervous for the briefing tomoro. But all in all, I'm XXXcited!

2011-02-06T02:00:00.000+08:00

Pissed.

Lil sister

2011-02-01T03:39:00.003+08:00

I found some old videos of my lil sister when she was a few years younger.

How cute!! Unfortunately, I don't think I appreciate her that much at that point of time. I had my own problematic temper going on then, you have to bear with me. Cause saying that the accident I had during childhood doesn't affect me in my mental subconscious would be a lie. I haven't been a good sister to her, then and now. I know that. Trying my best sometimes, but it's never good enough.

And I regret it alot.

So, Mira, I would just like to say, you are the best most gemuts adorable little sister I ever have. I think your bad attitudes are partly my fault too and I regret that. Whatever I said that hurts your feelings, I take all of em back cause I don't mean it. Whatever mean things I said, I said it in the midst of anger. I know I had a bit of a foul mouth. And I'm still trying to tone it down, slowly but surely okeh. But sometimes whenever I see you sleeping, I beam inside cause I still love you and that what matters most!