Burnt out, confused, depressed.

This is the path I walked up and down on.

Familiar indeed. It is right next to the Convention Centre in my now, ex-school.
School... I have a love and hate relationship with it.
NEXT!

I'm going random here. Bear with me.
Asyura bam bam, congratulations on the job offer.
Decided to be their malay teacher yet? keke.
No worries sweets. What matters is you don't rush into things.
Oh how I miss you.
p/s: I am very guilty of always not replying ur SMSes. Am I forgiven?

Dolly, thank you for the words of advice and encouragement.
I pray and hope for you to get in too.
You're being missed.
p/s: I am guilty of asking you how the interview went. My apologies.

Effendi, thank you for bothering to amuse me on MSN for two straight nights.
You poor thing. Sole victim of my rants. Hah.
Congratulations on the airforce interview. I hope you get in.
Melayu boleh!
p/s: Huh? You logged off before I could ask you what is it about.

I finally got myself a new mystery novel. I am still amazed at how I manage to survive without a book in hand, for the last months.
Oh. Eureka to me. I finally loaded my song. Too bad they ain't got any Cibo Mato.
Tagboard will be up soon. I am encountering problems here.
Why is it so that each time I press English language, it still remains German?
I am puzzled. Very.
Heh. Don't you laugh at me Dolly.

Until the next update.
Have a great weekend my dear dollybird!
I know I will.
: )

Officially graduated.

Graduating class of 3B01.

For the good times and bad, you'll be missed.

Muacks.

psst: My darling syu bam bam is not in the pic.

I miss you la. I miss all my five comrades.

Middle row.

3rd from left, my midget yet smart alec, Dolly.

4th from left, my tudung & the middle party, Susu.

5th from left, my style & brand - obsessed caring babe, Putri.

Front row.

1st from left, my hot mama & leader in every project, Ju.

Wheres me?

Middle row.

2nd from right. Yes. I too wonder why I am soo far away.

wakaka. hah.

Anyway, results are out.

I am officially a diploma graduate!!!

Final semester gpa, 3.6. Highest gpa ever!

But graduating gpa is a little disappointing.

My first year, first semester gpa pulled me down.

Oh well.

I'm elated right now!

Take care dollybirds!

Trip to johor. Part Two.

Saturday was definitely a terrible day to go Johor.

Not that we didn't know. Previously, we went on Saturdays too.

Only this time we reach Immigration around 1 plus.

Oh I don't need to explain to you all those shoving that I had to endure.

But I guess mine is incomparable to those who were waiting in line in their vehicles. Boy could I imagine the frustration., moving an inch at a time on the road.

Hah.

While waiting in line at Singapore immigration, I bravely declared that I wasn't hungry at all.

How wrong was I. As we proceed to the next immigration, which seems to be infinite I might add, my stomach started to growl.

Of course, willful as I am, I still proclaim that I was not hungry.

:D

I have to confess that I was a little bummed when hoNey wanted to lunch at Secret Recipe.

To those who don't know, which I believe many of you don't,

I hate changes.

Changes and I just don't click that well.

I wanted Kenny Roger's. We always had Kenny's. Plus, Singapore Kenny Roger's is not 'halal'.

But, I changed my mind once my soup came.

Sourgrape as I am, I said it was an unmatched to Kenny's.

Hah.

Pictures paint a thousand words.

I must have soup for starters.

His. Black pepper chicken with herb rice and salad.

Her. Quarter chicken served with tumeric sauce, fries and boiled vegetables.

Always cranky.

Carrot. Superbly delicious.

After shopping, we head back to Secret Recipe for desserts.
I wasn't complaining this time.

It's only because we always had desserts at Secret Recipe.
Hah.

hoNey ordered Americano.

Quoted from him, 'Americano lacks the kick'.

So we swapped halfway.
He chow down mine faster than a blink of an eye.

Her. Marble Cheesecake.

At the end of the day, this is how we look like.
He's just tired.

Me? I'm bloated.
And happy. Thank you my love.

Thank you very much indeed.

DVDs.

One thing I can't live without now.

DVDs.

So hoNey and I went to watch the movie that we didn't get to see in the cinema previously, simply beacuse I wasn't 21 years of age yet. Right, it was Saw 3.

Gruesome eh? As I type, I'm visualizing in my head the part where agent Eric Matthews snap his right ankle. Oh brother. I'm having wobbly feet.

By the time the show ended, it was dark outside.

Off to home we go.

Oh.

Do I hear retail therapy tomorrow?

Y.E.A.H

: )

Trip to Johor. Part One.

lil hoNey with his cramp face in the bus.

My Johor house at Taman University.
Hah. More like my parents' house.

Ever wonder why mothers eat soo much?

My favourite cousin Amalina. She reminds me of ... ME!

And her yougest sister Sakina. The (very) mischevious one.

Sabrina, the very obedient homemaker.

Who would have thought that the tree in front of my house bears fruit!

Here's proof. It's Chiku!

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So the trip to Johor with 3 aunts, 1 uncle and lil hoNey wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
Other than being squashed in the backseat with no form of back support, I did enjoy myself. Particularly because at the last part, I got to shop a little.
Nah. Not retail. But food. Yummy.
A whole day outing with the older generation has moulded me to become one huh?

Urgh please. Anyway, it has been ages since I went to Giant hypermarket.
So once we parked, I went in Giant Tampoi searching for DVDs first!
So the rest as they called it is history.

Mummy and I stocked up on pizzas, thosai, chapathi, doughnuts and yada yada.

Upon reaching home, I was totally whacked.

Till another time, have a nice day dollybird!

Childhood treats.

Well now.
Who haven't had these?

I vividly remember those days when I ran around in the playground playing "police and thief" with children my age.
Those days when little boys RARELY wore underwear.

Really. Not at all sometimes.

So basically I get "free show" of boys little "hush hush" parts.

Dangling.

Urgh.

But when you're young, you don't think much of it.

You just go, "eeyeuuw..." and that's it.

Right. I've sidetracked.

My point is, those were the days where devouring treats after treats felt like heaven.

Remember the time when you have coins in your pocket?

The balance change from your school pocket money.

What would you do?

Hah! Head down to the nearest sundry shop of course!

That's where you could indulge yourself with the various delectable treats!

Mmmm.... Such bliss.

Remember those ice popsicles we use to slurp n chew down?

10cents each.

Those were the days.

Those were the time.

Ah. Those memories still linger.

The answer

Alright dollybird, as promised.

Here is the answer to the 2nd of March post.

The first picture belonged to none other,
Mary Quant.

The influential designer and co-founder of Bazaar.

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The next picture is much easier I suppose.

She is the world's first supermodel,

Twiggy.

Familiar?

Yes. That is because she is the "Face of '66",

the time where Mod fashion was at its peak.

Guess it right?

Good for you my dear dollybird.

Relaxation.

I need a job.

Pronto.

One month has passed by swiftly, prior to my graduation and here I am still lazing my arse off. In the past month, I have done nothing that I am proud of.

I haven't been putting my brain to great use.

Nor my hands.

Mind you yellow-heads. I was referring to getting some crafts done.

Like perhaps, revamp my room for a change?
Maybe I'll post up some pictures of my room.
Then you dearies will know why it needs some serious refurbishing.

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Sometimes I marvel at how ungrateful I can be.

This is what I have been waiting for ever since my junior year in NP.

The much anticipated long holidays where I'm freed of assignments, projects, children, and the rest that goes with it.

I used to whine, groan, curse, and everything else at the mention of school.
Oh long holidays, I very much wanted it.

But but but.

Why am I not making good use of it now?

Instead of enjoying my new found freedom, here I go again, whimpering about how much school was much more enjoyable.

yada yada yada.

Read: I did not have to worry about money back then. I was spoon-fed. Big time.

Never in my dreams have I imagined job hunting to be this hard.
Oh yeah. Trust me. I never thought it would be THIS HARD.
I need a part time job.

Read: t.e.m.p.o.r.a.r.y.

One that could last me till the month of june, whereby by then, I would "whole-heartedly" welcome the days of mugging and rushing for assignment deadlines.
Oh well.
As for now, I am eagerly awaiting the arrival of March 12th.
Ah. On that day, I can proudly declare to hoNey,

"Goodbye dollars, hello r.e.t.a.i.l. therapy!"
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I need a coke.
Make it Diet Coke.

With Lemon.

Oh. This is by far, my most extensive and elaborative entry.

Hah.

When boredom dominates.

Words just can't describe how much I miss you.
Why doesn't today feel like saturday?
Why am I losing track of time?

Why? Oh why?
So many questions left unaswered.

But one thing still holds true.
That, I am still very much in love with you.

I MISS YOU hoNey.

Know who they are?

They both are significant sixties icon.
I'll post up the answers on Monday, 5th of March.
Till then, have a nice day my dear dollybird!

Mod culture.

I found a resemblance between the former picture (The Mod target) with the latter picture (The Royal Air Force target).

Save you from all the wonderings. They both have no relation.

Lately, I see quite a number of youngsters displaying the Mod Target either on their clothings and even vehicles!

What the heck for, may I ask?

Hold it. I am not condemning Mod. I am trying to imply how our local teens follow cultures oh soo blindly. and foolishly.

How many of them poseur know the history behind Mod Culture?

Huh huh huh?

Heres some facts about Mod culture.

a. Mod is short for Modernism

b. Mod originated in London in the late 1950s and peaked at 1960s

c. Mod rides around in scooter

d. London - based Mod boys dress in suits, neat, narrow trousers, (and) pointed shoes

e. Mod girls displayed a boyish femininit (with)...huge, darkened eyes and thinness.
Extracted from:
http://www.geocities.com/jnotj/mod.html

Basically they just adore fashion and are wll-groomed.
Unlike local teens MOD who wears black all the time.
Oh! and by 1967, Mod style was seguing into hippy!
Hah! Beat that you monochrome teens!

"Huge, darkened eyes and thinness"

Sounds familiar?

Well. Bring in the Mod sixties fashion!

Say T.W.I.G.G.Y people!

Mod sixties fashion.

Mod sixties fashion.

Love it.

Period.