"... My obsession with vintage epoch ..."

it hits me back real hard

2008-05-22T11:30:00.005+08:00

I thought I could run away from reality. I prayed hard, hoping dearly that I could forever float in my world of fantasy. Not ever have I dreamt of the day where I have to face all that's laid out in front of me. For so long I hid in the corner, holding tightly my legs to my chest. I watched silently as them strangers and familiar faces passed me by. Even though they were near, I could never see nor hear anything clearly. All I saw were empty faces and all I hear are deafening sounds. I asked myself, "who are they to me? and who am I to them?" I tried to be happy and so I laughed with you. But deep down, in my hearts of hearts, I am an enormous mess. I smiled. Painfully I did. But it was all an act of pretence. In truth, I could never remember what happiness feels like. And I know from this day onwards, I could never again feel what happiness is like.

The Cousins

2007-09-25T13:27:00.000+08:00

We break fast at Haig Road. The last time we met, all six, was during my 20th Birthday celebration. And I have to say, Konatt and and Kogie, you need to eat more. You guys look anorexic! Thin thin arms. I could just karate them off your body. I could. Anyway, as usual, we camwhored. I love our laughters, crazy antics, and everything else. Oh. Don't forget our December chalet. Wee...

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The Friends

2007-09-22T13:03:00.000+08:00

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We break fast at Sarpino's Pizzeria. This was the first time I've been to the Simei outlet for my guy and I usually frequent the Dhoby Ghaut outlet. The ambience there is much more relaxing. And the latter sure doesn't smoke my eyes like the Simei one does. Nonetheless, going to Sarpino's always mean a bloated stomach afterwards. Oh. And what's an outing without stories and gossips to share right? Andthey say during Ramadhan we should watch what we are saying. That sure didn't happen.
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The Family

2007-09-08T13:55:00.000+08:00

Mummy... you know how much I love you right? I love spending time with you, going out with you and shopping with you and Hisyam. You are my bestest of friend, someone I run to each time I feel happy or sad. Just about anything, I will come running to you. Thanks mum. I just need you with me.

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Up yours

2007-08-22T12:32:00.000+08:00

And I like to isolate myself, confide in myself and be alone by myself. I find peace being with me. If you can't deal with that, bug off. I don't want you and I very well don't need you. Whatever utterance you have, I don't want to hear. Shove whatever your mouth wants to spill up your own ass. You ain't know shit about me.

Singapore is a stressful country

2007-08-15T23:24:00.000+08:00

My knees are turning weak and wobbly. Train rides are excruciating now. Anyway, did you know that the word "Mandarin" (as in court official not the language) comes from the Malay word, "Menteri". The word "compound" comes from the Malay word, "Kampung". Oh well. I just thought of mentioning it. Knowledge is meant to be shared.

Solemnization

2007-08-03T11:30:00.000+08:00

Today I attended hoN's brother solemnization. The Tok Khadi was seriously hilarious. Gone were the days where the Tok Khadi job was to simply sit on the cushion, hold the groom hand and say, "Aku nikah kan kau...". The now Tok Khadi give funny speech and jokes as well. It sure tone down the tensioned atmosphere, and I actually found myself listening to all that he had to say. One part that truly made us all cracked up was when he said how people pronounce "Astaghfirullahhalazim" as "AstaghfirullahHELLazim". As said by him, "Yang disebut "AstaghfirullahHELLazim". Kan nak minta masuk neraka tu". He continued, "Ada lagi satu tapi tak sepopular iaitu "AstaghfirullahHOLEazim". Ah masuk la lobang lobang neraka". You should have seen his gestures and facial expressions. Priceless.

The hantaran (dowry). Picture on the left are by the groom to the bride and on the right are from the bride to the groom. (I make it sound so confusing. Tsk)

The bride and groom. Nana, I know I don't need to remind you but... you are married! I can't believe it! So now I shall wait for little Nanois.

Presenting the four Camgigolos. Say... who killed the air steward?

Seriously they camwhore worse than I do with my friends. I even have a video of them doing the army drill, "Kekanan lurus..." And to think all four of them are much older than me.

Spot the three brothers and the three extras. Say... where's Bart?
And again, to think all of them are much older than me. But then, this are the same people who introduced me to laughter (think tears streaming from your eyes. that kind of hilarity) in the form of silly games and riddles at 3am in the morning. So what's not to love about a bunch of over-aged adults playing childish games eh?

And in case you were wondering the lack of yours truly in the pictures, well let's just say I was the photographer today. This is the first for I'm usually in the pictures and not the one clicking the button away. Tsk.

R21

2007-07-30T01:40:00.001+08:00

Alright I know this is long overdue. But I'll post it anyway.

Happy 21st Birthday to anak jepun Surya Tewi Bte Zulkipli!

I wish you and Mang the best in your love life. And remember, I ought to be the first friend you guys tell when you lovebirds plan on tying the knot :D
Here's to health and happiness, and ever lasting love.
Muacks.
(Oh. Susu, this is what you get for playing around with my camera. I bet you forget I still have your camwhoring alone pictures)

Stay at home

2007-07-17T22:27:00.000+08:00

I've been a good girl lately. It's always mum and syam and tv now.
Ok... staying at home can get really boring sometimes; and I can't believe I'm even going to say it - but it can be relaxing too. Minus your mum's nagging that is.

Mum and I watched thailand horror DVDs, catch up on things, share meals together, and I even watch Malay drama serials with her. I'm not a fan of Suria at all. They always play the same old drama series and shows. And the plot is always about love. Boring. Oh but mum filled me in on Anugerah. I watched it for the first time, 10 minutes to the end and I gotta say Maya will win.

So now we've both been procrastinating to watch erm. P.O.C.H.O.N.G. II. The DVD is right on my computer desk since few days ago. So how now mummy? Wanna watch it later? My brother chicken out because he said Asian horror scare the shit out of him. Well. I can understand. I still vividly remember the time when a bird flew into his room, and I was rudely awaken from my sleep to shoo the bird away. Oh Brothers.
So how mummy? Tsk. My mother doesn't even read my blog. Wakaka.

Happy 20th!

2007-07-15T22:54:00.000+08:00

Happy 20th Birthday to my "little" cousin, Md. Hilmee Bin Abdul Razak!!

He's the one in black, the white guy sitting on his lap is his little brother, Hariss. Anyway, goodness, we are finally 20, a young adult. And you're in NS now. How time flies... Remember when we were younger, you, me, Azhar and Mizah, we were cute little angels. Now we are all growing up so fast. Well technically, I'm still vertically challenge. My fondest childhood memory of you is at Arwah Atuk's Telok Blangah house. I saw you eating raw tomato and I also kpo, but I had one bite and gave the rest to you. Tsk.

I wish you the best of luck in life and a healthy life always.
InsyaAllah.

Headache

2007-07-11T23:51:00.001+08:00

I am having a bad headache, flu and dry cough.

Don't you just hate it when you have dry cough?

It's a waste of energy and breath. Not to mention the effort needed to cover your mouth for each cough. And the hunching of your shoulders as well.

School is starting in exactly two weeks time.
And school will be out in four years time. Pfft. What??!!
I'll be an old anak dara tua by then. 24 is intimidating.
InsyaAllah I hope everything goes well.
And yes, like I mentioned earlier, I'm having panic attacks.

What with the long journey to the west, the what-to-wear-today,
the assignments, the teaching, yada yada.
I should cut down my sugar intake. It'll give me sugar rush and I don't need the added stress.

I've watched transformers like erm... 3times?
Even played the game on hoNey's PSP.
Now I'm going to watch it again on DVD.
I have even memorised some of the lines.
Am I obsessed?

Or maybe I should watch Do Re Mi.

I miss watching P.Ramlee movies.

Goodnight dollybirds.

Not gone

2007-07-09T03:33:00.000+08:00

I have not ceased writing here.

I have just been busy and tired lately.

What with school starting in weeks time, I am getting sweaty palms.

I have picked up a new hobby. A lovely one.

I'll let you know when I have twenty posts.

Till then, take care lovely dollybirds.

The Birthday Girl.

2007-07-04T21:29:00.000+08:00

Happy 20th Birthday Asyura Binte Alias!

May Allah bless you with a good life.

Allah has already blessed me with a great friend who has a gold heart. (Duh. I was referring to you Syu Bam2)

Muacks. I hoped you enjoyed your 3rd July, last day of being a teenager.

Tsk. You know I adore you right?

I am moving.

2007-07-02T02:07:00.000+08:00

Kiss me and I'll tell you where.

The Beatles are lying.

2007-06-30T05:36:00.000+08:00

Can't buy me love as sung by The Beatles.
They are obviously lying.
This shoes are love.

Reebok Freestyle Hi Easter Classic Shoe Womens

Jessica Simpson Women's Roxi

"Pleaser" Hot Pink Gloss Pump 5" inch Heel

Laura Poretzky's Tompkins Wedge

Pending.

2007-06-30T02:22:00.000+08:00

Shocker.

I am bewildered to hear about the death of Chris Benoit.

Shit. I rooted for that guy in each of his match and now he's RIP.

I am going to miss the Crippler Crossface and that smile which reveals(ed) his missing tooth.

Damn. I don't give a hoot about what the press is saying, says, or said about the double murder.

For all I know, he's a legend. And I will always remember him as that.

P.e.r.i.o.d.
*

Onto another sad note,

Troll has pack his bags and is heading back to his home, the States.

What a waste. I was just enjoying his company.

Tata-titi-tutu Sprute.

You lucky bastard.

Proot...

2007-06-23T23:58:00.000+08:00

Before laxatives: Constipation
After laxatives: Diarrhoea

Why must things surface in the last minute?
Matriculation package to be sent this Monday.
(Read: 25th June!)
And I've just got hold of it today. Bollocks.

And... what? Today is Saturday?
Doesn't feel like it.

Psst... Anyone knows where I could get that extra long black leggings that end at the ankle?
Not those opaque and translucent ones.
That I have plenty. I want this.

Someone tell me now. Please... oks?
Night Dollybirds.

When you turn mid twenties.

2007-06-21T01:53:00.000+08:00

He had it planned for us to dine at Figs & Olive.

But when we were nearing Simei, we gave away the idea of going to Vivo.

Eatzi Steakhouse and Bistro. It was a heavy meal.

For me at least; what with starters, main course and dessert thrown at my face, in one go.

Nonetheless, my favourite part of all was when I forced him to chow down my Chocolate Mousse Cake with his eyes closed.

And lucky me, I got his reactions, expressions, and rest, on video.

And boy was he delighted and taken by surprise!
*

The word was well done. But I guess it slipped our minds. Tsk.

hoNey came to a conclusion that their cooking have a little of a Malay "lauk" taste.

I particularly like this picture of him. Ahaha.

Yummy! Erm. That's like chocolate right?

This man sure does love his food.
*
To the man who just turned 25, may you look ever young!
May Allah protect you and may us be together always.
InsyaAllah.
*
Happy 25th Birthday hoNey!

A dedication.

2007-06-19T23:27:00.000+08:00

Up till today, I am still receiving birthday wishes.
To the friends, the cousins, the guy, the makciks, the stranger, THANK YOU all.
And yes.. the popular greetings include my petite ness -
How I am a year older but not an inch taller. Thanks eh. Tsk.
Enough about my birthday already.

*
Now, Happy 21st to Rahman anak Zainal!
Mang mang mang, you are oldla!
I wonder if he have made a booking for a midnight R21 movie?
Tsk. See you soon with your Susu cap teko!

2 days...

2007-06-19T02:54:00.001+08:00

He took my camera and didn't return it until 18th June. So my sony cybershot was unable to snap pictures of us on 17th June. Brothers. Bummer.
*
*Pictures are taken using phone camera*
*

Thank you hoNey for Breeks.
And thank you for Arnolds' today.

For everything, thank you once again.
It's nice to have a guy. Tsk.
You know I love you right?
And yes, I do hear you say, "In two days".
: )

Exhausted.

2007-06-19T02:13:00.001+08:00

I am pooped from 3 straight days of celebrating the birthday.

To Bestie Fidz, Diana, Naz, Sue. Thanksla korang!

From the kiwi, peach and strawberry cake, the Canadian pizza and fried chickens, the fruit tarts, the brownies and the presents of course.

And I heard someone burnt her fingers while trying to light this.

I guess blogs do come in handy!
It's just the cake I want!

The people who made it happen.

The "tanned" grizzly bear and the talking sunflower.

*
It must have been taxing preparing all this.

And the waiting for the birthday girl to arrive.

But we are even considering you guys made me carry all that home!

I hate you people for that. puik!

17th June. I am twenty.

2007-06-17T02:54:00.000+08:00

It wasn't planned. At all.
Ct texted and said she got a car. She offered us all to go rounding.
I wasn't sure that I was going.
I had the day planned with hoNey.
But he got called up for work, on his leave.
Bollocks. I know.
*

Went home and showered after some shopping at Chinatown.
Met Ct and Cra at 10.
Had Mcdonalds until my last seconds of being a teenager.

*In the car*

Darlin: O'oh, 1 more hour to go.

Diah: 1 more hour to what?

Darlin: To my birthday.
Diah: Wah! Da 18!
Kona: Diah! Kakak la yang 18!
The rest laughed their heads off.
The six of us camwhored all the way.
Greatness I tell you. Too say that I enjoyed myself would be an understatement.
And to think I am not into nightlife but camwhoring in the wee hours is pure fun.

Running fast in the rain to avoid paying another $1.73 per minute was pure adrenaline rush.

*While running*

Ct: Shitla.All together $12plus!

The rest: What?!! So expensive?

*After passing through the system*

All of us: Only $3.15?! Biar betul!
And the laughter continues throughout the drive home.

Singing in the car was pure madness.
*Hei hei you you*
Muacks la korang.

Ct with her Subaru.

The people in the backseat.

The supper at Macdies.

That 20th Birthday cake.
Purely coincidental that Ct mother asked her to bring along.

And they sang me a Happy Birthday song.
How lovely....

Kona, Cra, Darlin.

Ct, Eein, Diah.

The aftermath of hungry pigs.

Ct, the sergeant. Kona, the selenge cadet.

Six cousins. Six maniacs.

Diah with her red top and red fire extinguisher.

Ct with her green top and the green bin.
Darlin with the blue top and the blue bin.

It was as if nobody was looking.

The policeman was looking and getting suspicious.

The five budak keciks.
Although I am the oldest among them. Tsk.

We wanted to jump.

But there were people passing by. Tsk.

And when no one was looking.

1, 2, 3... GO!

We jumped alot.

Now we're just catching our breath.

Diah and her possessed face. Creepy.

Pure madness. Certified camwhores.

We stole that trolley. Okie okie. We did give it back.
*
I can't wait for later.
To the five of you, thank you.
I am twenty.
And I am loving it.
For now : )

a day away from a day old.

2007-06-16T04:44:00.001+08:00

Zam Zam or Victory.

We chose Victory all the time.

But I'm having doubts now. We went on Thursday.

Now it's 5am Saturday morning and I'm still having tummyaches.

Bad bad curry. Urgh. This is a first.

We are camwhores.

Today's date read 16th June.

Come tomorrow, teenage years will be a thing of the past for me.

I am hyperventilating.

His would be in 5 days time.

Mid twenties. tsk.

I wonder whose birthday will be harder to grasp.

Mine or his. You reckon?

With Love.

2007-06-14T02:03:00.000+08:00

Graduation. Preparation for the ceremony was an agony. Ask hoN. He will tell you the ordeal that I had to go through finding the perfect FORMAL WEAR.

The six-est. Three years of my life with them. From left: Ju Mummy with daughter Ika, Putri, Susu cap teko, Syura bam2, Darlin and Dolly anak dollah.

And then there were three left to camwhore.

Dad and Mummy. Thank you for for everything.

And in case you are wondering what I wore underneath that Graduation attire...

I know. It's not formal at all.
Heck none of the six-est wore formal.
All eyes were on us when we walked down the slope to the waiting room. Tsk tsk.
It was our day; so why abide by the "appropriate attire" rules.
I adore my members. I hope to see them dollybirds again. Soon.

Seven days hoN.

Wasted.

2007-06-10T04:13:00.001+08:00

And yes. I am still very much awake after my previous entry.

Its 4.15am. I can't get my arse off this chair so I thought why not bloghop.

The horror!

It certainly is sad when I see girls younger than me, looking much older than I do.

Seriously. All those poses with your boob exposed in your sexed up and bikini shots, all that tongue action with your boyfriend, all that pictures and endless entries about you and your friends clubbing. Big yawner. I needn't need to read the post. I just scroll for pictures. It's your goddamn business if you want to wreck your life.

But by you posting those pictures, you are opening up to judgements.

You are a minor. Sixteens. Some seventeens.

And yes. I am that bored.

I hate June holidays practically because this young tyrants are free to roam the city.

And whoever made the law that allowed teenagers to go pubs when the legal drinking age is 21? Enforce laws that are logical, not for the sake of it. And now that the number of gang fights are jet high, who is to blame?

Good teenage years wasted.

Soon, we shall no longer be acknowledged as Asians.

I reckon people call us Westerners.

We're so hyped up about their culture. Too fixated until our own customary origins are long forgotten and abandoned.

So come on people. Let us hold our ground.

We aren't a bunch of fanatic copycats, or are we?

Let us live by this statement;

"Your accent and your background will set you apart, and only the truly ignorant will disregard"

Strawberries. Kiwi. Mangoes.

2007-06-10T02:42:00.000+08:00

It's ten minutes to 3 in the morning.
An hour early of Gwen Stefani's 4 in the morning song.
I am akin to that song. It's just keep playing in my head.
Though at times the lines are corny and through the song, the Paris Hilton alike voice just gets really annoying. Though I have to admit in the video she looks awesomely hot.
But her arse seems kind of flat. As compared to Jessica Biel.
*
Enough talk about Hollywood.
I ought to be sleeping. Tomorrow will be a full day exercise. Cardio, cardio and just more cardio I guess. Argh crap. Tomorrow I will be forced to run after 12345678 days of not running. I can certainly sprint fast but long distance runs aren't suited for me.
Simply because I have a erm... stamina deficiency. Tsk.
Come tomorrow I will have fresh long red marks.
A pre - thanks to skipping. Here's proof of previous "skip marks".

Mummy said I should stop abusing myself. Ahaha.

Anyhow, past few days have been hectic.

Wednesday was shopping spree at Johor.

Thursday was tea session at NTU / NIE which was then followed by lunch at SIM and the whole day spent slacking at Ngee Ann Poly's library.

Friday was grocery shopping with mummy.

And saturday was "bird war", Kenduri and Vivo with hoN.

I'll explain more about the "bird war" in later entries.

I looked like a cross between an SAF officer and Spartan warrior trying to persuade that huge pigeon out of my brother's room.

Believe me. It took me and Abg Nor an estimated 2 hours to do so.

Till then. I am hitting the sack.

Laters dollybirds.

Hello Audrey. Goodbye Marilyn.

2007-06-05T01:52:00.000+08:00

After two days straight of sleeping at 6am, I'm hitting the sack early tonight.

I feel like shit. Yesternight was hyper. Now I'm just sluggish.

Yet another thought came through.

Monroe has nice bodily curves. One that many men love and perceives only full - grown women will have. Yet Hepburn is my prefered choice.

The word is lean. As Effendi pointed to me. Lean. Not thin. Am I in a state of denial? Refutation. Heh.
Oh. hoNey should sooo fatten up.
I can see your rib cage potruding. Emaciation? I'll go bonkers if you are.

And whoever said that only grown - ups have tattoo?

Go Jared - Beng. Tsk.

Goodnightttttttttttttttt................

Would I look this gorgeous in my 40s?

2007-06-04T00:24:00.000+08:00

Among all the other celebrities...

I find her stunning. Big blue eyes. Those brunette strands.

She turns me on.

Yes you do, Courteney Cox Arquette.

I hope those speculation about her considering plastic surgeries are bollocks.

Heck, I'll freak if she went under the knife.

Will I be such a head turner in my 40s?

Only time will tell.

psst: thankie fidzzzzzzo.

Lap ko banyak2.

I want a new dress.

2007-06-03T03:25:00.000+08:00

I know.

When I do blog, I post multiple entries.

Now, since my 20th birthday is coming, in 14 days time,

I want new things.

I know. I shouldn't be pinching someone else's money but it's my 20th.

So please...

I want a new dress.

Strike that. I want many dress.

Not new. Not "a".

I want it vintage.

Think mod.

To aid you, here's a list of what I want.

I know. Shoot me for being like this.

All selective and demanding. Puik.

a. A yellow trapeze dress.

b. A yellow pump.

c. Round frame yellow or hot pink sunglasses.

d. Vincci black or hot pink patent chain sandal.

e. Purple babydoll mini dress.

f. Leopard shoulder bag.

g. Mod print mini dress.

h. River Island red opaque tights.

i. Lipstick red clutch or purse.

And the list goes on and on.

Oh don't forget gold jewelleries.

Love them.

And of course. One can never go wrong with plain white tops.

Tanks, Racer, Cap sleeve, etc. Instant chic.

Make is the smallest size can? Tsk tsk.

It's better if someone gives me money (lots).

Then I can go shop for the things.

Something must be utterly wrong with me today.

I'm not usually like this. Honest.

But nevertheless, do get me something within my "I wish" list ks.

Ahaha. I'm kidding. I think. tsk.

p/s: I want fruit cake for my birthday.

One with kiwis, mangoes and strawberries, and thin slice of almonds.

Can?

All Pictures.

2007-06-03T01:35:00.000+08:00

Right.

If you read the post title, it says: All Pictures.

But I'm way too tired to upload all.

So just this one for now.

I love this two year old to bits.

Adorable, mischievious, I adore her with all my heart.

hoNey, I want to kidnap her can?

Picture was taken at the playground.

She was scaring me with a, "BArggghhh"

Ahaha. Muacks to you Jorin.

Teacher Lin loves you.

Always.

Fifth month of the year.

2007-05-27T11:28:00.000+08:00

If there ever was an award for World's Worse Blogger, I think I would earn that hands down. What with my last entry dating back to early April. Shoot me.

Some things that happen on May.

Labour day: Start of high fever.

4th May: Climax to 39.9 degrees.

4th May: My dad 51st Birthday.

20th May: Bestie Diana 20th Birthday.

20th May: Cousin Abag Nor 23rd Birthday.

30th May: Last day of work.

I miss them brats. Seriously. Sometimes I wish I am still working there.

Once you built that bond with them, you get so attached.

Trust me. I hated the idea of working in childcares but I just love children too much.

What with them saying "I love you Teacher Lin" and hugging on to you so tightly.

Think baby orangutans clinging to their mums.

Damn. I miss the kisses and hugs.

I miss the laughters. I maybe insane if I say I miss their cries.

But I do.

I may not continue my path as an Early Childhood Educator but I respect those who do.

And for those ignoramous with the thinking that all we do is just wipe ass, screw you. Haven't you people, who put your children in childcares, ever wonder who taught your children their foundation in language and numeracy?

Taught them well until they keep humming that ABC or Incy Wincy Spider song all the way home.

Who caringly nurture them for more hours in a week than the parents do?

Who dearies.

Every profession, be it a janitor or a CEO,

has to have some degree of respect.

Now, seemingly we are known as civilised and educated people

Or are we really?

Can we show some respect to them Educators?

We shall.

Shall we?

Take care dollybirds.

Up the attitude morons.

2007-04-06T13:35:00.000+08:00

Insensitive Commuters Behaviour (ICB)

I came up with this term for many of you who made my public ride, nauseating.

I have to write this.

And I know that if I do, others may think "Get a life. Look at yourself in the mirror"

But then again. I would say to you. Bug off. My life. My words. My says.

STOP taking my pictures you morons with no more than 2 brain cells!

I know I should have just walked up to you and slam your handphone right on that train floor but I didn't. And I wished I did.

Too late for regrets. Too many of them morons.

Next time, I will do as I have mentioned.

Bunch of arseholes.

Nyonyas. Apeks. Stop pushing me around will you?

Funny how some old folks think that when they're old, they get away with practically anything and everything.

Their secret weapon? A faint, feebly smile. Puik.

I do have some comapssion for some, but others are just simply intolerable.

Nudging my elbow with their bags, getting too close to me that I could almost hear them breathe. Simply because they want to get to the front of the line or a seat. Pathetic.

Poseurs. Without you people, life would be boring.

Why? Simply because you people are the twenty cents worth of gossip I always indulge myself in. The world need wannabes. I am not complaining. Just amuse. Keep entertaining ks?

Anyhow, I wish to have a few things done before the month of June.

Firstly, get a new haircut.

My angular bob which I had done professionally back in Octoer is fugly.

My hair now is a safe bob. Those worn by 40 50s year old.

Yuck. I need a new bob cut. Probably the first picture.

Secondly, I need to shed a few pounds.

I need to exercise. But I hate to. All those crunches and leg raise bores me.

I slim? keke. Nah. I'll give that a pass.

Thirdly, the auction for the Mexican Trapeze dress is finally over.

Sad sad. I can't do online banking because I do not have them Mastercard.

I want a Trapeze dress. I've been eye-ing it since February.

Fourthly, I need a new shoe. Scrap that. I need new heels and sandals.

Pronto. I will wear my favourite pair of footwear until the sole runs dry and my heels are screaming, "Go get yourself a new one! I'm all used up!"

Any takers? I'm a size 5. Oh. I do not like them girly2 heels ok? :D

Lastly, I need to stop being a fast food junkie.

I can be eating Macdees in the afternoon and them Long John's during the night.

Stop me before I suffer from any health issues.

People help me ok?

I'm starting to drink green tea now.

I guess that's a good start. You reckon?

When time fly by like a lightning strike.

2007-04-06T01:00:00.000+08:00

I marvel at how each day starts and ends.

Somedays slow. Other times, fast.

As the old saying goes, "Time fly by fast when you're having fun".

It sure does.

I haven't had a proper time to relax. I'm uptight and forever cranky.

If there is such thing as forever.

My daily routine consist of dressing up, nurturing young monsters,

dressing up again, caregiving them brats.

When time permits, I get to have fun. And be happy.

Goodbye misery, hello temporary sunshine!

With hoNey. With dvds. With friends.

How about family you might ask?

It's an everyday thing.

Family. I love my mother oh so very much : )

pssst: Thank you mummy for the breakfast you make for me every morning, though I have to confess I only eat them for lunch. Mummy, I can't eat breakfast, remember?

I need a breather.

I need time for myself.

What a joke. A big fat one. I always make time for myself.

That is why none; zilch, nada, of you there knows me.

Truthfully. Oh come on. Admit it.

If I were to share my life stories with you, what would be left for me then?

Privacy would be non - existence.

And I treasure, cherish and guard my privacy.

Before you start comparing me to many of you out there who swears by sharing secrets and whatever-else-hoo-haa, I have one thing to say.

People must come to understand that not
everyone is like everybody.
Not everyone thinks like everybody.
Not everyone feels like everybody.
Not everyone is like everybody.

And I am not everybody...

Burnt out, confused, depressed.

2007-03-17T02:00:00.000+08:00

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.

2007-03-14T13:38:00.000+08:00

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.

2007-03-10T20:46:00.000+08:00

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.

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.

2007-03-10T20:00:00.000+08:00

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.

2007-03-09T20:29:00.000+08:00

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.

2007-03-07T19:55:00.000+08:00

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.

2007-03-06T14:29:00.000+08:00

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

2007-03-05T15:05:00.000+08:00

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.

2007-03-04T00:21:00.000+08:00

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.

2007-03-03T15:01:00.000+08:00

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?

2007-03-02T12:05:00.000+08:00

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.

2007-03-01T02:41:00.000+08:00

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.

2007-03-01T02:32:00.000+08:00

Mod sixties fashion.

Love it.

Period.

Totally need this.

2007-02-28T15:47:00.000+08:00

I need to add this to my collection.

Wait. Let's rephrase. I deserve this.
Found it on some online LJ. I won't tell you the add.

I'm stingy that way.
hoNey. I am deprived, remember? kekeke.

The truth behind McSpicy.

2007-02-27T00:30:00.000+08:00

I know what you are thinking.
"WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?"

Well. Here's a little story especially for you.

I believe many of us love consuming the spicy burger from Macdees.
I sure do. So does he. So does everyone else I know.
Alright. I'll just lay the bomb and stop beating around the bushes.
I love playing with my food. I love to slice them up to examine their "inside".
So that picture above was what I found.
Fats. Fats. Fats. Tons of it. Gooey isn't it?

Don't you worry. You and I can still continue to patronise our favourite burger outlet.
As a matter of fact, I just had it for lunch today.
Just DO remember to remove them gooey, nasty cholestrol!
YUMMY!

hoNey kiss me.

2007-02-26T00:23:00.000+08:00

This is who I am.

My pretence.

We're still together, still going strong.

2007-02-25T15:54:00.000+08:00

You're still the one I run to.
The one that I belong to.

You're still the one I want for life.

You're still the one that I love.

The only one I dream of.

You're still the one I kiss good night.

Thirty months and still holding on.

I love you hoNey.