i badly wanted to watch the Arsenal game. All we needed was a win, and for MU to lose. (the latter did not disappoint me)
The homeboys wanted to leave early and watch the Liverpool MU game, and since my car was a bit effed up, beggars cant be choosers ey?
Clad in an Arsenal jersey (pinjam Iylia punya because mine has sos cili all over the front), dengan penuh animated nya i made an entrance at the mamak stall, only to find out that our table was sooooo far behind that i could barely make out the screen in front of me, nampak hoodie mamat tinggi kat depan je. Cis.
Not having enough sleep, campur lagi dengan paranoid sebab ada dua abang polis duduk dekat meja belakang (yes, in case you dont know, police terrifies the shit out of me, for no good reason). this was what happened:
Last last, the boys left after MU dengan penuh kemaluan kalah 2 nil to Livvie. And i DID NOT GET TO WATCH THE ARSENAL MATCH SECARA LIVE.
Nasib baik blk bilik the video was already up. Sheesh.
Moral of the Story : Tak payah poyo pakai jersey if ur not even gonna be watching the match.
i blissfully walked into my neighbour's house, with the intention of borrowing something. i dont even remember what it was that i needed. (a cup of sugar, maybe? talk about old school ey? *grins*)
it was a huge mansion. i used to come over here as a kid, playing with Naqi's hundreds of remote controlled cars. (you know, those cars that uses petrol instead of batteries and whose price could probably pay for the down payment for a starter car).
his room was a kid's Disneyland back then. it had everything, everything that a 7 year old girl could wish for. (ok so perhaps i was a bit boyish back then. he didnt have any dolls.)
so, anyway, back to the present, I walked into his house, only to find that he was out. His brother was home tho. Fresh (jet lagged, more like it) out of a flight from somewhere abroad.
I had never met him before. 21 years in the neighbourhood, and i have never seen him. Not once. He studied abroad pretty much his whole life (minus about 4 years of his childhood, during which i was not even born yet).
He was astonishingly jaw-dropping good looking. And he flirted. Which is always a good thing. ;)
He kept me company for that few hours, waiting for Naqi to come back from wherever he was. And a delightful company, he was.
My bubble burst when his GIRLFRIEND popped by later, all protective and claws all over him. Ah well, what do you expect? He was an Adonis. Id probably do the same if i was her. (oh but on second thoughts, i wont. I prefer to play the Cool Girlfriend Card. LOL)
It was turning to be quiet a telenovela scene. And i decided to go home and come back another day before the Girlfriend pours a bucket of ice on my head. (it certainly seemed like the idea crossed her mind).
Over the few short weeks, i saw more and more of Naqi's brother. (who, by then, has pretty much worn me over).
And it took my entire self-control not do the Chandler dance, when he told me that he broke up with her. (i believe the breakup had a lot to do with me)
There we were, sitting on the couch. Me on his left, him in the middle, and Naqi at the other end. Pretending to watch the stupid movie which Naqi wanted to see. And i noticed that his hands crept closer to mine, and soon, my tiny palm was wrapped in his not so tiny one.
Swooning, i was.
And then, i realized two things:
One :21 years knowing Naqi's family, and its a well known fact that Naqi was an only child. He DOES NOT have any siblings.
Babi. Aku mimpi. Bloody vivid dream, at that.
Two : Dalam mimpi pun aku jadi boyfriend-stealer? Tahniah la Sha.
It was already 3 am. And i have to send in my assignment at the deserted and supposedly haunted academic building.
I just got back from mamak with 3 other friends, and i dragged them along to accompany me. (Scary kot nak naik block yang isolated tu tengah tengah malam!)
I went up Building 1 with one friend (A), leaving the other two (B and C) in the car. We went up and quickly stuffed my assignment in the lecturer's mini postbox. We were going to head back to the car when i got a brilliant idea to scare the other two scaredy cats.
Instead of heading back the way we came, A and I took the long way and walked to Building 2 instead. We came down and walked back to the car from Building 2.
As soon as we slammed the door shut, B and C were busy complaining because we kept them waiting for close to half an hour when we shouldve been done within 5 mins or so.
The whole time, A and I kept quite and did not say a single word. We were trying to spook the other two. The plan was to keep quite and after the car has moved, i was going to text B (subtly, of course) something that goes like :
Where are you? im already down here but i cant find your car. did you park somewhere else or have you left without us?
I have already composed the text message and switched off the background light of my phone. It would only take me one click of a button to send the message and watch B and C freak out. I sniggered silently at my brilliant plan.
B : Why did you guys come down from Building 2? I thought the lecturer's office is in Building 1? *silence* B : Dude!! Why the hell did you come down all the way from the other building? What happened? *silence* B : Why are you so quiet?? *silence*
Its starting to turn out to be a pretty good show.
The drive back from the academic building to our hostel is a pretty lengthy one and there were barely any lights along the road. It was spooky, indeed. Plus, we have heard plenty of gory stories about the road that we were currently driving along. You know, the kind of stories that will keep you up at night.
I could tell that B and C were starting to freak out.
At the darkest point of the road, i sent my message.
The whole while, i kept my eyes on B to see if she's gonna check her phone. I wouldnt miss her reaction for the world. Surprisingly, B's phone did not make a sound.
A whole 30 seconds later, a reply came in :
What the hell are you talking about? Im still down here waiting for you. Im parked at the same place i dropped you off just now. What's taking you so long? We've been waiting for you for half an hour already. Get your ass down here already! We're starting to get goosebumps waiting for you. Hurry up!!
At the same time, I could hear a disturbing chuckle coming from the front seat.
My speedometer has gone awry. Has been for the past year or so. It simply wont budge from 0, even when im already using the 5th gear. tsk.
I went back to KL and my dad kicked up a fuss about me getting a summon because i was going 114 at a 90km/h road.
Dad : Ni macam mana blh kena saman ni? Me : Mana tasha nak tau! Speedometer rosak kot. Tasha agak agak je la. 90 denan 114 takde la different sangatt. Dad : An experienced driver should know how to estimate the speed. Awak dah berapa lama drive, tak kan tak blh agak lagi kot? Me : Macam mana tasha nak agak? Sama jeeee. Kereta depan laju, tasha laju la. Dia slow, tasha slow la. Dad : Boleh estimate la. Pakai angin pun orang blh estimate.
Later on that day, in the car,
Me : *with one hand out the window* hmmmmm, i rasa speed kita sekarang 80. Ami : oh tak tak. sensor u salah. sekarang 75. Me : ehh you salah laaa. i baru pergi service sensor tadi. sekarang 80. *speeds a little* ok, sekarang 82.
Pfft. Yes Papa, you're right, i can totally estimate the speed just by giving the wind a lil hand job feel. I know you're pissed because i was caught by the bleepin speed trap and was just trying to come up with ways to scold me. Harap maaf tapi bukan saya yang rosakkan speedometer, dia rosak sendiri.
hint : please repair kan speedometer blh tak Papa? thank you. :)
hello hello. ive been doing the disappearing act, blame UTP's internet connection.
since ive been quite the hermit, i dont have anything much to tell you lot. (unless, if you wanna hear all about my Ocean & Coastal Eng. yaks, that is)
oh. due to the sucky-ass connection in the hostel, we went to the mamak nearby (funny how 'mamak' is a noun nowadays) ladened with laptops. (ok tak. bukan laptops, laptop je sebenarnya. sorang je yang bawak laptop, yang lain menyibuk nak check Facebook masing masing. ok tipu lagi sekali. yang lain tak ambik port, saya sorang je yang check Facebook kacau kerja orang)
My friend was Googling her study thingies when three mamaks crowded her. "Kasi buka Tamil.com la dey" "Cuba you kasi transfer itu Hindi songs kasi saya bole ka"
who wouldve thought that revising on Malaysian Studies would make me fall in love with Malaysia's visionary, Tun Mahathir. (to all haters, scram. i dont need you here)
He was intelligent indeed. And im scared that Malaysia will never again see the likes of Tun M.
When people speculated and questioned his decision to start an organization, producing our own national cars, they said :
"How the hell are we gonna produce cars when we cant even produce something as small as needles?"
"If we can produce cars, how hard can it be to produce needles?"
And when everybody else was busy selling out their countries to the IMF (International Monetary Fund), he was dead determined that we could survive without the foreign help. And surprisingly to others, we did.
Instead of succumbing to the Western investors whose plan was to buy our Ringgit many times over, resulting in an increase of our Ringgit value (and thus, giving them the absolute power over our country), Tun tied our Ringgit instead.
Ringgit Malaysia could no longer be taken out of the country (well, they could, but in mild moderation of course) and this pretty much restrained the foreigners from playing with our currency as if they were Play-Doh.
Smart move, indeed. Im scared in behalf of the country if never again will Malaysia's politician be as smart as Che Det was. Im afraid that there wont be a scrap of nationalists in our generation.
Should that prediction ever come true, im afraid i would have to turun padang (cheewah, berangan).
p/s : now Mummy, arent you proud of me for blogging about intellectual issues for once? :)
omg omg omg omg omg (sambung baca omg for the next seven minutes)
i just wasted a few hours of my life browsing through malaysia's gossip blogs. waaaargggh tertekan nya aku. tension sampai rasa macam nak bakar computer.
i CANNOT fathom how absolutely conservative close minded nya Malaysians are. And im sorry to report that most of them are Malays.
Now, now, im not going all "oooooh, im the New Age Malay and im better than them all" (though from what ive just read, perhaps maybe i am)
its just that.. okay.. lemme start this again.
*takes a deep breath*
So, some stupid moron who's probably trying to make money out of publishing craps about Malaysian artist, releases all this stupid 'articles' that wouldnt make much sense pun if the person that theyre writing about is not an artist in the first place.
(atau mungkin dia teringin nak glamour, tapi takde talent, so dia blog la walaupun writing talent pun takde and they Facebook stalk people as a source to their craps)
It's one thing nak gossip about celebrities, tapi cerita such as:
"Artis A tweeted that she wants to go to the pasar malam today" "Artis B dilihat menjual air pink guava di pasar malam kepada Artis A" "Adik Artis C pakai seluar atas lutut di pasar malam yang sama"
Weyy seriously, ADA AKU KESAH??
As if that's not enough, they write stupid stories about the so called celebrities' adik, mak, kakak, abang, bapak, nenek, posman, ketua kampung. Ahh complete lah semua.
These people's Facebook (dan lain lain) were raided and pics yang takde la teruk mana pun was published and points were exaggerated.
OK. Maybe ada lah some indecency. But i dont think they deserve such crude and tasteless comments.
If you were to read the comments, you would think that the pictures were taken out of Playboy's middle spread.
Habis la semua benda diorang salahkan. Keluar hadis and sunnah, but then again, you people still check the site religiously anyway!
Cari apa? The latest nude picture and 3gp? Hoping to see some cleavage and camel toes?
*shakes head* korang sama je laaa.
As if la the comments that they gave were so membina kan. In the end, they will squabble with one another over each other's comments. Korang gaduh gaduh pun, bukannya artis tu baca pun comment tu. Pshh.
Yang paling zomg nya, even about non-muslim artist pun they wanna kick up a fuss. BIAR LAAA orang tu nak minum wine ke, pegang a bottle of Tiger ke. The keyword is Non-Muslim. Tak payah sibuk boleh tak?
i feel like a dumbass now. my intention was just to get a few laughs at the expense of other's stupidity. tapi last last sendiri yang rasa bodoh.
and needless to say, im ashamed of some Malaysian's stupidity and lameass comments. memalukan sungguh.
please la dol, go and read up on some better form of reading material. Banyak lagi literature works you can read on. Kalau kau memang tak reti nak appreciate good literature, paling paling pun pergi la baca Soccernet ke, cari recipe buat choc chip cookies ke.
You're just scamming on other's popularity and are just upset that you're not as famous as they are. And it SHOWS, goddammit.
Im serious. Go get a life. And stop trying to take part in somebody else's. Orang tu tak kenal pun kau.
Ive wasted enough time. Im gonna go wash my hair off now.
Friends, this is an overused picture of Damien. My first baby. I lost him when he failed to fully digest a hamster that i fed him because UTP was fogging for Aedes 3 times a week. (Bodoh. nak bunuh nyamuk Aedes, python aku yang mati!)
Ok. ok. feeding him hamster, was my fault. fogging terlebih lebih. UTP's fault. :P
(yes kawan kawan, ini la cara nak be in denial and blame others for ur own mistake. please take note. heheh)
Now, this is Rocky. I babysat him for Syafiq a while back. He wasnt as tame as Damien though, tapi blh la kan, janji ada. Heheh.
The big news!!! Syafiq has already gotten me a new ball python as a bday present!! Wheee!
Im thinking of naming him Casper. Bajet la, so he'd be like, hantu Damien yang rise from the ashes. *spooky song*
On another note altogether, Arsenal has been winning the last few games. Which is a relief after tersungkur to both Manchesters. Though, they won over Fulham and Olympiacos, (so takde la bangga gila).
Well, keep it up boys, make mommy proud. :)
Aaaaaaand, the biggest news EVER! My baby is getting married!! Ive always said that id marry her if i were a guy. Tapi sayang nya im not, and thus, she's getting married to a real guy in two weeks time.
Though it makes me sad that i wont be able to attend her akad nikah, (dammit aaa. siapa nak sponsor flight ticket pergi US?) im getting all giddy planning on my bridesmaid dress. hehehe.
ok. saya kena belajar rajin rajin. so that saya dapat kerja gaji banyak, bonus 16 bulan. so that saya blh pergi US tgk wedding cinta hati saya. Sekian terima kasih.
Day 01— Your favorite song Day 02 — Your favorite movie Day 03— Your favorite television program Day 04 — Your favorite book Day 05 — Your favorite quote Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad Day 09 — A photo you took Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy Day 13 — A fictional book Day 14 — A non-fictional book Day 15 — A fanfic Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly) Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.) Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy Day 19 — A talent of yours Day 20 — A hobby of yours Day 21 — A recipe Day 22 — A website Day 23 — A YouTube video Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy Day 25 — Your day, in great detail Day 26 — Your week, in great detail Day 27 — This month, in great detail Day 28 — This year, in great detail Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy