whadefujhappenned

*edited friday 06/10/06 3:15am on the restaurant part because there is a very slight possibility i might get sued.

since i've not been online in a long long while, i'll condense everything i want to say into a small few paragraphs.

first off, the reason why i haven't been around for a whole week. not that the whole internet is shook by my absence, but i feel i should give an explanation. or maybe i just love talking hahahaha. my modem broke down. well..sorta. i've been using mobile phone's modem to connect to the internet via bluetooth. all credits goes to the one and only Kevin Loh. so what happened was that my laptop's bluetooth device broke down, not the modem so hmmyeahhh..... now i'm just online using prepaid dialup. SO SLOW! pathetic? it's not too bad really, it teaches me patience.

been enjoying lazing in the house without having to go to school *yay* because we're having exams. but since my final paper was last saturday, i have an extra week off WaHAHA!

i've been to fel's twice. the first time, she turned me into a raccoon. grrr. she took a picture of it. i DARE you to post it up fel, i'll sue you for abuse. i didn't even see that coming, fel! i always thought you were a nice girl. after that incident, i don't know if i will ever trust you again. LOL.

past few days were spent on watching LOST season 2. i am so sure Claire was not pregnant because her boobs were tiny. at least make her look like she was lactating!! can't wait for season 3.

read 2 books by Nicholas Sparks, both borrowed from Fel. he has such brilliant brainchild.

TODAY.

• watched JackyChan's (last movie) Rob-B-Hood with fel and michelle. it was hilarious! i'd definitely watch it again, maybe with shenny cause she hadn't watched it. the baby is SO CUTE! michelle said the baby and his mother came to hongkong as tourists and were spotted so the baby became an actor in the movie. wah cool. instant celebrity baby.
  
• sungkai at ******** with shenny and jung, dining on so-unworthy-of-my-money combo. i know i'll make an evil cruel food critic if i ever become one, and it's because i noticed 3 things which i will tell you:
  

1. our waiter was SO blur. he spent most of his time looking into space and did not hear what i said about three times, going "huh?", did not ask to be excused and went away abruptly to his fellow waiter when he wasn't sure about something about the menu. pfft. fine. ******** is not fine dining anyway so yeah, it's okay. and i guess the poor guy must've acted that way from starving the whole day after puasa-ing. heh, im feeling kind.
   
2. Sprite Ice tastes smells like Harpic, you know, that thing you use to wash your toilet bowls. no, i had not drunk any Harpic, i had only smelled it and the Sprite tasted like the smell in my tongue. aiiii i don't even know how to explain. but i am never going to drink sprite ice again. or maybe, just maybe, ******** washes their glasses using Harpic. OR THEY WASH THEIR GLASSES IN TOILET BOWLS??? am i going to get sued for writing this?
   
3. i know shenny said it would be mean to blog about this but i can't help it. so here: there is a moustached woman serving people in the restaurant. just so that i can redeem myself, i will not mention which restaurant it was that i dined in gadong. Oops, did i just let the cat out of the bag? well, there are many restaurants in gadong, you go figure which one it was.

why am i so concerned about it? you see, i do think the woman is nice, and she's a wonderful waitress, but she wears makeup. what's wrong with it you ask? since she wears make up, it's safe to assume she cares about her appearance. so why doesn't she realise she has a moustache and why doesn't she shave it or wax it or whatever? that's like..showering, spritzing on perfume, wearing a hot tank top but making people realise you DID NOT shave your armpits when you raise your arms dancing the night away in the club. WHAT THE HELL, i don't know what it is, being a hypocrite? go all the way! remove that hair growing on your upper lip! or foremouth! whatever! i've grown pass naming face parts. i don't even know what's nostrils anymore. (just kidding)

jung was sitting 50m away and he sees it. whether he has super-vision or it was THAT obvious, you tell me. shenny says, "maybe that's her way".

of what? attracting men? "ooh baby, i have some hair on my upper lip, why don't you come over to my place and shave it for me?" sexy? maybe. i'm not a man and im not a lesbian.

alright, just so you don't hate me for posting that little piece of my mind, i will confess that i am not perfect. heck, i've got bad skin, bad hair, bad nails, bad everything. so don't hate me. LOL.

p.s. - teo, i do not have issues with body hair, i have issues with hypocrites.

I SO SMART I TELL YOU!

enough with all the recent serious posts. let's have something light today.

first of all it's Jenny's birthday today and i don't know if she'll ever check this blog but
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! welcome to the 18's. hehe.

okay, now i shall go on and bore you with every single detail of my yesterday.

i woke up in my sister's room again. this time it's not because of my messy room (how do you sleep on a bed piled with heaps of clothes?) but my allergy. that's right, the allergen is in my room. i hate to say this but my mom was right. my room is like a muzeum of all sorts of pathogens.

i've been waking up all by myself for the past few days. no alarm clock and no mother screaming. so kiang. if this were a wacky tv script,
my mom would say
"daughter, i'm so proud of you, you are finally growing up."
and i would say
"siaw."

i don't understand why my mother is the kind that would let us have burgers and fries for breakfast.

i also don't understand why my mother would think that just because it's raining, we have to rush, just because it's raining there will be traffic jam. WHY? is it true? but even if you stress about what can you do? you still end up caught in the jam right? why rush then? why not relax, grow less grey hair, enjoy breakfast more, no need to scream at the children. children have fragile souls you know. must treat them with tlc. and i am a child. YES.

and then i finally got to school. i had an exam, it was Literature day! i love literature. "ET TU BRUTE!" yeah, that's the only line i know from Julius Caesar. so much for the love. payling kept saying to herself "die lo, die lo, die lo, die la, die la, never mind la, give up la," but after ten times of that, she was still holding on to her book, die hard. die hard. caesar died hard.

Sky bumped into me and my pencil case dropped. after a long smirk, he refused to pick it up and left me there being laughed by everyone who saw (witnesses: payling, jenny and shenny). i dont like him very much. (the truth is I bumped into him). what? funny kah? i didn't say you laughed.

sitting in a damn huge hall with not enough air conditioners to write a 2 hour 2x900words essay is NOT amusing. it is ALSO not amusing when you have to wear tudong. NEITHER was it amusing when someone's phone rang in the hall during the exam.

IQBAL WEARS SPECS NOW HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
"i can take off my specs. you can't take off your fats."
ouch.
*above conversation took place telepathically.

i saw a very very cute little boy in chms and i thought he looked like doraemon. the last time i thought someone looked like doraemon was 4 years ago and i thought our notorious cikgu ali AHMAD of the malaydepartment looked like doraemon.
cikgu ali AHMAD looked like this:

i could've sworn he was a twin of doraemon!

then i saw jenny at lunch in some random chinese kopitiam. i think she was following me. i think she was already hinting "REMEMBER, my birthday tomorrow!"

i spring-cleaned my room. i say spring-clean, not autumn-clean because i'm chinese and when chinese people do a thorough cleaning, they call it spring cleaning because they usually do it before chinese new year, which is in spring, but now i'm not doing it before chinese new year, it's actually quite a few weeks to mooncake festival but i don't care, i'm chinese, i call it spring-cleaning because it's a chinese term. beh song ah?

i am sure i eradicated EVERY SINGLE MICROORGANISM in my room because i shattered a sheet of glass from my cupboard, bonked the ceiling fan with my vacuum thing quite a few times and took every piece of furniture out of my room and ladeeda-dumdeedum. the truth- my aunt did all that for me, in return in tutor her son, my cousin, maths. what what? at least i broke the glass myself okay? you can meh?

and finally by the end of the day everything seemed to be done! wonderful! so i could start revising for the exam the next day. what was it again? biology. where's my biology text book? hmm....

1 text message received.

KELINTUN:
Lyn.. You forgot to take ur bio book..
You left it in my bag..


I TOLD YOU I WAS SMART.

Masks

She got off the bus, and her head was spinning. She felt sick to her stomach, but there was nothing she could do. No one would let her DO anything, which was probably why she hated them all so much. She KNEW she could take out this loser and beat him up so badly he'd never sit straight again....but no one would let her. He hurt her family, he'd have to go. She'd find SOME way to fix this.

......and then, she walked into school, and put on her mask. She flipped her blonde hair back and squealed, "OH MY GOD, HIIIIIIIIII!!! How was your weekend, darling?! Mine ROCKED!!!"

He stared over the junior quadrangle. He saw her, and his heart broke. Why? Not because he COULDN'T have her, but because he could. But the question was, did he want her, or did he want....the other one? This was so damn complicated, he couldn't pick between the two of them. This was a horrible choice to have to make, he knew he'd HAVE to break one of their hearts...but how the hell do you place a value on someone's love?

......and then, he picked up his bag, and put on his mask. He walked up to the group and went, "So are you going? YOU'RE JOKING, they're sold out ALREADY?! B*stards, they always sell out so damn quickly. Got mine though, Haaaah!"

She looked up. She always loved being in this classroom, it made her really happy to be here. No one would ever know this, but she loved being here so much more than people thought. She craved respect and recognition...she knew, of course, that they called her a bimbo and easy and a slut behind her back...but she couldn't help it. No one was nice to her when she tried. And she tried so hard....

......and then the teacher asked her a question, and she put on her mask. "Huuhh?" She said stupidly, "Um....I don't know...I left it at home."

He braced himself. Damnit. All because of that damn speech. So he couldn't be hilariously funny, big damn deal. He'd not expected to win this...the other guy's speech was absolutely hilarious. This was completely unfair, he KNEW he could be the best leader this school ever had. But SIMPLY because he couldn't pull off "Hyuk, and then, SHE FARTED!", he was being denied the opportunity. These stupid people couldn't tell chalk from cheese...heck, they couldn't tell great leader (him) from damn court jester (the OTHER guy), so he wouldn't be surprised.

......and then they called out his name, and he put on his mask. He stood up and graciously accepted the Vice Captain title with a "Thanks, guys! I'll definitely do my best, and I'd be honoured to be your vice."

The world, ladies and gentlemen, would be a much better place if we all just took off the masks. These are tales based (sometimes loosely, sometimes COMPLETELY ACCURATELY) on my real classmates, and it's amazing how sometimes, life itself transcends the need for exaggerations and drama.

Cheers,

Sawadikhap...

hello hello...


i just got back from thailand yesterday. bangkok was ok. rode in my unc's new 5 series bmw. and i was wondering if the cars in bangkok were that cheap. i mean..everywhere i see bimmer n mers. and owh. their cabs are toyota corollas which go by all sorts of colours - u name it, they have it. i have the pic of the pink cab thou but too bad i cudnt post it. btw, lately, i have a new obsession. CARS. yes. weird? maybe. its like, i love talking abt cars. uwh uwh. the new nissan looks so phat. =b hehe. ukayy. stop with the cars already.


So. let's talk abt what i did in thailand. kayy. i went for a tour. visited the grand palace, the reclining buddha, the standing buddha, the floating market, rose garden, suan lam and chatuchat's night market. i love thailand's night markets. you can ask for a cheaper prices, but that is IF u noe how to. * u noe they dont speak good english. so its freakinggly hard to understand* umm. well i didn't do much. it was a short trip. a 3-days trip.

and i only learnt 2 word out of this trip. 'sawadikhap' and 'kapkhonkha' which means welcome n thank you. HEHE.



So yeah. AS is up in 3 weeks time.and puasa is around the corner. bahh its cold - cause i am only wearing my bra n boxer - and should better be in the shower and get some lunch afterwards.

*smooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooochiiiiiieeessss* for all of you.

Legacy

It's all about leaving a legacy.

As usual, I post my disclaimer that NONE of this is really going to make sense.

In light of the nostalgic posts of late, Lyn's is WAY better than this one, so if you haven't read it, SKIP THIS ONE and read the one below.

I just realized something.

That all my life, since I was young, I've been obsessed with leaving something behind.

I've always been the type of kid who'll do something stupid, rash and impulsive just to be remembered, to be legendized. I rapped half my election speech for the School Captain elections. I've taken hundreds of FUGLICIOUS photos just to prove I was there. I've collected coins so my kids and their kids will look back on them fondly. I've kept a box of Keepsakes full of my most precious treasures so that someone will come across it in an attic some day and think, Wow, some life this girl had.

I keep a journal. I file all my poems neatly away in a big binder, prettily decorated in silver marker. I author a blog and co-author a second. I collect all sorts of random nonsense with the hope that I'll sometime pass it down (jewellery, stamps, miniature tea sets, lockets....)

And I just realized the common link between all these things: A deep rooted desire to leave a bit of myself behind. A strange fear of being lost in the sands of time. I wonder if everyone is like this, if EVERYONE is as much of an ORGANIZED hoarder as I am!

Inside my heart is a girlish desire that someone will open a locket in the year 2095 and go, "What a pretty girl, I wonder what her story is." and on the other side of the world, at the same time, someone will find a poem or letter and say, "Wow. This is some pretty intense stuff. I wish I had a photo, a face to put to this."

And up in heaven, I'll giggle to myself.