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Thursday, December 31, 2009

Haere Mai 2010

Less than 4 hours to a whole different year.

Not doing anything much.

Last two years in Msia, I slept thru the whole bunga-api-concert-screaming-flagging celebration.

Last year I made cupcakes saying Hepi New Year '09.

Might do the same (sleep) this year.

Yes, I AM that boring.

Wish Mr. Katayama is here, so I can step into the new year with a lil faith. He always knows what to say and what to do.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009


I'm doomed. I had a good relationship but I managed to destroy it single handedly. Tak reti bersyukur. What happened to my friends don't happen to me, but I'm still the selfish brat I used to be. I destroyed a good relationship, someone's trust, and a good heart. All for my own alter ego. Maybe Dzeti was right. Maybe I was, and still am, a selfish brat. I don't deserve anyone. I'm so sorry.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Thursday, December 24, 2009


Sydney, 2008.

Merry Christmas everyone. =)

Saturday, December 19, 2009

I love you till the end

I just want to see you
When youre all alone
I just want to catch you if I can
I just want to be there
When the morning light explodes
On your face it radiates
I cant escape
I love you till the end

I just want to tell you nothing
You dont want to hear
All I want is for you to say
Why dont you just take me
Where Ive never been before
I know you want to hear me
Catch my breath
I love you till the end

I just want to be there
When were caught in the rain
I just want to see you laugh not cry
I just want to feel you
When the night puts on its cloak
Im lost for words dont tell me
All I can say
I love you till the end

Friday, December 18, 2009


Am currently rereading p.s. I Love You by Cecelia Ahern (for the hundredth times)

Reality is nowhere near fantasies, I suppose.

p.s. I don't love you as much as you think I do.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

My status right now: Sucks

My parents are trying to tie me down by buying everything that I want.

I guess they can sense that I was bored to death on my third day at home.

So now, I can just say the word, they will get me anything I want.

But hey, come on, how many luxurious stuff can you find in this hell-hole of a town?

I even made my dad crazy looking around for cucur cempedak cuz I was craving for it, and apparently it's not the cempedak season.But he managed to find it anyways.

I miss my life in Auckland.

p/s: I just realized I don't have a picture at Auckland Skycity. Or anywhere near it. Shitty shit.

Friday, December 11, 2009


My eyes.
They won't stop watering.
No, I'm not crying.
They just won't stop watering.
And they hurt.
Why oh why?

Monday, December 7, 2009

I'm still in NZ timezone.

Go to bed everyday at 9pm Malaysian time (2am NZ time)

Wake up everyday at 4am Malaysian time (9am NZ time)

Yes, my body+brain are still in NZ timezone. Damn.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

There is no place like home.

My new home is foreign. It's new, and I never stepped in it even once before. Last night was the first time. When I stepped in, I got that feeling. You know when first time you step into other people's house and just evaluate the areas, the design, and the atmosphere? Then it hits me. This is not someone else's house. This is my house. And I love every second being in it. But sleepiness overcomes, and I went to bed early. This morning I woke up and I realized that I last night I didn't go to other parts of the house. Just my room and the toilet. Not even the kitchen. Took a short tour this morning, and holy shit, my parents' room is huge! Mine is okay, sharing with lil sis Suraya cuz we are both never home (me in IPBA and she in SMJ's girls hostels).

I still can't get rid of the foreign feeling of being in the house. Oh, and Malaysia is damn hot. But I love it nevertheless. Home sweet home.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Here, there, everywhere

It's been a few days I last updated this blog. Not out of pure laziness (well, maybe a teeny weeny bit) but I was away, back home, and away again. Been to Coromandel, Hamilton, Cape Reinga, Kerikeri, all in less than a week. So yeah, my schedule was hectic to the point that my normal meal of the day is chips with tap water, and again, at night, biscuits with tap water. And when I got back, lotsa stuff are waiting to be settled. One of the out most important is to buy gifts for the lecturers in the upcoming farewell dinner, which is planned to happen tomorrow, Allah permits. Another stuff waiting on my list are:

1. Selling furnitures (Yes I got lots)
2. Look for and send Mr. Katayam's stuff to his home
3. Find clothes/shoes/bag to give and donate them.
4. Cash out the cheques
5. Close bank accounts + cancel credit card
6. Ask MAS "Where is my itinerary for KL-Penang?"
7. Contact Angie
8. Sell my stuff on TradeMe
9. Buy a new micro SD to replace the old, broken one so I can (finally!) start playing DS again
10. Look for a dress to wear tomorrow at the annual dinner.

The list could go on and on. Hey, but I love doing them. Each one of them.

Makes me feel useful.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Please don't leave me alone

I don't want you to leave. Please.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Today is War day

Dear my fellow Cohort 4 comrades,

The war is upon us. Today.

I have seen some of the horrifying after effects. Looking blankly to the walls, singing hindi songs, dancing and swinging hips, cheerleading, craving for sour lollies, etc etc.

Try to stay alive.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Since when guys beating up girls is ok?

Rihanna: He was my best friend. To fall in love with your best friend, its scary.

Rihanna: Love is so blind. It's so blind.

In an interview with Diane Sawyer on 20/20 about the beatings she received from Chris Brown.

Saturday, November 14, 2009

V me. V me again.

1 down.

1 more to go.

Let's do this! (without failing!)

Oh, I'm talking about exams.

p/s: apparently V energy drink+energy shot work on me. They make me fly. Yeah baby. Fly.

Friday, November 13, 2009


Less thank 24 hours to exam.

Wish me luck.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Is it other things, or is it ME?

My first day as an un-employed, and all day I have been eating+blogging+watching tv+eating+shopping. Why, I have no idea. I am supposed to be studying now, considering my first exam is just around the corner. This Saturday to be precise. Today I got up early, bother my sleeping housemates, surf the net for 2 hours, made some sandwiches, play games, and then I came back to my lappie. I don't know what happened to me. It is so hard to concentrate now. When I was in IPBA I used to stay up at nights and when I woke up for Subuh, I often stayed up studying until it's time for class. But now that is not the case. I woke up early, determined to go to uni today so I can finally start my revision, but no. I blogged. And I checked my FB. I thinks it's a procrastination syndrome. I wish I am me two years ago. I knew I was not clever and brilliant so I studied. Now, I still know that I'm not clever and brilliant but I just can't wrap my head around the fact that I SHOULD BE STUDYING NOW!!!!Is it the emotional disturbance I'm feeling lately? (Going back to Msia, fights with Mr. Katayama, nearing PMS, etc etc). Or, it is me who has changed, not to a better, but worse person?

Monday, November 9, 2009

Strawberry festival

First my stuff, then me.

Today is the official day I resign from Munchy Mart.

No more working 7 days a week.

Now I can call myself a full-time housewife, LOL.

Stuff are probably on the cargo ship now.

Otw to Msia.

Will miss you Auckland.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Balloons. Lots of balloons.

We fought over the stupidest thing. Then we watched UP. =)

The unhealthy guide to an unhealthy lifestyle

Mrs Mac's Spinach and ricotta roll
A bottle of Assam milk tea

Custard bun
Pad Daeng+rice (Ayutthaya)
Pulou rice (Indian style)

Strawberry and ice cream
3 pieces of sushi, Giapo, a piece of fried chicken

Paddlepop ice cream
Briyani rice (Indian style)

Mrs Mac's spinach and ricotta roll
Goreng pisang+maggi

3 pieces of sushi, one piece of OSM (one square meal)
Maybe having Pad thai(Ayuthaya)

Planning to wake up at 12
Planning to make a homemade dish
Probably something form Munchy since I'm working 3-11pm.

I'm craving for satay. Real bad.

Friday, November 6, 2009

God forgive me, for I have sinned

Truly, I believe everyone will be scared thinking that they will lose their loved ones. Everyone will be terrified imagining that. But do we really? I mean, I am not trying to question your sincerity, but I am merely questioning how much have you really gave a thought about that matter?

Like everyone else, I am scared of losing the people I love dearly in my life. But it never really occurred to me how much it will hurt. What would I do long after they are gone? Will small things like their perfume and the sound of their laughter lingers after they are long gone? And if I do feel them around, is it really them, or just a pigment of my imagination? If someone you love is gone forever, how long would it take for you to move on? Or will you not?

I (accidentally) read a very honest, touching blog this morning (I should have studied linguistics!). Have you ever read a blog of a total stranger and cried from it? Have you ever felt that what she went through, was so close to your heart and you feel like as if you are experiencing the same thing she experienced, without even knowing her name? Heartagram, I'm thankful that I found you. Because you made me realize those little things I was too scared to think of.

We often think that our problem is the biggest among all problems. Not having enough money to spend, having slow internet connection, arguing with bf, so many things to study for exam and whatnot. Maybe you have, maybe you have not. Today, reality came knocking on my conscience door. It said "Hello. Other people have bigger problems than you. Grow up." That shocks me, and redirect my moral compass. God please forgive me, for I have sinned. I will try to stop worrying much about the smallest-littlest-unimportant-things in my life, and just try to be thankful everyday, every time, for all the blessings HE gave me. Amen.

Thursday, November 5, 2009


I am tired. As I'm typing this entry, my eyes are half open and half closed. Since last week I had been working every single day. Seven days a week. Regular customer of Munchy should know this. And people keep thinking that I have NO exam because I work every day. Unfortunately, I DO have exams. For this week, it's the same story. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Work, work and work. But next week, this will not happen again. I worked my butt out last week and this week, but next week, time to study. It's hard to believe that my exam will be next week. Still a lot to study. Deym.

I wish I could come back to NZ after having a long vacation in Malaysia. Unfortunately, that will just remain as a wish.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Nothing much

A picture is worth a thousand words, so people say.

But My picture is worth a thousand love.

Thanks. =)

Monday, November 2, 2009

18 days, and counting.

I told you everything. Not because I want to make you feel jealous. Not because I want to test your temper. Not because I want all the attention. I told you everything because in this life drama that we are starring in, I don't want to play the cheating bastard. Cheating or going behind people's back is not in my nature. But maybe sometimes I do act like that. Maybe I had cheated and gone behind people's back before, but everyone makes mistakes. I know, I'm not perfect. But neither is you. Neither is anyone. I told you what I told you because I don't want to play the cheating bastard. And I wasn't cheating. I am sure of that. If I had cheated on you, why in hell would I tell you anything? I might be slow at times, but I'm far from stupid. I wish I could paint what I feel on a canvas and show it to you. Maybe. Maybe, someday. So Mr. Katayama, if you are reading this, I apologize for what I had done. From the bottom of my heart. Just have faith in me.

How I wish I could freeze the time.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

My mind is officially swithched off.

It's too hard.

I'm done with thinking.

Especially about you.

Thinking is so yesterday.

Let's all be impulsive.


Friday, October 30, 2009

Spooky pookie

There was a case in one hospital's Intensive Care ward where patients always died in the same bed, on Sunday morning, at about 11 a.m., regardless of their medical condition.

This puzzled the doctors and some even thought that it had something to do with the supernatural. No one could solve the mystery... as to why the deaths occurred around 11 a.m. on Sundays.

So a World-Wide team of experts was assembled to investigate the cause of the incidents. The next Sunday morning, a few minutes before 11 a.m., all doctors and nurses nervously wait outside the ward to see for themselves what the terrible phenomenon was all about. Some were holding wooden crosses, prayer books and other holy objects to ward off the evil spirits.

Just when the clock struck 11... Pookie Johnson, the part-time Sunday sweeper, entered the ward and unplugged the life support system so that he could use the vacuum cleaner.

p/s: Jokes and friends are the only reasons I'm smiling now.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

I am sorry, and you should be too.

Sometimes, some people just hurt us the way that we can never easily forget, and forgive.

Even though the mouth says 'Yes, I forgive you' but the heart says 'I can never forgive you. You will repeat the same mistake, again and again and again.'

The heart is a delicate organ, and damages it receives will cause a permanent scar. And the scar never heals.

It's even harder when someone else is trying to heal the scar, rather than the person causing it. I'm not unfaithful, and never will I be, but I am also not strong. One day, I might fall apart and someone else will pick me up. Someone else.

Lately my mind has been everywhere. All I think about is how you are treating me, and how I might be treated if I had chosen someone else. I am not being proud or over-confident, as I know my place. But everyone longs for a loving relationship, and I am no exception.

But I still have one more chance to spare. Prove to me that you are the person I thought you were. Prove to me that you are worthy of my time and love. Prove to me that I was right, choosing you in the first place.

Because I'm scared too, that I might have been be wrong.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009


I am sick of you.


Monday, October 26, 2009

Perutku cakap K.E.D.A.H, and he's rude!

Perut: Hoi! Hang bodoh ka apa.

Pikah: Awatnya?

Perut: Yang dok melantak V dari smalam pasaipa?

Pikah: Aku kena buat esaimen la. Banyak tak siap lagi ni!

Perut: Ya la, sampai breakfast pon, first thing in the morning hang dah melantak menatang alah tu. Sakit la aku, ngok. Tak reti bahasa ka.

Pikah: Tapi aku ngantuk. Kena bangun pagi buat esaimen. Satgi petang aku keja.

Perut: Smalam sapa suruh minum V banyak sangat. Padan muka takleh tidoq.

Pikah: Dah esaimen tak siap lagi...

Perut: Dah tak siap lagi, yang gedik dok pi tulis entry blog ni pasaipa?

Pikah: ............

Sunday, October 25, 2009

I refuse to know the date!

It's sad when I think about going back to Malaysia for good.

However the other half is jumping in delight thinking about all the yummy food I could swallow once I find my feet on the Malaysian ground. Not to mention being able to see my loving family after two whole years.

But then again, leaving close peeps here in Auckland makes me sad. I won't deny that I HEART Auckland. Everytime I realize what is the date of the day, my heart sinks. Damn. One day closer.

Ah, mixed feeling. Now I'm working my ass out, 1: To earn extra money for end-of-year-last-NZ-trip. 2: To avoid myself crying over the littlest things, like, yeah, going back to Malaysia for good, and whatnot.

And leaving Mr. Katayama alone, to fend for himself, I'm really worried. I mean, REALLY.

He never eats on time. Never sleeps on time. Never wakes up on time.

Everything needs reminding.

I lost count of how many times I told him, "I'm not your Mom. Grow up, please."

But then again, some people are just not perfect, and their little imperfection is what makes them perfect for us. No? Yes? You decide.

I'll surely miss his random 'gas bomb' when I'm not here.

I'll surely remember his 'sleezy face' when I'm not here.

I'll surely miss his stupid jokes when I'm not here.

And I'll surely remember him, the most. THE MOST.

p/s: More than once, I thought about cloning him. Yes, make a clone. That would be nice (who cares about illegal?). Or if everything else fails, I'll just kidnap the poor guy. Maybe no one will notice. Fingers crossed.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Am I a dead bride?

Halloween is almost here.
Next week, to be exact.
But we had an early celebration cuz next week is Exam week!!!!
We dressed up, ate some yummilicious food, played games and chat.

It was a fun night, except for the fact that we turned up at 9pm and no one was there although the event was supposed to start at 8pm!
Well, eventually it started at almost 10pm.

I didn't have enough time to prepare my nails and just go without them, although I supposed to have plenty of time considering that it started at 10pm.
My costume was not complete, but I think last night was really fun.
Looking at other people dressing up was fun as well! =)
I went as the corpse bride, and Mr. Katayama went as Sack Boy from the game Little Big planet.

It was an awesome night, but we retreated early (1am!!!) cuz we were all sooo tired, while most of the guests stayed for a horror movie. Will surely remember that night! =P

Monday, October 19, 2009

thou shall not make me a BITCH

Title was directed to no one in particular. Well, on second thought,perhaps, it's directed to life itself.

Just thought that, perhaps I need to stop being so angry at the littlest things. People are starting to say I'm 'garang' and 'grumpy'. Definitely not a god sign.

Mr. Katayama taught me a lot of things. When I was shouting and screaming and kicking when I lost my bucks, he calmly said "Sabar. Mungkin ada kat mana2. Bila kita carik, slalu tak jumpa. Bila kita tak carik nanti, dia datang. Sabar. Tuhan nak uji". When I answered"But y me? I lost money when I'm broke, and I got lots of work to do, n plus kena keja pagi2 sebab takdak duit bayar sewa. Tak aci la. Semua aku ja" He replied "Ada hikmah ni. Kalau la betul ada org ambik, halalkan je la. Nak buat mcm mana". And then he went to cook chicken chop for my dinner. Which was a really good way to distract me from my public amok. And I started to think, "Kalau aku ngamuk bnyak2 pon, bukan duit tu datang balik." Betul la, kan? So halalkan je la.

He also taught me that "Sometimes, Xbox is MORE important than tuan punya Xbox." Ajak keluar, nak maen game. Ajak makan, nak maen game. Ish. Kenapa aku mesti beli Xbox kat dia?????

Tahniah la kepada beliau.

Duniaku sekarang macam2. Aku nak balikMalaysia ja. Get out of all of these. Escape.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

S.H.I.T. It ain't pretty.

My life is officially fucked up.

I just realized I lost 50 bucks just now.

I have 2 assignments due soon which I haven't even started yet.

I don't have enough money to pay my rent next week.

I sleep at 2am, wake up at 6am and go to work at 7am.

My parents are mad at me cuz I haven't called them in 3 weeks.

My boyfriend would rather play FIFA10 rather than talk to me.

So yes, I think I'm pretty fucked up now.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Hari Raya menjelang tiba...

Raya tahun ni agak best. Rindu family a lot, tp leh raya wif Mr. Katayama. Tp sgt2 lah rindu mkanan Msia. Pegi rumah trbuka smua bwt nasik impit sbb sng lg dr ketupat/lemang kot, but since i LOVE nasik impit so it's not a problem. 1st day beraya ngan Cohot 4, Munchy nya bos & member2 around Railway. Best gila! Fud was super duper awesome. Definitely. Rendang+lemang Dzeti were sinfully delicious. Chicken delicacies at Sultana's house were to die for. Then the next day we all went back to class and continue our ordinary student lives. Until Saturday came, and MSD open house lets us fill our tummies yet again, with mouthwatering food. Again, sedap jugak. And Sunday came, Cohort 4 went sailing (superb!!!) and then pastu me+min+atie balik rock a few songs kat umah wif Guitar Hero n then g umah terbuka Rahim & Purr at WSA. Tingat plak zaman2 last year mse dok ctu. Sure bring back memories. Now my brain is cramped cuz hafta finish 3000 words essay. Darn.

MSD raya

Dak2 Engine

Umah bos Munchy Mart

ye km main guitar hero ngan Sheryll mase ari raya

Sronok tgk diorng makan

Anzac Ave clan

Beraya di WSA

Penguin hugs!

Drama swasta promo poster

The Defenders!

Syawal this year is not bad at all. and still have 5 days to go nk posa 6. mari beramai-ramai.


Thursday, September 17, 2009

If only.

I was utterly bored, and I'm supposed to do my assignments now, but who gives a damn. So I composed a poem for Mr. Katayama, who is burning a midnight oil to finish his last assignment for the week. Just to make him smile. Ganbatte!

If only my walls could talk,
They would tell you,
"She says your name everyday"
"But do you say hers?"

If only my pillows could talk,
They would tell you,
"She cries missing you every night"
"But do you even think about her at night?"

If only my laptop could talk,
It would tell you,
"She looks at your photo every night before she sleeps"
"But how long ago did you look at her pictures and have sweet dreams?"

If only my clothes could talk,
They would tell you,
"She fuses over what to wear just to impress you"
"But do you even care how you look in front of her?"

If only my perfumes could talk,
They would tell you,
"She always wants to smell good when she's with you"
"But do you ever realize that?"

If only my camera could talk,
It would tell you,
"She deletes her own photos, but never ever yours, even the bad ones"
"But do you care when you delete her ugly photos from your camera?"

If only my watch could talk,
It would tell you,
"She looks at the time every second when she's expecting you"
"But why do you still make her wait, even though you know that?"

If only my heart could talk,
It would surely tell you,
"I belong to you, even though I'm hers"
"She gives me completely to you, and please, take good care of me"
"Because she believes in you"
"And inside me, there is only your name"
"No one else, but you"
"She loves you."

Monday, September 14, 2009

Selamat berbuka!

For the first time ever.

I managed to finish a dish served at Angie's Kitchen.

Had wat tan hor for berbuka.

really yummy! =)

pasni nak berbuka ngan chicken balado plak. yeay!

Pejam celik pejam celik dah tnggal less then a week nak raya.

Nak raya kat rumah, tapi sini pon best gak!

Sunday, September 13, 2009


Aku nak p pasar ramadan. nak jugak. aku nak pi jugak.

tak kira.


Friday, August 7, 2009

DSku kaler merah

Ds kaler merah.

Cover kaler hitam.

Afix boncit kasik.


Saturday, May 23, 2009

Someday - by Nina

Someday, you're gonna realize
One day, you'll see this through my eyes
By then I won't even be there
I'll be happy somewhere
Even if I cared

I know you don't really see my worth
You think you're the last guy on earth
Well, I've got news for you
I know I'm not that strong
But it won't take long, won't take long

'Cause someday, someone's gonna love me
The way I wanted you to need me
Someday, someone's gonna take your place
One day, I'll forget about you
You'll see, I won't even miss you
Someday, someday

Right now, I know you can tell
I'm down and I'm not doin' well
But one day, these tears
They will all run dry
I won't have to cry sweet goodbye

'Cause someday, someone's gonna love me
The way I wanted you to need me
Someday, someone's gonna take your place, Ooh
One day, I'll forget about you
You'll see, I won't even miss you
Someday, I know someone's gonna be there

Someday, someone's gonna love me
The way I wanted you to need me
Someday, someone's gonna take your place
One day, I'll forget about you
You'll see, I won't even miss you
Someday, someday

VIdeo can be watched from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXcw5tSOf2A

p/s: Never thot that a song could literally describes my life. Yes. Mine.
And oh, courtesy of Unnie.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009


New commitments.

New relations.

New weekly timetable.

New traditions.

New stuff.

Everything is new.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Into the mind of a compulsive shopper

This is a confession of a compulsive shopper. Please discontinue reading if you hve anything against shopaholics, be it compulsive or not.

Whether online or on street, I shop obsessively.

Most of the time (perhaps 90%) I don't even need the stuff that I bought.

I bought one, and I need another 2.

I bought 2, then I need another 3.

I never seems to be able to stop.

It's like there is an invinsible string attached to my hands and controlling everything I did.

My mind?

It only think about how lovely the stuff that I bought.

Always like that.

Always the same shit.

Now I'm really in the mood for shopping games and Xbox accessories.

And I don't even have enough money to pay my rent.

So what does that makes me?

An idiot?

I figure.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Welcoming a new baby!

"I got myself a new baby.


Tuesday, January 27, 2009

How Could An Angel Breaks My Heart

I heard he sang a lullaby
I heard he sang it from his heart
When I found out thought I would die
Because that lullaby was mine

I heard he sealed it with a kiss
He gently kissed her cherry lips
I found that so hard to believe
Because his kiss belonged to me

How could an angel break my heart
Why didn't he catch my falling star
I wish I didn't wish so hard
Maybe I wished our love apart
How could an angel break my heart

I heard here face was white as rain
Soft as a rose that blooms in May
He keeps her picture in a frame
And when he sleeps he calls her name

I wonder if she makes him smile
The way he used to smile at me
I hope she doesn't make him laugh
Because his laugh belongs to me

How could an angel break my heart
Why didn't he catch may falling star
I wish I didn't wish so hard
Maybe I wish our love apart
How could an angel break my heart

Oh my soul is dying, it's crying
I'm trying to understand
Please help me

How could an angel break my heart
Why didn't he catch my falling star
I wish I didn't wish so hard
Maybe I wished our love apart
How could an angel break my heart

p/s: one of the many beautiful songs that were once forgotten
I never tot that financial problems can be so annoying.


Friday, January 23, 2009

Aku mau xbox

maca2 pesen ada.
yang murah.
yang mahal.
yang itam.
yang puteh.
yang baru.
yang sekenhen.
yang storage besaq.
yang storage kecik.
yang sihat.
yang rosak.
yang dapat game.
yang kedekut game.
yang mode.
yang xmode.
apa2 pon, aku mau sebijik. sudeh...

Thursday, January 22, 2009

nothing interesting in particular...


Aku tatau nak buat apa.

Dok tunggu pizza masak.



Tuesday, January 20, 2009

I miss those times...

A dedication to my peeps. Love u guys, always!

More pics, and less words. Like they said, a picture is worth a thousand words!

Secret Obsession

It's been a week since i last updated my blog.
You have to excuse me, considering I am currently living in the ice age, where no INTERNET is available.
But then again, i am pretty content with my life as it is.
It's nothing much, no luxurious things to shine my neck and ears, no branded handbags to decorate my elbow, no stylish-super-expensive cloth to cover my fair body.
But i am content with it, as it is.
One thing I'm not satisfied with, though, the fact that there is only 24 hours in a day.
I need more time in a day, to do lots and lots of stuff.
I wish there were 34 or 44 hours a day
Then only i can finish all my work in a day, and better yet, longer sleep!
But what is the use of crying over something you cannot change.
I just have to make my way through, then.
My life for the past week has been quiet.
But there was one day, at work, that made my week.
It was a really stupid obsession, really.
The scent of a perfume. A guy's perfume.
Not on a guy, I assure. (Shit, I think I made myself sounds so perv)
A room, i had to clean. 816, to be exact.
The room smelled of that perfume, even though the guests already left.
Oh, the jolly good feeling I had when I entered the room. The scent of the one and only guy's perfume I think is super good.
(oh, come on, we all know that guy's perfume usually smells like over-heated petrol!)
I didn't even like my dad's perfume.
He got those Mawi perfume, along with whats-her-name-sharifah-aliya's-sister. Then he gave it to my Mum.
I don't really understand why would he chooses that over his usual Paco Rabanne perfume.
Maybe he thinks its cute to have a couple's perfume.
But then, you can always find other brands.
There is always 'For Him' and 'For Her' perfume.
I guess, sometimes, people just want to feel young.
Ok, back to the story.
I super-duper freakin love that scent. It's nice, and it smells really good.
know it is weird, but it kinda makes me feel crazy.
This feeling of extreme likeness in you, that you feel like you could lost control.
All your sanity would just go out the window.

Anyways, I'm off for now. Need to finish my journal and novels, apart from my assignment.

Summer is so boring.

p/s: The perfume? Joop. I think the one in the purple bottle. Kot. I'm not too sure.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

Hari ni blaja pasal The Bell Jar, a novel by Sylvia Plath. Aku baca summary je. Malas pulak nak cari bukunya kat library. Tapi Dirty Weekend aku dah abeskan dah. At least aku baca jugak.

Benci aku ngan golongan lelaki pas baca buku tu.

Anyways, ni summary The Bell Jar yang aku rasa paling pendek dan menyeluruh.

Esther, an A-student from Boston who has won a guest editorship on a national magazine, finds a bewildering new world at her feet. Her New York life is crowded with possibilities, so that the choice of future is overwhelming, but she can no longer retreat into the safety of her past. Deciding she wants to be a writer above all else, Esther is also struggling with the perennial problems of morality, behaviour and identity.

Kelas aku start 20 minit lagi.

Tapi lecturer tu selalu lambat. so buat apa aku nak kalut2 pi kelas, kan?

Aku nak kutuk jiran aku jap.

20 minit. sempat ni. Berbakul-bakul boleh aku kutuk. Tapi aku ni baek hati gak. Aku takde la kejam sangat. Aku kutuk kau sebakul je la pagi ni, ye, aci?

Dia keja kat tempat aku keja. Aci sebelah rumah aku. Yang pakai topi koboi tu.

(Btw, aku la Cleaner in Copthorne. Aku keje part time sambil2 stadi ni. Cari nafkah lebih sikit since aku ni takde laki)

Dah la bususk. I mean, BO! tolong la pakai perfume ke, cologne ke, sapu minyak zaitun ke.


Busuk! Najis2!

Dah tu, selalu curi barang kat trolley aku. Kitorang di-assignkan ngan trolley masing2 (except pekerja baru). So pandai2 la jaga trolley sendidri. Tapi aci tu nakkkk jugak ambik barang2 dari trolley aku.


Dah la busuk. Panjang tangan plak tu.

Kadang2 budak2 ni buat lawak suruh aku balik ngan dia. Sebab rumah kami sebelah-sebelah.

Mati hidup semula pon aku tanak. Yek!

Alamak malam ni aku kena talipon mama. (Aku taktau pasal apa aku tiba2 off topic) Nanti dia bising aku tak call dia lama dah. Aku nak hantar gambar pi Australia kat dia, tapi nanti dia bunuh aku. Pastu dia hidupkan aku balik n then potong kaki aku, n then bunuh aku skali lagi. Mama aku memang ada darah super saiya sket. kalau dia mengamuk semua orang takut. Aku je tak.

Sebaba apa dia mungkin marah?

Aku pakai hot pants.

Panas la Aussie.

Tapi aku dah nyesal. Huhu.

Kalau abah aku tengok gambar2 tu, aku gerenti dia gelak sampai bercucuran air mata gembira. Then dia akan cakap:

"Nanti Mama mesti bising"

Aku sayang abah aku sebab dia selalu bagi aku duit kalau aku mintak, tanpa bersoal panjang. Tapi dia tak pandai nak back up aku sangat kalau Mama aku marah. Kena suruh pi kelas membodek la abah aku ni. Aduh...

Kelas lagi 10 minit. Patutkah aku blah?


Patut kot.

Cukup la aku kutuk jiran aku pagi ni.

Esok lusa aku kutuk dia lagi.

p/s: Dzeti, semalam aku bau kari ayam. Betol! buat apa aku nak tipu...

Monday, January 12, 2009

Kisah baru, tempat baru, orang2 baru

Orang buat blog aku pon nak ada blog jugak.
bila orang tanya aku blog ktna, aku jwb..

"Oh, aku blog kat frenster. takpon livejournal.."

"Asal? takdak blogger ke?"

"Ada ja. Aku lupa password. Ngeheee... (sengih mcm orang bodo)"

Atceli lagi 1 sebaba aku takmau orang baca luahan hati dan perasaan aku (walaupon aku uah sebulan sekali je)

TApi blog ni kan free. Korang bukannye kena bayar untuk aku pon. duh~

Meh aku cerita pasal idop aku yang bosan tahap cipan kering ni.

Skarang aku duduk kat Hobson St.

Tempat hobo. homeless. Orang susah takde umah. Badan besar 8x dari aku tapi malas keje.

Busuk lak tu.

Dah la bususk, nyemak je Queen St tu.

Aku nak shopping pon tak best.

Kencing merata. Tiap2 pagi aku nak p keja kena bau sisa toksik korang tu. Wangi takpe la. Kucing jiran aku kencing lagi wangi. terbakar idong bau sisa korang. eeeee.......

Dah la sunyi, jauh dari uni plak tu.

Tapi asal aku dok gak sini


Sebab sewa dia murah. lagipon nak dok kejap je. TApi atceli lama2 dok best je umah ni. aku suka.

Tapi yang aku nak cita ni, pasal jiran rumah sebelah.

India. 5 orang lelaki India. Rumah 2 bilik yang dihuni 5 orang lelaki India.

Aku takde masalah pon ngan orang India. takde hal je. Banyak je kawan2 aku oang India. Tapi kalau kau pakai tuala belang2 merah kuning, topless, ngan topi koboi kat luar balkoni rumah kau, oran yang dah mati pon hidup semula tengok kau.

Busuk punya orang.

Muntah darah aku.

Sial kau.

Hilang selera makan aku seminggu.

Tapi seriously la kawan, ko memang perlukan chest wax.

Aku rasa boleh sesat dalam tu. (Macam la aku tau kan. Bayar 100 million p0n aku tanak)


Aku sakit perot. nak kena pi toilet ni.


Baru semangat berkobar-kobar nak buat blog baru.

Nanti la aku sambung kutuk jiran aku lagi.


p/s: Shit. Aku bau kari lagi dari rumah sebelah.