make a lion lion-ed.

I'm off to watch the thailand vs singapore match later. Finally. So yes, considering all those past results of Lions' matches with Thailand, I'm not expecting much. It's going to be a tough fight.

But we've got to have some faith ehh.

GO LIONS!

Ok, enough "patriotism", I can't wait to scream my lungs out. I'll go get ready now.

CHEERS.

funny?

Funny how just a bloody brand new pen can cause such a huge uproar, and ended up having people crying over its loss.

It's so dramatic, I tell you. This can pass off as an episode from Supernanny, with children's faces crunched up, and all crushed with guilt. And she started to blame her, and she blame her, and the vicious cycle just goes on and on and on, until all get tired and start to cry - just their way to "end the war"

Oh, and apparently, it's all my fault.

Whatthehell.

seniors are saints.

The Senior's Fair was alright. I was expecting it to be rather boring, standing around and all. But no, it was much much better. Volunteerism is very exciting. (I'm easily pleased.) When Mr Liau said we were going to usher elderly people, I was expecting old, frailing women and men with walking sticks who would be struggling to come down the stairs. the only way they were going down fast is to roll down, really. Thus us, the ushers, have to help them.

But no. Most of those who came were not like that. They are just a bunch of not-very-old people who can practically hop down those steep stairs. I was just a little doubtful to help them down the stairs. Especially if they look very healthy, active and almost young (at heart only.), they could pass off as one of those aunties doing line dancing every Friday in my neighbourhood.

I know if one day when I'm old (but still young at heart ehh.), and probably bored to death at home, and am attending this kind of boring talks, I wouldn't want some 18 year olds in black who probably are doing some community work "volunteering", giving me polite smiles and trying to help me down the stairs when I'm perfectly healthily actively mobile.

I would feel insulted, and think "I'm not that old, hokay!"

But anyhow, I ended up handing out pamphlets and handouts. And the whole day pretty much went very well. Minus my blooper moment when me, being blur, I gave a bottle meant for ushers to one woman, when Hafiz was handing out them to us.And I unbashfully asked for it back, before realising it was pretty rude. But Stacy saved the day, sacrificing her bottle to that woman, while I was still standing there, cursing myself inside for being an idiot. Haiyoh.

But anyway, all that's well, ends well. Volunteerism makes me happy. MacD's $6 voucher makes me happier. :)

yay.

Need I say more?

showdown

Ok, they are showing Singapore vs Malaysia match LIVE tonight! I guess they realise that the National Stadium can't squeeze the whole of Singapore. And they wanted the Lions fans to support and shout and cheer for them kann. Delayed telecast is a little well, too late?

So yes, I'll stop whining now, and get ready for the showdown. :)

Weehee.

free ticket.

I've been blog hopping, and people are talking about going to tonight's match.

Damn, wish I could go sehh.

The tv channels are showing delayed match, which is so bloody frustrating. Now I have to watch delayed match, and meantime, when Bro's off to watch it later, I'll wait for his call if there's any goals. Then, I'll cheer and shout myself like a true no sad life-er.

Gahh.

difficult link.

School have been mundane, with me being lost blur woman all the time. The lazy bones have not been helping at all, so looking at the attendance slip just now helps a lot lot lot ehh. Thou' shall be good, and be punctual everyday. :) (Right.) I guess I got a little comfortable taking my own sweet time these few weeks. (oops?)

Anyhow, minus school's mundane-ness, there's nothing much that I can share. Just that Mel have been a little cuckoo, she lost her ezlink for the second time in two weeks. Okay, make that the second time in five days. Okay, no. Make that the day after someone else found her ezlink.

And me, being equally cuckoo but sweetniceandbaikfriend, suggested that we should go find it, and so you can imagine, two cuckoos walking back to school searching for an ezlink. How exciting.

If only she lose her ezlink everyday, I might shed some of my fastfoodjunk weight off. :)

Okay, I'd love to ramble more, but I've got to watch the sin vs mas match now. It's super exciting, I tell you. Bro have been shouting out instructions like as though the players can hear, and cursing seems to feel like singing.

Cheers?

Damnit.

Damn, I just did it again.Cheers

what weekend?

My weekend this week is very erm, eventful?

The awal muharram on Friday at expo was okay. Just the usual stuff. We were a little late so I didn't get to grab some free epok-epok on the way in. The tummy, being empty, was already growling and grumbling so I had more trouble forcing myself not to fart.

See, if I fart, I have to walk all the way to the toilet to angkat wuduk before praying. So you can imagine my mission for that night. Force myself from farting and some epok epok seducing me while waiting for prayers to start. (Right.) The bus back home was worse. I was sandwiched between many many makciks plus, an ang moh. And I was struggling hanging on to the pole. So using your wild imagination again, you can imagine many many hands up, and all sorts of smell out. How exciting.

So to that makcik on my left, who had the privilege to smell whatever that she wasn't suppose to, you're welcome. :)

Today is rotting day. I had planned to do my bzc project (which btw, involves powerpoint - not exactly my favourite things to do on weekends.) but the computer somehow refuse to cooperate and couldn't connect. So I decided to spend the day doing fruitful activites like indoor exercise. Figured that I needed some sweating after murdering all that fastfood junks ehh. So I played indoor football with Yana when the makciks were out and did some hoola hoop-ing. Yes, I re-discovered the wonders of hoola hoops after chucking them away many many years ago. :) Oh, and I finally watch my Step Up vcd. (I don't know how's that got to do with sweating and exercise.)

And tomorrow, we are heading to Malacca early in the morning and be back by night. Not exactly jumping around though it's suppose to be so exciting and all. But anyhow, hopefully my memory is going to be so superb, I'll remember about the bzc project ehh. Oh, and Yana is worried about the weather tomorrow thanks to the flooding and all. It was funny when she said it at first, but then I thought...Ya hor. We can't bloody swim to save our lives.

Cheers?

Toots.

I was not feeling high, or happy happy mood today.

Bloody headache, sleepy head and looking lost.

And I felt much much much (much) better after having my Zinger meal.
yes, it does wonders to me.


Hopefully, tomorrow will be much much better ehh. :)

for granted.

It was just my typical morning. A filling breakfast and the Today paper to start the day. As I indulge myself in the sinful pleasure, yet again, those thoughts kept coming back to me, melting my stubborn resolve. Something have been bugging me, and I've been trying to not think much about it. I failed, though.

I read an entry of someone's blog, reminiscing about old times with close friends, and I realise that yes, to put it aptly, I do take things for granted. It's not something that I'm proud of, though. As much as I know that I take McD's breakfasts for granted, and worrying about not having lots of these breakfasts in two years' time, I shall not be dramatic and go into a debate of why I'll miss calling friends to meet at "the usual mac", for breakfast before class, after I'm done with this two years ITE stint.

To say the least, I don't even know what I'm going to do after ITE, or if I am even eligible for poly.

But yes, the worst part of school life is moving on, meeting new people, and knowing that sooner or later, we'll say our goodbyes, and meet new people, and trying (sometimes struggling) to keep in touch. But the good thing is that along the way, you meet friends. I mean, real friends, not just "friends". And from that lot, you kind of figure out those who will stick around for long, and those who won't.

I don't know about "bestfriends". My first "bestfriend" in kindergarten was this girl me and my sister insisted was our bestfriend.

Little Yani: Doris' my bestfriend.
Little Yana: Doris' my bestfriend.
Little Yani: NO. She's my bestfriend!
Little Yana: NO NO NO. She's MY bestfriend!

You get the picture.

And when we went to primary one, I don't remember having a bestfriend. Maybe because I got tired of fighting with Yana over "bestfriends". During primary three, we separated (as in, go different class lah!) and I got myself a "bestfriend". I don't know why she was my bestfriend, and me her bestfriend. But yes, being two of the tallest in class, we sit at the back together, line up at the back together. I suppose we "bestfriend-ed" each other somehow. In primary five, I got myself another "bestfriend", maybe because we are one of the "quietest" in class. (Good girl, mah.)

Let's just say I don't even have my "bestfriends" contact number now since they don't sticking around for long. And for those who do, I've been struggling to keep in touch with them. But anyhow, these people are the real-est rock-est people I've ever met. And eventhough nowadays, I can't seem to trust many many (many) people much, I know I can trust them. Them three.

I can't call them bestfriends since bestfriends apparently do everything together, and share secrets or whatever. But yes, I'd like to think that I'm one of those lucky few who can say "My 'bestfriend' stood up for me, look out for me, and have been there for me when I need her the most." And really mean it.

Thank you, you know who you are.


So as you can see, I'm writing redundant posts yet again, and am writing whatever comes to mind.

I know, it's not very surprisingly shocking that I'm writing redundant posts yet again.
ok, maybe not as surprisingly shocking that singapore beat laos 11-o eh.

But I'm really not feeling high right now. I'm feeling sad for no reason actually.
ok, maybe not as sad as travis not winning So You Think You Can Dance 2 eh.

But anyhow, I'm feeling so bored right now, I would run all the way to tampines and back again.
ok, maybe not so bored as to make a music video lip-synching to nasyid song like on Sunday eh.

Yes, me and Yana was super bored and feeling very kental, we decided to do just that. If you're lucky, you can see me on YouTube. haha. :) Try bug me to watch it and have a good laugh. Who knows, maybe I might give in. Pfft.

Cheers?

see you when i see you

The computer is still alive, surprisingly. So I'm taking this chance to ramble for probably the last time before a long long time before this thing die off.

Blogger's getting weird.
I can't edit my posts.
I can't upload pictures.
I can't save as draft.
I have problem logging in.

And its freezing right now, I'm in no mood to blog.

But anyhow, going Singapore Expo for zikir this Friday. Then off to Malacca on Sunday morning, and be back by night. Yes, that's kind of holiday-ish but no hotels involved. (How exciting ehh.)

So more updates if the computer's still alive.

If not, see you when I see you. :)



Cheers?

Before it die off.

I think the computer is going to die off soon, and if I'm lucky, this post can be published. :) But first of all, yes, that's a new layout for the blog, and I think it's going to be around for awhile. Thanks to Melly for doing all the html stuff. I'm not really great at all these stuff, and I don't intend to bore my brain with these complicated codes anytime soon. Why bother with these, when you can leace it to the "gurus" to do their thing eh? Like Yana "My Living Calculator" and Farah "My Living Oxford Dictonary". So yes, thanks to "My Living Blogskin-ner". huak huak. :o

So anyhow, this is going to be one of those posts where I'll write randomly whatever comes to mind that have been happening this week, and you make what of it.

I'm looking forward for the Grad's Nite. It's less than a month, and hopefully it'll be a success ehh. :) Oh, and I can't wait for the new TPS project. We are going to Little India to do some research. It'd be like a primary school excursion and all. How exciting. (Right.)

Thursday's Prison Break episode was so exciting (I have limited vocabulary, sorry.) and I can't wait for this week's.

I watched two movies this week, and I'm feeling poor now. So it's good. :) Anyhow, have I said Night of Museum on Wednesday is hilarious? It really is. And Pan's Labyrinth was nice. Not my typical kind of movie (comedy-ish.) but I like it anyway. The faun, ugly fairy, the Hitler without moustache, all the gory parts and cringe-worthty scenes. Very memorable, I tell you. :)

Plus, it's been awhile since I rush and dance in the rain at Orchard Road with Farah Hor. :)

And for thanks to those who were concerned about the previous posts. I'm alright, after venting all the frust. And no, whatever that post is about, that's for me to know, and you not to bother ask.

Cheers?

Bitch your mom?Bitch yourself.

I have so much to say, but I'm in a foul mood right now. It wouldn't be a good idea to update now about happy happy stuff because it would be anti-climax.

So yes, maybe tomorrow. Or the next day. When I feel like it.

To that person there; I may be just 17, and like any teens, suppose to be full of "teenage angst". But at least I don't go bitch about my own mom, and make her seem like a total bitch. You don't go around and bitch about your mom. You just don't. So why not, you go check your age, and those little "angst" left of you.

So much for respect.

And you call yourself "mature" and "grown-up".

Please, don't make me laugh.

just random.

I've been killing myself with McD's breakfast these few days.
Elogia is still not back at school and we've been having early leaves.
Night at Museum is so bloody hilarious, I couldn't stop laughing.
I have another movie date tomorrow.
Tomorrow is my Prison Break day. (!!)

Yes, my life is so exciting, I don't have the time to write any decent posts. (Right.)


So I shall update when the new skin's out. Till then, I'm done.

Cheers.

dreaming of death.

It's 2pm now, and I'm slouching back in my chair while typing this entry. I'm suppose to be buried in my books and try memorise my notes since exam is around the corner. But look what I am doing now?

Everyone's having their nap - which is usual for lazy afternoons like now. The stillness of the afternoon is peaceful, it's serenity engulf the sky.

Too peaceful, I must say.

The rain is pelting down the window as I'm typing this, and I know normally, I would have thrown myself in bed, and just repose. It would also be perfect for some serious mugging for me, since I'm bored rigid and sitting in front of the computer wouldn't result to anything fruitful (yes, look who's speaking.) But now, my mind is nowhere near textbooks, notes and pending assignments.

The shrill silence is deafening. My thoughts seem to flow best at such conditions, but they are alas just flowing aimlessly, hitting the corners of my head. They can't seem to find their designated path, and all they can do is throw themselves in every direction trying to find one that fits.

It's not a headache, more of a ...confusion. Something's been bugging me for days now, and I've been pondering to myself if it means anything. You know once in awhile, you dream about something and the next day you actually remember whatever you've been dreaming about? Well, these past few days have been one of those days. I've been dreaming of a family member dying, and it's been bugging me since.

I won't call it a nightmare, since I've always associate nightmares with ghosts and gory creatures. But anyhow, I've been waking up feeling overwhelmed with this surge of poignant and grief, and the worse thing is that I don't even know whatever that dream means.

I know sometimes, ignorance is bliss. But I can't help it. If only I know. :(

oops?

stranger: Are you working?
me: No. Why?
stranger: Is that the MacDonalds' manager uniform, no?
me: -rather unflattered, but find it funny, tho trying hard not to laugh - NO.


HAHA.

Yes, my first day of schooling. Bandung turn H-Two-O. McD's manager. Miss Mrs Loh.

CHEERS?

For the young, and the young at heart.

I'm just back from supper with them family and Kak Hyda's family at Ali Cafe and its burping heaven, as usual. The place was really crowded with people, so our order came like an hour later, which is sucky. But anyhow, when my Fish 'n chips came, and the others haven't got their order yet, I didn't bother wait for them. :) So I gorge myself silly, and indulge myself in the sinful pleasure.

One of my resolutions for the new year is eat less fast food-ish foods, and have a little more rice and decent meals. But yes, like rules, resolutions are mend to be broken, no? :)

After the meal, them people just have a little chit-chat while I have another drink of Coke, all by myself. I was hanging out with them makciks and pakciks because I didn't want to go home too early. They talked about random stuff, from construction to holidays to gatherings to house hunt to spirits.

I was only interested in the spirits part, and it was so super interesting, but I'm not going to talk about it. Just.

Oh, and of course, there were so many characters going in and out of the cafe. There's some tv people we saw, but not really star struck - worthy. Then the people from KL, which we were confident they are, just by the way they were dressed. :) And then, there's these colourful people. All of them were old ageing, but were wearing all these glamourous clothes. There's the Hot in Pink woman who was just back from weddings. (I know that because she was practically announcing that to the whole cafe.) And the Golden Couple (who was wearing gold, and I mean very bright gold). Me being me, I couldn't help but pass a comment " There's something very bright here, and it's not the light." Pfft. :) Anyhow, I guess they were from karaoke-ing at TK. ( they always have this 80s karaoke thing going on once in awhile at TK, you see.) They should be. Oh, and there's the Makciks on Motor. Or should I say "minah rugged" - that's what they call themsleves. Not that it suit them well. I mean, Minah rugged? No. Makcik rugged? Maybe.

Anyhow, when we were leaving, there were still many characters coming in. You realise I'm calling people characters because I guess that's what they are. Interesting characters you won't find anywhere else, but here. Women on motorbikes in the middle of the night, and people with ostentatious clothes going karaoke competitions.

Like that new reality show coming on tv. What is that they say?

For the young, and the young at heart. (Right.)

I'm out.

I just got bored writing redundant posts, and I guess enough is enough. I'll post an entry when I have something to say and share.

Anyhow, the computer have been a bitch lately, getting disconnected for no reason at the wrong time. It's bloody frustrating, but I have no intention of murdering it now. (not that I haven't tried, really.) But yes, pretty much the whole of yesterday was spend surfing YouTube watching many Prison Break episodes.

I got tired of waiting.

Doesn't help that I was rudely interrupted by them people shouting around and having unnecessary arguments while I was watching my Prison Break episode. Damn, he should just shut up sometimes.

So I'm done with this, people. Maybe this thing will be updated one day during boring lab lesson. Or if I got a little restless, and very desperately bored, I might consider one of those boring answer-questions thing Jay's been doing.

Cheerios, for now. :)

First days bugger.

First day of school. I've always love first days. I must say that first day of school is the best day of schooling days. Of course, that's besides holidays and Childrens' Day (because teachers perform for pupils, and they tend to make a fool of themselves, which is a laugh, really.)

The thing about first day of school is that it's kind of a new beginning, and the familiarity of everything. So I tend to get over-excited, and would really appreciate school more, after much rotting. :) But them people are not, I guess. Yana wasn't exactly thrilled about going to school, because she got a test today. Zuhai is having her first day as a Sec 1 student, and she doesn't seem over-over-excited like I do for her. I guess it's just the nerves ehh. But I swear I'm really super very excited for her that you might have thought that I'm the one who's going to a new school today. Pfft.

I text-ed her many times yesterday with questions like "Dah chop buku?" ["Chop your book already?"] "I yang excited ehh! BEST NYE. So exciting. " [I'm the one excited here!SO BEST. So exciting.] You might be wondering, why the overenthusiasm? Well, I miss school like hell. Plus, she's going to a new school. That is equals to new environment, new uniform, new friends, new books, new everything.

Oh, and I haven't mention that the best thing about first day of school is new books. I mean, brand new books, still with that smell and all. The primary/secondary student me would have been super excited, grinning from ear to ear, can't wait for school to start so I can rape the books. :) I have such effect when I see new books. There's this semangat-ness for me to study. That pretty much explains why the first few chapters of my textbooks would have notes neatly written, and the other chapters, notes scribbled, toodles everywhere, and caricature of teachers. :)

So yes, my whole point is that first day of school is the best day of school, and I don't understand why they are all not so over-enthusiastically excited about it. Well, I hope that my " Happy first day schooling everyone! Ok, I'll go back to sleep now. huak huak. :) " SMS would have made them feel a little better.

I was just trying to be nice.

Anyhow, now that I'm all alone at home hanging out with only the aunt, I really can't wait to go to school. Rotting alone at home isn't exactly exciting right? But anyway, since it's five more days to school, I had check my things-to-do list that I had planned during the holidays in case I got bored rigid. :)

• At least one movie date. Check.
• Read novels Check.
• Study and do TPS tutorials Check.
• Watch 11am drama Check.
• Watch all whose line is it anyway? episodes @ youTube Check.
• Burn the tv Check.
• Burn the computer Check.
• Read the dictionary Check.

And now what?

Hari Raya Haji / New Year's Eve

Hari Raya is never complete without sparklers (bunga api!) and sparklers is never complete without the boys attempting to make yet another rocket experiment. You see, every year during Hari Raya gatherings, we always ended up buying sparklers when we got bored sitting around. Them kiddos would be really really excited and waving around those mini-fireworks like sticks. We girls would just be waving around those sticks and waiting for the "fire" to die. (As you get older, you would probably get bored waving the same thing for 10 years.) The guys, however, have always been doing their usual stuff - attempting their rocket experiment.

Here's the catch; after more than 10 years, we all know what's going to happen.

1. The sparklers would be in fire.
2. It won't fly up, even an inch.
3. If we are lucky, and they never put that supposedly a rocket on a grass, we wouldn't be seeing a black patch on the grass the next day.

But yes, Sunday was one of those rocket-attempting days.And I guess, we should have just wait another 10 years and not waste the money, no?

Oh, and this year's Hari Raya Haji is much much more fun. We had goodie bags for cousins and kiddos and I had fun packing them. And thanks to that, too, I'm sucking lolipop now. :)

So thanks to those who came, and murdered the oh-so-delicious food, and sit around talking random stuff together and play with babies, and being so kecohrable. And rot with me.

I had fun.

CHEERS.

Done with 2006.