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Like most blogs, this one's moving. So long and good night. When i finally have time (and the energy) to create a new blog, i shall and i will, inform you guys. Take good care of yourselves, and i still AM reading ur blogs.

Don't trouble yourself. Ramblings ahead.

I feel like breaking away from life for a while. I feel like going away to some deserted island all alone, to enjoy the sun, the sand and the sea without anyone making remarks about my skin, my hair, the way i look, the way i behave. I feel claustrophobic.

On the outside i behave normally. But i'm kinda sick of everything. I'm sick of you repeating "cacat cacat cacat" like its some fucking mantra which will earn you tickets to get to heaven. Fara stroke the right chords when she asked

"Fad.. Don't you feel anything when people do that?"

I had grinned and shrugged. What can i do? If i make a big fucking fuss out of it, people will start saying that i can't take jokes. I guess its funny in the beginning, or when it comes up once in a while, but when you repeat it every single day to me, every time you meet me, its fucking annoying and makes me fucking irritated. Yeah, you say that and i laugh (oscar award winner) and they laugh and im the comic relief for the day. yay. Im tired of being the comic relief every single day, and the best part is that i dont even get paid. Isnt there just ONE fucking day you can give it a rest?

Im tired of being told how under-average or average i look. I KNOW im dark. I KNOW my hair's a mess. I KNOW i have slight odour. I KNOW im short. I KNOW i look like a boy. You know i cant do anything about it, and that i've tried my best. I look at myself in the mirror every single day and all the remarks i hear come back to me and day after day i see an uglier me looking back from the other side. Its taking a toll on me. I want to be beautiful like you, like them, but if im born with this pigmentation, this hair, this DNA, what can i do about it?

I don't understand fucking french revolution. I don't understand whatever shit that's coming out of her mouth every lesson, and i can't seem to understand even after reading the fuckin notes.

I'm not gonna get my A in Economics even though i studied for days for it. I'm not gonna get good grades for my Malay A as i absolutely find the lessons a BORE. Never would i have thought Sastera would be a bore. i want my higher malay teacher back.

Im fucking tired. And i don't know who to turn to to pour out all my emotions. Im fucked up. I'm close to noone right now, except for the other half. and he's sick and i don't want to bother him. I've let Claire down. I've let my friends down. I've let myself down. Im tired. Im tired. Am i having a nervous breakdown?

I move like a clockwork robot these days. I don't mind helping people, but i fucking hate it when you step over my head just because i don't make a big deal.

I am in need of someone to fill up this hole in me right now. I need someone to hold my hand and tell me everything is gonna be ok. I need someone to wipe the tears that are streaming down my face. I need someone who will tell me that all these physical appearances really doesnt matter. I need a friend. Oh wow i sound fucking desperate.

And if you're one of my JJmates who happen to read this, i'd appreciate if you don't talk about it to me in school. Thanks a bunch.

Im tired. Im tired. Im tired. I want to break away. I want to break away. I want to break away. I want to be special. I want to be special. I want to be special. I want to feel loved. I want to feel loved. I want to feel loved.

Maybe im just experiencing moodswings. sigh.

Both the other half and i are recovering from sore throats, flu, and mild fever. Please give us your well wishes, or subsidize us for a trip to the doctor.

PS. I have the right not to use the donations for the trip to the doctors but instead something that will make me even healthier, lets say a blast from my own iPod mini, or straight hair or something to that effect.

It's all about you, it's all about you baby
It's all about you, it's all about you

Yesterday you asked me something I thought you knew
So I told you with a smile
It's all about you

Then you whispered in my ear and you told me to
Said you make my life worth while
It's all about you

And I would answer all your wishes
If you ask me to
But if you deny me one of your kisses
Don't know what I'd do

So hold me close and say three words like you used to do
Dancing on the kitchen tiles it's all about you
Yeah

(Guitar Solo)

And I would answer all your wishes if you asked me to
But if you deny me one of your kisses don't know what I'd do

So hold me close and say three words like you used to do
Dancing on the kitchen tiles
Yes you make my life worth while
So I told you with a smile

It's all about you
It's all about you, it's all about you baby
It's all about you, it's all about you baby
It's all about you, it's all about you baby
It's all about you, it's all about you
It's all about you.

Yesterday morning i got out of the house to go for "hockey training". haha. Well, actually it was so that i could meet up with the other half and spend the whole day proper with him, since we've not met much in the past week.

I went over to his area, and there we ate breakfast; him and his Malaysian-brand Chicken, and me and my spaghetti. As usual, we ordered Cheng Tng to go along with it. After filling up our tummy, we planned to go John's shop (a handphone shop), but to no avail, as the shop was still closed.

So we started walking to the 154 busstop, to go to Clementi. As we were walking, a huuuge building loomed over us, and in it was the hustle bustle of people. Both of us were stunned.

"Eh you... Since when is this building open? I thought they were still building it?"

"Yah.. Thats what i thought too.. But how come the shops all like so fast open already?"

"Ayoyo. You live like right next to this building and you don't even know its open for use already?"

"Maybe we've been trapped in time, Faddy. Maybe we were sleeping for the past 1 week. Thats why we don't know about this."

"Uhm.."

And so we headed towards the 3-storey market cum foodcourt and explored the whole area. The other half was amazed at the amount of Sugarcane drink stalls, and wanted to buy one. But after peering into his wallet only to find BIG change, he decided not to. And thus concludes our mini-exploration at the market.

We continued walking to the faraway busstop, the sun beating down on our backs. The other half suddenly stopped under the tree, right smack in the middle of its shadow. I slowed down next to him and he said

"Eh its freaking hot lah."

"Yah so? What can you do about it?"

"Why not, from this shade, we run to that shadow of the tree opposite there, then we walk in the railings's shadow and make a dash towards the bustop."

"But your route so many hot spots, must sprint somemore."

"Aiyah. Then you plan lah!"

"How about, we walk under this shade that we're on, towards the blocks. Then we walk under the block, all the way to the bustop."

"(Intimidated by my cleverness)
Eeee. Lame. Like small kid want to hide from the sun."

Buh! haha. So we continued on the normal route, and had to run for the bus. We hopped on it, and in a matter of minutes, we reached Empress, Clementi. I have to say i hate the rise in cinema rates right now. We used to have to pay 5bucks for a movie at empress, now its 7 bucks. 2 bucks! 2 bucks! (4 bucks for him since he was treating) He wanted to watch House Of Wax due to the existance of Paris Hilton *cough* boobs *cough*, but due to my pestering we decided to watch Kingdom Of Heaven.



30 mins into the movie, the other half was already snoring, his drool tarnishing the cardigan i gave him to use as a pillow. Tsk 7 bucks just to sleep. haha. As for me, i held on in the first few boring minutes, and was awarded with a great middle and last portion. Orlando's hair kept me intrigued throughout the movie though. haha. It was a good movie (i prefer troy), and i was surprised that the Muslims were potrayed as honourable people, while the Christians somehow took a slight whipping. Quoted from Ridjal, "this is surprising coming from Hollywood". Oh well~

And so, 2hrs 15 mins later, with me smiling and liking the movie, and the other half stoned from his 1hr30mins of sleep, he asked

"So whats the movie all about?"

Ayoyoyo. Lame lah my boyfriend. haha. So i spent 10 minutes explaining to him what the movie was all about. From there, we headed to West Coast Park's McDonalds, and stayed studying all the way till 930pm. I wrapped up my Econs test studying, and he finished 3/4 of his loooong maths worksheet.

And thus i reached home at 1030pm, soaked in the rain, and sneezing all the way, only to find out upon reaching home that the whole family was sick. Tada! haha. So later on, my mom's going to accompany Fauzi to the Doc's and i have to take care of the shop till she comes back. Aiyayayai. Ok im late. Supposed to be ready by 10 (its 9:44 am now), and yet i still have not bathed. hehe!

I could have stayed in that position for the rest of my life and not get sick of it.

It is a cool Saturday morning. Rain is going to pour in turrents in a matter of minutes. Here are the reply to tags that i've promised.

Reply to tags:

Ady: Ah yer aku dah link kau. Kau spell nama aku salah. nak kene jitak?

Ah Boi: OOhh wee. Yeap2 who wouldnt love that fone! oh and thanks for the rather inspiring words about my hockey training. you should sign up for yoga, though. ermm.. i fell face-first. *malu malu*

Ain: Oh that guy's your abang angkat. You two do look very similar though. Oh and i didnt use photoshop. Just used 'microsoft paint'. uhm and ure welcome about the advice thingy.

Arikazari: Have a nice day too Johnny John John.

Aziz: Haha. Thats cause you have work too, my dear boy. As for me, im free and easy, thats why i can take 2 ccas. Oh and thanks for the compliment! =) btw, only JJC has much camaraderie. hehe. chey~

Diana: haha. thanks dik. =) wats ur blog addie uh?

Ditri: Wa'alaikumsalam. fad sihat wala'fiat. faris ckp dia dah jaga fad sebaik2nyer. haha.

Duan: haha. You survived my mushy entry! Thou shall be rewarded with a certificate from me. Please collect at the nearest post office! Thanks for the good week wishes. and for the record, i fell face-first. *malu malu*

Fana: Yeap dats what i thought too. But then again, they shouldnt stereotype. Many many of my JC friends arent like that. buh!

Farez: respect for me? haha. i hope so, farez. i hope so.

Faris: Thanks dear for informing the peeps. kehkehke.

Farn: Booooh!! i cant watch GSC cuz im broke. Would you like to sponsor me?.. haha. taik tercicir kepe. Gross~

Fefe: yay yay! Fad dah update blog! u mean u always read my blog ker? tag banyak2 k? haha.

Husna: Nyeah nyeah! Yoga's good but its damn hilarious.

Idza: haha. yeap cikgu isa's one unique character. so fun his class.. NOT. haha.

Irfan: Neh stupidity doesnt have its limits. Go wild babeh! and yes, i am chaotarer. Hanguser. aaaaahh!! Whitening cream! here i come!

Kimi: haha. great to be single? i guess so. but with faris, its great to be attached. eheeeeeeeeehehe! pasal yang sweet entry tu, aku kan senantiasa very sweet. mcm kau tak tau gitu eh. hahaha!

Kinky: Hhaha. Ok this is so overdue, but kinky, welcome back from KL! hahaha.

Malihha: Welcome, mally. I hope you're doing fine. I miss you too beb, i apologise for not contacting much. i have tons of homework lah. when you dah masok poly you'll see what i mean. Sigh.

Nalisa: AKU RINDU KAU LAH DEY. cuma aku takde time nak chatting2 sangat. Help me murder my econs teacher and i WILL talk to you and kinky all night long. PROMISE!

Nas: Hello Nas. Bye Nas.

Nazeera: School's fine babe. The malay community has erupted into around 40 peeps, and around 20 of us are rather close. yay! Hmm. I hate PW too! Luckily my group aint that bad.

Nurul: Yerlah2. You helped me sign up for hockey. pfft. hehe. thanks nurul.

Sal: Neh. That point of time my com was down uh. But yes, i am VERY buzy though. pui!

The star: haha. And i thought i was the only one who was drama-mama. lupernyer everyone like that. may i know who you are?

Xiuz: Haha. Havent you heard? Faddy has changed man! Faddy has changed! Im now more matured. feweeet! and yes, i do miss you guys. boohoo. oh congrats for being in the top 2 JC bands in singapore! i guess you'll be more band-mad now right?

Oh wow! Another photo of me after such a long while. I truly thing ive become less photogenic, and it makes me so depressed. Boohoo! I don't look good in real life, so i was so happy that i looked nice in pics. But now i look ugly in both. Boohoo! Notice my uber dark skin. Nyeah!


This is Sangitah the cacat. She's so cacat but people fail to notice that, instead everyone of my friends call ME cacat. Life is unfair. Oh if she looks familiar, thats because she was in JJ during the first 3 months also. The BREASTident of the Society. Old habits die hard, she still thinks she's the chioest girl in school. *pukes* hahaha.


This minah seducer wannabe had made so many enemies in school on day one because of her minah looks. I bet none of you will disagree. haha. The first time i saw her, i was like "Oh sheesh this kind of Minah also can get into JJ". I was like so full of distaste for her ah. But after being posted into the same class, this clever minah is one of my closest friends, and i can safely say she is very UNminah. A 100% good example of Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover. An arab+chinese mix.


The girl on the left is Natasha. She's actually a J2, but somehow she got herself confused during admin day and now she's still stuck in J1. Sadly, for the J1s. This girl is by far the most talkative in the group. For example, she talked for 2hrs STRAIGHT this morning when the whole lot of us ponteng Malay lessons. She holds strong views on different stuff, and rarely does she sway in her stand. Most of the J1s respect her alot, i guess. I do.

The girl on the right is in the same class as me. Noridana. She's like the mak (Mother) of the group. She's the one who will go "Did you do your work? Why arent you doing your work? Fadhilah, don't give Fara the answer! How will she ever learn? Can you all stop talking?" and on and on and on. You can say she's the most sensible one in the group uh. But we all love her very much cuz she's like the person who reminds us to keep work and play balanced. Oh and Dana, HAPPY BIRTHDAY beb!


This is Radhiyah. At first we all thought she was the silent kind, the kind of person who doesnt gossip and all. But suddenly out of the blue, she opens her mouth and out spouts bitchy gossip that was much bitchier then ours! haha. We were all like flabbergasted. Turns out she's the kind who keeps quiet and notices stuff. She talks with this very cute accent and sometimes blur like sotong.


Irahhhh. This girl very the miang even though she has a 7year relationship with her boyfriend (woah!). I'm not really close to her, but what i do know is that she's super good in economics as her mom's an econs teacher at SRJC, and she's very helpful.


Ok then, i need to do my homework now. Don't forget to leave a tag! I'll reply tomorrow night or Saturday morning. i PROMISE! hahahha. nonsense~

The Toa Payoh stadium was ringing with cheers from both sides of the arena; Nanyang JC against Jurong Jc. One after another, either side of the stadium would erupt with synchronised clappings and movements. I have to say, JJ's cheers were much more impressive; we had much complicated cheers whilst all they did was

"N *clap* Y *clap* NYJC"

C'mon lah. All of us already learnt spelling in kindergarden. *sniggers* haha. Ok i'm just being cocky cause we won. It was a very close fight, the end score was 3-2 (JJ being 3 of course). Haha. But it was not only the volleyball team which was impressive, the whole school cheering as one was really very touching too. Silly me *almost* teared lah. hahha! Ok emotional moment here folks.

So during the last set, where both teams were drawed at 2sets each, with JJ leading 14 - 8, the whole school was jumping around like monkeys, going bonkers. One after another, cheers were shouted. Everyone was in a good mood, who wouldn't when your school is in the lead? haha. So when Team JJ scored that final 15 points, the roof fell down due to too much vibration from the cheers that followed and we all died my mates and i were hugging each other, slapping each other's backs and screaming out cheers like nothing else mattered. kahkahkah.


Much congratulations to the JJ Volleyball team!



The weather was really nice today, almost perfect if the temperature would go down a little. After the match, i met up with the other half. The initial plan was to sit down somewhere together to catch up on our respective homeworks, but we ended up eating a spring chicken which he bought, going to Jurong East to buy his d500c (after selling his black V3) and having a ball of a time playing this "Free Kick" game on his handphone.

Bliss.Bliss.Bliss.Bliss.Bliss.

Its 10:16pm right now. By midnight, i'd have to complete my Preliminary Idea for my Project Work and my Maths Tutorials. Gahhh! Got to go guys. Tag replies on weekend. Promise!

We sat there, under the shining stars with the breeze slightly caressing our body. Occasionally, an MRT would rumble by, breaking the silence that was between us. We just sat there, not talking, not touching, only hearing the voices ringing in our heads. I would glance at his scrunched up face, his eyebrows downturn and tight, his lips grim. But i knew that i could do nothing except to sit by him and let him know of my presence. I'd then look up at the trees swaying with the wind, my heart heavy with worry for him.

For a few minutes, we sat like that. I could say it was the longest real silence between us; a silence that somehow speaks a thousand words by itself.

He then tilted his head towards me, and spilled out the worries that was burdening him. I could only listen and sympathise; i can't place myself in his shoes, as i have not, and i don't think will, undergo what he's going through. I listened, nodded and comforted him. At that moment i really wished i could take away some of the stress he feels... Take care of yourself, dear. I really hope you won't give up. Hold on and you can get through this, trust me. I'll be here to accompany you if you need anything.

Other then that, Team JJ hockey was thrashed by VJC. No comments. The score was too absurd that i don't think anyone felt the pinch. hahaha. *shrugs*

I apologise i've not replied any tags in my tagboard. Im sorry Ady. I promise I'll reply during the weekend. Assignments are pouring in turrents, but then again, whats new?

School has been great actually, if you manage to minus off all the studying, the homework and the Physical Trainings. And to that you plus more jokings, crapping arounds, laughters and gossips. You do the maths.

I quote from my latest read "You put two people in a room together, and politics naturally comes around". You just can escape from human behaviour can you?

Yes you're right. These are my random thoughts once again. I feel claustraphobic. And yet i have no idea why. Oh and i just got back this 16PF thing, which i had paid 50 bucks for. It was a study to show your personality. So basically, i've paid 50 bucks to degrade myself. How sad is that?

Nyeah. Im tired. Of what? I don't know. Whats the point of all this? All this studying. All this going to school and coming back home with more workload? All i look forward to when i step out of the house are my dear friends and the other half.

I miss Rhino and Claire. I miss Atikah. (I welled up when i saw the shoe she wore) I miss Hakim. I miss being carefree, not a strand of homework or project to be done. I miss late night chats. I miss him waking me up early in the morning. I miss time crawling by. I miss a LOT of stuff. Sigh.

Or maybe all these are just PMS.

Those who stumbled upon the earlier mothers' day post, i take back my words. Gah! Im having bad PMS right now, not the kind that makes me mushy. Sometimes i wish people would stop treating me like a rubbish bin.

"Rubbish bin, Faddy? Why?"

Cause of the simple fact that people tend to take me for granted. They'll latch on to me whenever they have problems to offload (aka rubbish to throw), but when they're as happy as a butterfly (don't ask me why i made a connection from happy to butterfly), they push me aside and totally ignore me, until they have a new problem to offload. Bleah.

I woke up this morning to the sound of pouring rain, and the sound of my mum shouting to my brothers as well as my father

"Hoi! Its 9am! You're all gonna be late for Madrasah!"

I had chuckled to myself, and nestled between the soft comforters that hugged me tightly, providing a warmth and a luxuriant feel on my skin. As if on cue, the handphone lying beside me rang softly. His deep voice resonated from the other side of the phone and we chatted for a while, my laughter echoing around the small room. A few minutes later, i put down the receiver, having to respond to the call of mummy. After passing the mum her iron, i nestled back in bed, my latest read (Nina: Adolescence) in my hands, and there i read till around 10am.

Then i got up and strode into the computer room, the silence of the household rapturing my ears. Windows Media Player began crooning voices of John Mayer and Jason Mraz. I started on my homework accompanied by the heavenly voices of the two men, as well as the pattering of the raindrops and the occasional thunder.

A letter to the other half.

Disclaimer:Contains mushy lovey dovey stuff which might cause reader to vomit. Avoid if possible.

You asked me why i don't speak up for the things i might want us to do when we go out. The answer is simple. I wanted to do things that would make you happy, and the things i want to do, might not make that happen.

I don't mind, travelling all the way to your area, or to your school, or to wherever you want to go for your deals. I don't mind, as doing this allows me to spend more time with you.

I don't mind, what my friends say, or the look on their faces, when they know i go to your area almost everyday after school just so that we can complete our homework together and to see each other. I don't mind them making fun of me. I don't mind, as in these moments we get to share what we did the whole day, and we get to make each other smile after a long hard day, or laugh over funny incidents that had happened.

I don't mind, when you call me late at night when i am sleeping, even after a long tiring day. A call at such a late time would mean you'd have something important to share with me, and i'd be more than happy to accompany you through the night.

I don't mind, when you have to cut an outing short because you're feeling ill. I'd rather see you nestled in bed on the way to a quick recovery, rather then you tag me everywhere with a stoned look on your face. I'd want you to smile when you're with me, just like the way i smile everytime im with you.

I don't mind, when you point out how dark i am, or how frizzy my hair is, or how i look like a boy sometimes. It hurts, but i don't mind. Cause it makes me remember to keep myself pretty and proper like a girl just so it please you (and myself).

I don't mind, when you sms me "Hey.. Can call me now?" a dozen times a day, as i love listening to your happy voice chattering non stop over a profitable handphone deal, or the discovery of a new song or something like that, and to hear you laugh gleefully over the phone.

I don't mind, when you jokingly punch/tickle/smack me, but ended up hurting me a little. I don't mind, as it makes me smile to see you laugh.

I don't mind most of the stuff that you say sorry to me for. I don't mind, as i love you.

The aftermath mood of Team JJ on the hockey pitch after the game against ACJC was a totally different experience for me. Never have i thought, in my 30plus days in the team, i'd actually feel very sad and disappointed when we lost 1 - nil.

Unlike the past two games, where we drawed with PJC, and won 2 - nil against TPJC, the 11 players on field came back to the bench in a sombre melancholy mood. Rai, Dewi and a few others were already beginning to shed tears.

I could understand why; this match was important to them. It was sort of a "make-or-break" session. A win would get us to the semi-finals. A draw would raise our chances. A loss... A loss makes the goal seem farfetched, speacially with VJC as a final contender. Furthermore, with Amalina (the captain) in hospital due to an accident 3 days ago, they had wanted to give Ama's mind a rest.

In the end, i guess they knew that they had done their best. Dewi was an exceptional goalie today, blocking a lot (and i mean a LOT) of goal-attempts by the opposition during the short corners.

As for me, I cheered/shouted myself silly. Nyeah!

School was fine today, i guess. It was a short day, seeing that the hockey players were dismissed at 11am. The malay gals and I decided to enter Cikgu Isa's class 15 mins late, which meant that i stayed in the classroom for a mere 15 mins before saying

"Cikgu.. Nurul and I have to go off already."

"So early? What for?"

"Hockey girls are having a tournament today lah, Cikgu."

"Go go. Later they'll award you a certificate playing hockey"

Ouch. What sarcasm. So Cikgu Isa. hahaha. Citot nyer cikgu.For your info, Cikgu Isa is the father of my neigbour next door. Although he doesnt live with them, i still have to jaga myself because i'm afraid he'll complain to my neighbour and neighbours being neighbours, will pass on the message to my mom. Oof! We don't what that to happen don't we? Bluek.

Such a small world.

Mental Note to self: NEVER go to a polyclinic again. Or if need be, go at 7am and add one more person to the already abundant list of Kiasu Singaporeans.

Due to my churning bowels which flushed itself 4times last night and thrice this morning even though i did not eat anything, i half-heartedly (kapui~) decided not to go to school to avoid the risk of pooping in my skirt. So i dialed up the other half, and he too decided not to go to school to finally go to the doctors to check the cause of the pain in his chest.

So by 1030am, i met up with him and together we trudged to the place. Being a first timer in the polyclinic (henceforth known as PLC), i was happy to see the short queue in front of the building. So i happily queued up behind this Nonya, and when i got my number and after the nurse behind the counter said

"Your appointment with the doctor is at 1pm ok?"

I happily went outside to wait for the other half, who was behind me in the queue. He caught me before i went too far and exclaimed

"Eh! You haven't register yet you already go out!"

"Register already what. (Holds out queue number) There! You also have kan?"

"Otak you. That number is for the queue to register!"

Whoopsydaisy. So i returned inside grudgingly and almost collapsed to the floor in fits when i saw an uber alot amount of people waiting to register, and that my number was waaay behind the current registree. Defeated, the other half and i grabbed seats and entertained ourselves with games on his s700i and 3230.

"Eh you. Shoot shoot!"

"Where?!"

"There lah!"

"Where?!"

Kapoooooossshh. (Power cut off in the PLC)

The scenario happened again and again, and our wait was lengthen as the nurses had to restart the computers multiple times. Bah! After the long wait at the registration, the doctor's office, the X-Ray (for the other half) and lastly the pharmacy, the trip to the PLC finally ended at 330pm (thats around 4 hours burned at the stupid clinic, mind you).

I was charged a minute amount of $4.70 for my consultation, mc, as well as Charcoal while the other half was charged $18.40 for his X-Ray, chest checkup, consultation, mc, as well as medicine.

Oh well, i guess cheap things do come at a price.

To whom it may concern *smiles*

There is no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
And no song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia tone loving

Love is the answer
At least for most of the questions in my heart
Why are we here and where do we go
And how come it's so hard
It's not always easy and sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing
It's always better when we're together

Mmm, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, we'll look at the stars when we're together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together

And all of these moments just might
find a way into my dreams tonight
But I know that they'll be gone
when the morning light sings
Or brings new things for tomorrow night you see
That they'll be gone too, too many things I have to do
But if all of these dreams might find their way
into my day to day scene
I'd be under the impression I was somewhere in between
With only two, just me and you,
not so many things we got to do
Or places we got to be,
we'll sit beneath the mango tree now

Yeah, it's always better when we're together
Mmm, we're somewhere in between together
Well, it's always better when we're together
Yeah, it's always better when we're together (mmm)

I believe in memories, they look so, so pretty when I sleep
And when I wake up, you look so
pretty sleeping next to me
But there is not enough time
And there is no, no song I could sing
And there is no combination of words I could say
But I will still tell you one thing
We're better together...

I apologise to anyone who's been reloading my page daily only to be presented the same old things being rewritten again and again. For those who have failed to read the tag written by the other half, my computer had crashed yet again and truthfully i couldnt be bothered to really get down to repair it.

One reason, and only one reason can explain my actions: the existance of busyness (if theres such a word). School has been a neverending chore, with Economics homework coming in turrents. The only thing that gets me through the day are my new friends (who i will talk about one fine day when im free) as well as the prospect of meeting the other half other school to complete our homework together.

The only reason i have time to type this entry is because i didnt go for my Hockey practice cuz im having sliiiight diarrhoea. Yes my dears, im in the school hockey team. This saturday after training for 3 hours under the hot blistering sun, i looked into the mirror and found a chaotarer (blacker) version of me. Its true. After not meeting Luqman for roughly a month, the first thing he said to me was

"You in Hockey school team isit?"

"Yah.. Why?"

"No wonder you're so much more darker now."

I have commited skin suicide. Bah. Currently toying with the idea of quitting the team after the tournament. Would looooove to quit now, but since ive taken up the responsibility to be a substitute, i shall not let the team down. Furthermore, i love the jerseys and the mini skirt that comes along with it. hehe.

Oh one shocking news (especially to old friends). I'm in Malay Dance! wahahah. When i told Hakim and Lukman about this, they were practically laughing their asses off in disbelief. The conversations went something to this tune;

"Eh im in Malay Dance tau."

"...."

"Oi! Why are you so quiet? Im not joking lah!"

"Fadhilah? Malay Dance?"

"Yah.. Why?"

"Haaaaahahaha" (Laughter continues till the end of time)

But for now Malay Dance aint really a favourite. Too much animosity between the J1s and J2s. Apparently the J2s hate us, saying that we have bad attitude. However, i guess the J2s who said that hasnt noticed the big mirror on the danceroom wall.

They expect us to prance around like experts when we haven't even danced a single step of Malay Dance in our entire life. They dont even make us feel welcomed on the first day of our dance practice. And to add on to that, some of them thing that they're great at dancing. Truthfully, the only person who dances extremely well would be Natasha. And even she isnt smug like you guys! (pfft. i presume someone is bound to come across this article soon).

Oh and for the record, the reason why Dana, Radhiya and I dont want to dance for Cikgu's wedding is because it was very last minute, and we'd be a hindrance to YOUR dance. Let me ask you, is that having back attitude? BAH.

Phew! That was a load off my chest. Kahkahkah. Anyway, i admit i suck in dancing malay dance. Im not so flexible ah. Haha.

Alright, i guess thats that. Im kinda sleepy now. Good Evening.

Whilst running to scare pe'ah from the back, i tripped and fell flat on the grass/track, and cut/bruise myself. I deserved that huh. They were all laughing at me instead of helping me. boohoo. what friends i have.

And somehow he's unreachable since just now.

Sigh.

I am full of hope.

But till then, i shall wait and see.

If all goes well, i shall elaborate.

If not... Then i shall implode.

*kappffftt*

A quick entry before i dive into my 500 word history essay regarding Industrialization in Europe which brought about colonization. *pfft*

Yesterday i decided to go for the hockey training, and i have mostly positive reviews about it. The sun was shining, the running only consists of 1 round around the track, the playing was great. The only bad side was the fact that i was quite bad on my first contact with the stick, and was not chosen to practice with the J2s, unlike the rest of my malay mates. boohoo. =( im so pathetic.

Oh oh. and i think that i must have held the stick wrongly, or had a wrong posture, cuz now im having a massive backache on the left side of my spine which stops me from sitting down for too long a period. baah! How to play hockey you tell me?

Today i had yoga for the first time in my life. Took a couple of pictures of my friends and i in retarded positions, but decided not to paste them up in case they turn against me. haha! It was funny lah. Really funny. You guys should sign up for yoga. All together now. "Lie down with your hands by your side, palms facing the air, legs not touching (but not too far apart) and close your eyes. Feel the energy flooooow~"

Kahkahkah. i laughed till i cried. Oh and before i go, Claire Chan if you're reading this, i apologise. i know ive been a bad friend, but i still love you, and i hope you understand that you live so blardy far away, and i am usually broke so its hard for me to go out with you. I am very very sorry. And i do miss you, even if you dont miss me anymore =)

The industrialization in europe marked the...

I attended my GP module for the first time today - "Prejudice and Discrimination". When we were asked to form our own groups, automatically, as if a blind force was pushing us, the chinese grouped with fellow chinese and the minority groups (malays + indians) grouped together.

The teacher frowned, then smiled. He asked us

"Will someone please tell me, why in a module where you are supposed to put aside discrimination and prejudice, the majority and the minority groups are divided?"

Wanting to get it off my chest for so long, i whined

"Cher. I gave up. Since sec 1, ive been trying to mix with the chinese, but most, i say most, not all, are not willing to mix with me. They tend to forget the presence of the minority group, and start speaking in mandarin. Even after countless reminders, they still do it. Im too tired to even try again. The same thing happened to me this morning. I had to remind my groupmates to speak in English for around 3 times in a 10mins conversation, but alas, the conversation still started and ended in Mandarin. It pisses me off."

The chinese teacher held a surprised look on his face, turned grim, and said

"I agree with you."

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Whilst on the bus with Shafiah to return home, we sat in the middle portion of the bus. At the back, a group of anak abu Malay lower sec students from Jurong Secondary sat and were making a helluva noise. The way they spoke, it was as if the bus was 100m long and they wanted to communicate with the driver.

Now that wasnt the main point. No, that wasnt. Halfway through their loud mindless banter revolving mat and minah issues (which, if i might add, contained alot of Sial and words to that effect), they noticed Shafiah and I, the JC students sitting upfront. Then one guy raised his voice and said shouted (in Mat malay language, of course)

"Ah JC students sey! You think you JC you so big ah sial?"

That, and of course with a series of expletives and phrases which i can't understand. STEREOTYPES! Bloody nuggets. I still dont understand to this day why students from poly and ite hate (discriminate) students from JC. Yah, so we entered JC. its just another school what! Another institution! I dont go around with my nose high up in the air and making fun of all of you! I have friends from poly AND ite. So what right do you have to say that i think im big?

Bloody stereotypers. Thinking of them make my blood boil. C'mon lah! If you want to criticise me please at least have some evidence. BAH! *grrrrr*

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Desperate housewives up at 10pm. Yay i so cant wait.

Goodnight.

Mushy entry. Dont enter.

And the whole day i was left smiling to myself. As we were sat down on our respective chairs, facing each other, he took out the Livestrong band on his wrist, asked me for my hand, and slipped it on mine. He then leaned close and whispered "I love you, Faddy". And the best part? His smell is so distinct on the band! now i smell him everywhere i go. hehehe.

Then when we were supposed to part, i went off first since he was still occupied with some hp stuff at his friend's shop. 2 mins later, i received a call, and there he was running after me, wanting to accompany me to wait for the bus.

Gaaaah. At times like these i cant help falling in love all over again. hahaha.


Faddy <3s you loads.

Sunday morning.

Hang wet laudry? Check.
Swept the floor? Check.
Washed the dishes? Check.
Cleaned your room? Check.
Packed up your homework? Check.
Get ready for studydate? Check.

Now all i need is his sms to tell me that he's on his way. Hurry up, Dear! I can't wait to dive into the wonderful world of economics/history/ao maths! Baaaaaaah. I hate having homework.

An excerpt from a new friendster testimonial from a classmate of mine during the first 3 months:

.. hahas.. she so cute and minah. she actually made me feel a bit intimidated at 1st wheneva she does dat u die thingy..

Me? Minah? hahaa. Gosh i was laughing when i read that. I think most chinese's definition of Minah would be a non-nerdish malay grrl. bah! But i do agree with the fact that i intimidate people. First impressions people have of me (BEFORE i open my mouth and blabber nonsense, that is)

"KEREK SAK MUKA!"

Which means i have an arrogant face. nanaa. but the moment i open my mouth, everyone (well, most) people like me. wahaha. Basically, the impression that most people will have on me is that im a crazy, nice and funny person. Which is good, but rather boring. I want someone to have a different opinion about me, not the same old same old. Im rambling. Faris, where art thou?

*EDITED* at 4:42pm.

Envisioning the cool crisp air and the awesome sunrise outside, i dragged myself out of bed at 6am, got ready, and went to meet the other half for a morning jog.



The weather was perfecto, excluding the sudden but short drizzle in the middle of the run. My staminapower has decreased to 50% of what it was last year, which equates to 25% of what it was in my netball days. I am very VERY sad. It was like.. i totally zonked out after running 500m. hahaha! But i dragged myself on, and managed to complete 1.5km. Not bad lah tu. Tommorow morning i'll set the target to 2km. Insyallah. Talking about physical fitness, i have signed up for 2 CCAs for the 2 years i'll be in JJC.



The first - HOCKEY. haha. Actually i quite dread the training and the running, ESPECIALLY the running, but i guess i'd look cool carrying a hockey stick around. *sssh did i just say that aloud? hahaha* and the fact that i'd like to try something new, and my brother can help me along too since he's in his school's hockey team.



My second - Malay Cultural Society. haha. Not surprising ey? Last i heard my school's MCS is currently rather defunct, sadly, but they're working hard trying to revive it once again, due to the increasing number of malay students in the school. yayness. And if tasha becomes the president, im sure we'll have some plays to stage soon. yayness.



The other half currently owns an XDA II mini. I, Nur Fadhilah, am very jealous, and was seriously considering running away with it, if not for the fact that he runs faster then me, and has more stamina. (and even i were to get in a cab and escape, he knows where i live. BAH) The phone/pda has everythiiiiiiiiiing. Damnit.

I effing HATE my internet connection. Something is seriously going haywire with my house's phone/internet connections. I get practically ZERO network in my room and the living room, and the internet is WORSE then 56kb. Waiting for this page to load alone took 10mins. I've GOT to complain about it to starhub soon. BAH. and singtel also.



So anyway, its still cool outside. The kinda weather you just feel like hiding between the blankets, with nothing but a light on, a good book to read and soft jazzy music (cue Micheal Buble, Jason Mraz and John Mayer) in the background. Ah. The Emo days. kahkahkah. Since ive got two English novels and 1 Malay novel which ive not yet touched, i think i'm staying home to read the whole day today.

*chuckles* Or i just might be sleeping.

EDIT BEGINS.

And so here i am, roughly 6 hours after the above entry. Ive accomplished nothing except a good sleep, 2 hours of random bloghopping, and a currently emofied mind. From Podah's blog i managed to bloghop to a few interesting blogs, like this one or this one.

Its been 10 months since the other half and i have got together. We've had Nah that shall be reserved for another day. I'm hungry. I think i shall cook myself some maggi, or some fried rice.

My internet has been crawling. Hopefully not to a stop.

Whilst eating lunch this afternoon, i amazed myself at the scenario i was stuck in the middle in.

To my left was a group of makciks-makciks and two teenage girls, presumably their offsprings. An obvious case of Mak borek anak rintik. The whole gang clad in tight black blouses and skirts, cigarettes clutched between fingers, blonde (dyed duh) hair tossed every few seconds. By Makcik i meant around 30 to 40 years of age.

To my right was a group of pakciks-pakciks. The typical dangdut kind. Clad in mat-rocker gear, long hair, cigarette pose and bottles of Heineken and Carlsberg on the table.

And so i ate in peace, once a while stealing glances at both sides and trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, the kpo girl that i am.

Then one of the pakcik got up, went to the ladies table, and said a corny pick-up line. I almost died laughing. The other half was shaking his head and guffawing.

Old habits die hard.

Bah. Stupid unorganised entry. Im chatting with Farez now, on some play he's writing. This aught to be fun.

I was about to go to school this morning, when i had this intense desire to poop in my skirt (i was at boon lay int), so i broke out in cold sweat. Glanced left right center, and decided that i'll poop at the As-Syakirin mosque. By the time i finished my business, i realised that i was too late for school, and would be served detention, thus i decided to not head to school, but instead to meet up with the other half, who didnt go to school as he had some SJI thing going on. (woah long sentence)

We got to WcP, where we had a morning walk to freshen ourselves and catch up spending real time with each other. Dodged flying insects, played Pepsi-Cola-1-2-3, wriggled our legs free of biting red ants, laughing till our sides cracked and talking till we got so thirsty. Ah. I miss the pre-JC days. Bluek.

We then sat at the McCafe to have our breakfast, then proceeded to read Newsweek together. He was explaining to me why the Pope's death touched alot of hearts, even non-Catholics. Ah so now i know. I think im too ignorant about the world. Seperti katak dibawah tempurung. Haha. After reading and discussing the day's plans, we studied Economics (say BLUEK) together where for once, i helped him out. kekekeke!

We had to proceed to Jurong East at 1130 as he had a phone deal. Sold his s700i for 630 bucks, and now he as a 6260 plus A LOT of money left *snigger*. Joking lah. Im not that mean ok. I dont really touch his handphone deals money. Its his life bebeh! No phone deals = No happy Faris. As simple an equation as that.

From Jurong East we then headed to Empress to watch Samara. At first i didnt really want to watch, cuz i was afraid it would be scary like The Ring, or shitty like The Eye 10. However, since he was paying, i just gave in to his persuasions (he said it was a good movie). In the end, i was wide eyed and loving the show, whilst he.. well, he was sleeping like a baby. awwww.

From there we proceeded to town area, and after walking2 he offered to get me the Turkish ice-cream (at FarEast). So cute lah the guy making the ice cream. He did this twirly-wirly-you-cant-catch-me thing with the ice cream and made the ice cream fly all over the air (whilst making me look like a fool trying to catch the ice cream). hahha! Worth the 2 bucks i guess. We then ate our evening lunch at Lido, then took the train ride back to lakeside, the journey spent snoring and snoring and snoring.

At Lakeside we hung out at his friend's hp shop for a while, had dinner together, then parted ways quite early, as both of us were too shagged and have to complete our tutorials at home. =) A great day well spent. *chuckles* And im soooo sleepy now.

Have i mentioned he looks hotter and hotter everyday? waaaaaaaaaaaaaahahhaa. Ok faris please do not implode/explode when you're reading this.


Chomp Chomp Hyaargh Sluurrrp.

Less frequent and shorter entries ey? haha. i apologise. Been kinda busy with school, ever since school has "officially" started. The past two days has been a daze, myself adjusting to a new group of friends as well as the fact that the lecturer started on the 4th gear even though it was only the first lecture. bah! haha.

My Class Mentor's like a teddy bear. He's round, hairy, smiles a huuuge smile with thick lips and has stubs for fingers. So cute! I cant help feeling happy in his lessons (econs, civics as well as IPW) even though he blacklisted me as i had skipped most of his econs lectures/tutorials in the first three months. haha!

My class seems to consist of a rather proportionate ratio of Chinese:Malays:Indians. Am very happy to see that the chinese seem to be english-speaking chinese. Lets hope it stays that way. haha!

So many hahas. Im in a rather good mood. Have finished up whatever tutorials/assignments needed for tomorrow and am very very glad. *chuckles* And the fact that me and the other half has cleared whatever murky water there was between us.

Whilst walking home just now, listening to GSC's Shake Yer Body, i actually bounced and sang loudly from the bustop all the way, not a care in the world about what the 5 people behind me would think. And i skanked in the lift. ahahaha. OK ive gone mad.

I am in such a good mood that i shoved aside my ego and am now chatting with ATIKAH on MSN! hahahahhahahha. ok i miss her. again. damn these opening dams.

Oh ya! the other half has bought an XDA II, the PDA phone and am gonna sell it for a 100 dollars profit. He's then going to change back to the s700i, and since he will still have 50 bucks left, i shall make him spend it on me! hwaha. ok jokes.

Aint funny? im losing my touch. bah!

Words and confessions in itself are sometimes not enough. Actions speak louder then them.

Thanks a million Nassy for hearing me out. It is great to have someone whom you know you can turn to with your personal problems, and you know, that that person will actually listen and advise, instead of saying "Aiyaaah. So many problems. Just break up lah!", like many people do. So thanks alot Nassy. Faddy <3s you lots.

"What do you want in life, Fadhilah?"

That was the question imposed on me by an online friend of mine yesterday night. I sat there stoning in front of the computer, my 56kb/s brain conjuring all sorts of goals and dreams in which they were all mashed up together like scrambled eggs.

And then i realised, i have no plans in life! Oh geesh. Thats horrible isnt it? My motto for now is to live one day at a time, which is bad, cuz i suddenly remembered what my teachers always tell me

"Failing to plan = planning to fail!"

Whilst bathing (and singing squawking to My Boy Lollipop) in the shower at 6:45am this morning, it suddenly struck me that i am seventeen years old. SEVENTEEN.(ok lah 16 since its not yet my birthday, but well.. you get the idea) That's so.. old. Next year i'll be 18 and in 3 short years, i'll be touching the big 20!!

Aiyoyoyoyo. I MUST plan. But where do i begin? Ah ok. I shall start sketching a rough outlook on the goals (education-wise) i want to achieve.

Goals to achieve.

For my JC2 Promos this year: Get (at least) Bs in MalayA, MathsAO and GP, and (at least) Cs in Econs and Hist.

For my A Levels next year: Get (at least) As in MalayA, MathsAO and GP, and (at least) Bs in Econs and Hist.

Option A
For university education: Get a degree in Malay Studies, Psychology or Social Work.

Option B
For MOE teaching course: Learn to teach the Malay Language. Will proceed to get a degree, and teach at a Higher Level Institution, meaning Junior Colleges or Unis (cheh! haha).

Ok so i have my education goals listed out. Now i need a plan on the how-to(s).

Means of achieving them goals:

Consistent revision.
Nyeah nyeah. I know that sounds cliched, but yeah. For the past 17 years in my life, i somehow manage to scrape through with not-so-bad results with non-consistent revision.

For example, for my PSLE, i only studied 2 weeks before the papers, and somehow managed to get an aggregate score of 256. Then, for my OLevels, i really put in an effort to study only after getting an incorrigible prelims L1R5 of 20points. So after studying for 3 months, i managed to pull my score down to 10points (WITH 4 bonus points).

The results are still good, but if i compare the 256 score to the 10pts, it shows that i have not achieved my projected L1R5. Therefore, if i dont start doing my consistent revision, my A Level results WILL be worse then my OLevel results.

Therefore, the other half has suggested that we study together, since he knows i will slack if i have no motivation. I have discussed with my mother and him, and its now confirmed that every Sunday i will be studying with him from 11am all the way to around 5pm (starting from today). So all you pipsqueaks please do NOT tempt me to go out on Sundays orkay? hahah.

Hand up tutorials and assignments.
Another cliched phrase, but i guess its true. Even if i have already understood the lectures, if I dont hand in whatever assignment bestowed upon me, it just reflects negatively on my attitude. In the teacher's mind, she'd be saying;

"Stupid kid. Never hand in my work. Waste the paper and ink only. Stupid kid. I bet she doesnt understand all my lectures, sitting down there talking and lauging with her friends. Stupid (malay) kid. Doesnt deserve free education. BAH!

Which of course, is rather undesirable as we all know that we need

The teacher's blessings.
Laugh all you want, but i believe that if a teacher likes you (not in a teacher's pet kinda way nor the Siva (inside joke) kind of way), it will be easier for you to study.

For example, student A is naughty and doesnt hand in work on time ALWAYS. She doesnt know how to solve a question. She hops along to the teacher. The teacher senses the approaching doom, and an immense heartpain is felt in her heart (doh!). As the student asks for an explanation, the teacher puts on her "professional" face, but she explains the explanation with much grudgery thus making the explanation a less satisfactory one.

Student B, however is nice, does her work, and always greets the teacher. So went she in turn, hops along to ask for an explanation, the teacher gladly smiles at her and explains the answer in full detail, as the teacher likes working with her.

What the teacher gives is what you will receive. A person tends to give more to a person he/she likes. Therefore, you will need a teacher's blessing in order to succeed.

Time management.
Padappapapada! I guess we all see this phrase in all "HOW TO SUCCEED IN LIFE" books. Basically, we can all play hard, but at the same time, study hard too. We will need time for our friends (aka social circle) but at the same time, we need to give time for ourselves too. Balance is the keyword here.

As for me, my days all end around 6pm. If i have no tutorials/assignments to complete, i will meet the other half after school at least twice on a weekday (IF he agrees to that, that is).

Saturdays will be spent outside, either with friends, family, or him.

Sundays will be the full-on revision days, like i have mentioned earlier.

As for myself, i will set aside an hour a day (after i finish all my work) on the computer, blogging and bloghopping.

Parents' blessings.
If im respectful towards my parents, and create a better bond with them, they'll tend to like me more (their love is already unlimited.waaahaha). Being liked has its good points. For example, more pocket money, more freedom to study outside with friends, and most importantly, more DOA from them. They say

Doa' ibu itulah yang selalu dimakbulkan.

Which means, a mother's prayers are the ones which matters most. So yeah, i guess thats self-explanatory.

God's blessings.
For people who believe in God and Qada' and Qadar (destiny), having God's blessing is the ultimate safe way (but not guaranteed) to succeed in life. Praying 5 times (insyaAllah) a day will lead to constant DOA for myself. Another self-explanatory topic. (Actually im getting lazier to type. heeehee)

Well, thats it.

Hmmm. I guess thats all that i can think of now. If my mind conjoures somthing up later, i shall blog about it. Now to regular daily events post:

Yesterday, i was supposed to go out with Claire and Ashrithaa, but it was cancelled, due to the fact that my mom didnt agree to it, and Ashrithaa had a family meeting going on. So i moped around the house, grudgingly completing housework like sweeping/vacumming/mopping the floor of the whole house, cleaning the toilet, washing the dishes (GOD i sound like maid). At the end of it all, i tried my luck again, complete with dishevelled hair, doe-eyes, innocent facial expression tinted with desperation

"Mommy can i please pleASE PLEASE go out? The past week ive not been going out much what..."

She looked at me and grunted a yes, much to my joy. I was given the time frame of after Asar to before Isyak, but upon realising i had my period, i could come back before 9. Yayness! Wanted to call Claire and Ash, but realised Ash cant go out. So, i called the other half.

We went to Bugis to do his phone deal, and then proceeded to Sungei Road. Funny lah dat place! The things they sell there. NONSENSE! From brown dirty shoes to off-white lingerie, to frayed wires, to latest handphone models! hahaha. Ok ok it was my first time there, so pardon my hype. I was practically laughing all the way whilst walking.

And then we visited this ahpek sitting at the longkang, and he had a showcase of handphones in front of him. By Ah Pek, i mean AhPek, complete with white singlets, bermuda shorts, no slippers, huge specs on his nose rim, dishevelled hair. By handphones, i dont mean the kukufied big black handphone of the olden days, but the latest models, Nokia 6630, O2 mini etc. So im like, yeah, maybe this kuku bird just sell, but doesnt know anything about the phones.

Am i wrong or am i WRONG!

hahaha. This Ang Moh wanted to buy the O2 mini, and the Ah Pek started sprouting technological stuff about the handphone that even the other half doesnt know! Phwoar! haha. He said stuff like (of course in a more ahpekish fashion)

"I sell you at 300. With the 256mb card. Without the 256mb card its 280 but it can still work, cuz there's internal memory. The battery now flat, so i must go home and charge for you first. Yes, i know i gave you the firewire cable, but in order for you to charge using firewire, you will need at least a little power left in the battery. Warranty card? O2 where got give warranty card. Its all online. You go online and check. Still got warranty. bla bla bla bla."

hahahhaha. Looks sure can be deceiving ey?

Ive been tuning in to Gerhana Ska Cinta alot nowadays since i bought the Cd for Nas only to find out she's already got it. nyeah. so anyway, looove their tunes alot. Finally figured out how to upload and use a song from a server (other then ripway.com). Thanks to Irfan and Arnitresna, whose blogs i have referred to.

The next song is dedicated to My Boy Lollipop.

Gerhana Ska Cinta - My Boy Lollipop.

My Boy Lollipop, You made my heart go giddy up.
You are as sweet as candy, you'er my sugar dandy.

Ha, Ho my boy Lollipop,
Never ever leave me, Because it will grieve me
My heart told me so,

I love ya, I love ya, I love ya so,
But I don't want you to know,
I need ya, I need ya, I need ya so,
And I'll never let ya go,

My boy Lollipop, You made my heart go giddy up.
You set the world on fire, You are my one desire,
My boy Lollipop,

I love ya, I love ya, I love ya so,
But I don't want ya to know,
I need ya, I need ya, I need ya so,
And I'll never let ya go,

My boy Lollipop, You made my heart go giddy up.
You set the world on fire, You are my one desire,
My Lollipop, My Lollpop, My boy Lollipop...

Nanan. Claire told me my latest entries are becoming a bore. im sooo sorry. While im typing im usually multi-tasking, be it reading other blogs or eating or whilst watching TV. I apologise. but for now,


Will someone get me that black 7600 casing?

Reply to tags.

Ain: Ceh rindu entries aku seh.. hehe.. *blush blush* haha. go KL lah. june hols approacing. so syiok man. but u shud stay there for a week den nice.

Aziz: hahah. you hate all races equally and thus you're not racist? errr. i guess theres some logic to that? heheh. and PFFT to the total defeat. how daaare u. btw my fren oso said that the berat thing while sleeping was actually syaitan kacauing me. mom said that to. argh! so scary.

Ash Baby: hahhaha. you REALLY want me to say who is A and B? you LAMER you. and i miss you too. bleargh. i blog oso claire say very boring lah my entries.

Claire Pig: ahha. i miss you too claire. so sorry today's outing had to be cancelled.

Dee: Heya! Of course i remember you. Nice blog you have there.

Ditri (kak): You live in Serawak? Ive always thought you lived in KL. hhahaha! *ketok kpale* oh and ive relinked you. hehe. YES i want the sticker. den can tampal2 at singapore. yay!

Duan: ahhaha. yah its my other half's bday. if its my bday i would have listed out a long list of what you can buy for me. hehe.

Fana: haha. so sorry you had to cancel your sentosa outing. oh well~ and thanks for confirming wat my mom said about the syaitan thing.

Hakim: haha. okok aku link kau balik kkk. and i can see that you're back. eh i miss u lah bro.

Hamizah: haha! i miss u and the primary school babes man! wats ur blog addie ah?

Hazz: yeap i saw your new layout. so depressing sia! haha. tuka lah beb!

Ifran: Hooowdy cowboy. yeeehaaa! *trots off on a horse*

Kinky: haha. yeah everyday pool. pool is the LIFE man. but since school started dah lama tak main pool. pfft. and thanks for your advise on the doa thing. =)

Mally: Yah wadabubba happened to diaryland huh? anyway ive decided not to link u there already. I linked your LJ. and its under my LJ mates. but only i can see ah. and yes, i do miss you. and ur big butt. and yes i had a war with nyamoks. those buggers. (banyak nye tag kau) and sorry for not bidding you goodbye. hjehe. i didnt bid anyone goodbye lah. sorry. and yes, im back. but i have no pwessies for you. im sooo sorry. i had limited cash lah. sorry eh.

Nassy: My mom is NOT cute. and your hair is nice. faddy is jealous. oh and yes the article is very interesting rite? rancid oso very interesting, i LOVE rancid. nanana. oh and i miss you to. boohoo. btw, nice wat helena's video. you know sometimes i cry listening to dat song just because the vocalist sounds sad? ehehehhe.

Nurul: Dey! You found my blog. hahah. anyway, ive relinked you! oh your crushing thing was even more scarier den mine sia. *shivers*

Ridjal: hha. yeah yeah you can use it. just refer to Seraphim Haven. And i sooo like your blog man!

Sarah: haha. neh sometimes i tend to exagerrate my words when i blog. kekeke. my day may not be as exciting as you read it.

Tasha: Duh aku pi skola! bukan mcm kau! hahhaa. aku pi skola aku attend lecture. kau? dok pat canteen. tsk3.

Waga: hahaha. yess. i have won him alot of times uh. but its just sometimes, ladyluck just wants to flirt with faris more. hahah. and yeah maybe the malays need to be slapped in the faces, me INCLUDED. nyeah. oh and ive hafal-ed your new addie! yay! haha. yes beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but the media is psychoing people to have the same mindset: long lustrous hair, flawless FAIR skin, slim etc. bah! oh and yeah the KL entry was boring huh. i love roller coasters too! i want to try out more.

Xiuz: hehe. thanks for the wishes babe. and thanks a MILLION for smsing me the other day while i was waiting for faris. you helped prevented a world war 3, rooting from me and him. hehehe.

Nyeah! Ok i have like 1hr 50mins to burn before OC season 2 goes on air, so therefore i shall blog about the trip to Kuala Lumpur. To sum it all up, the trip was ok, it would be much more fun if we had more time to burn there. Places like HardRock and Petaling Street which my single aunt and I had planned to sneak out to in the middle of the night had to be forgone due to time constraints. BAH!

So lets all flash back to the 24th of March 2005..

Ngiong Ngiong Ngiong Ngiong.

By 6pm, my family and i haf cramped ourselves into the seven seater car together with my grannies and my single aunt. We were to meet the other 2 families over at Larkin, as cramming 16 people in a 7 seater car would spell traffic-police suicide.

The long jam that we expected due to the Good Friday holiday was actually non-existant, and we managed to breeze through the customs in aruund an hour, where we reached Larkin greeted by the hustle-bustle of other commuters as well as the screaming and giggling of my young cousins.



Since it was 8pm, we had an hour to burn before boarding the bus at 9pm. The 16 of us decided to just sit around at the coffeeshop on the second floor. After filling ourselves full to the brim, we then boarded the 4hr Kuala Lumpur-bound bus journey.



Reaching Hotel Istana at 2am was horrible, as there were no rooms for us to check in to. Luckily, my uncles and aunts manage to talk their way into getting just 1 room for the 16 of us to wait in before we officially check in at 12. As we settled into the tinee winee room, the noise of stomachs grumbling filled the air, therefore my brother, father and i decided to cross over the other side of the hotel to the 7-11 and get food for everyone.

Which reminds me, the roads in KL confuse me so. You know in Singapore, when we have 2 sides of a road, each side goes different directions right? So as i crossed the first side, i looked to my right to ensure car clearance. Seeing the last one zoom by, i crossed the road. When i reached the middle partition, i looked on my left, saw no cars, and thus crossed the road. A second later i heard lound hongings and managed to sprint my way to safety from the car which was coming from my right. Ahk! Almost died there.

So anyway, it was great walking around at 2am in the morning. Mak Nyahs (Bapoks) greeted us at 7-11 with not-so-pretty faces as well as deep DEEP voices. Erk! And we saw a guy crouching behind a pillar doing god-knows-what for quite a long time. So after getting the foodstuffs, we got back to the room, stuffed ourselves silly, fell asleep till around 10, and checked in into our respective rooms.



As i still wanted to catch some rest since i was having slight fever and flu, i searched around the hotel to find the warmest spot - the whole room was far too cold for comfort. Finally i found a spot to sleep in - the cupboard. aahaha. Sumpah i slept there. So i slept there for a good 2hrs, then changed and headed to Berjaya Theme Park. Yay!



I almost died when i saw the indoor roller coaster. For your information, ive NEVER, i repeat, NEVER taken any roller coaster rides my whole life. Well, until that day, that is. hyuk hyuk. I somehow managed to overcome my fear (nyeah. more like protecting my ego cuz my aunt kept teasing me) and got aboard it. Not so bad lah. Wasnt that scary actually. Maybe because i was closing my eyes everytime i see a bend or a twirl. kahkahkah!

My favouritest part of the theme park was the bumper cars! haha. It was fun lah banging into people and seeing them bounce of their chairs and looking at me in a "YOU JAGA! I'LL GET YOU BACK" look. haha. Call me sadist. whatever. i LOVE bumper cars. Queued up like 5 to 6 times. mwahaha.



So after walking around the shopping mall, we decided to give KLCC a visit. So we queued up at the taxi stand, waiting for 20mins but to no avail. Then suddenly this red taxi came in, wah you should see the grins plastered on our faces. But NOOOO. This f*king uniform-wearing girl rushed in from God-knows-where and stopped the cab. My aunt, brother and I were like shouting and shouting at her cuz we were already so tired, but she just looked at us and jumped into the cab. What the hell?! No decency AT ALL. As the cab went pass us, she covered her face with her bag, which was sad, cuz she missed the middlefinger pointing my brother and i did. BAH!



So we gave up waiting, and boarded the monorail. We got off a few stops later, and had to walk a faaar faaaar distance to change to the other line, the station Dang Wangi. I like the MRT we boarded. The whole MRT was decorated from top to bottom with Nokia advertisements. Nice blood red color. Sweet. Even the announcements had the Nokia ringtone before it. kahkahkah.



And thus we reached KLCC, the scent of Rotiboy engulfing our senses. kahkahkah. walked around, but the place was too high-end prices for mom and dad, so the only thing we bought there was food and Rotiboy. yum yum! the place is very beautiful, though.



The next morning, we headed to Little India to have our breakfast. I wonder why the Nasi Ayams there are named "Nasi Ayam Singapore", when in fact, the taste vary by alot! So after finishing our food and shopping around for a while, especially at the wholesale center Mydin, we headed to Sunway Lagoon, much to the joy of the kids (me included. kahkahkah).



Sadly, it was pouring like chicken nuggets when we got there, so we decided to hang out at the novelty shop. I wonder why they were selling Australian souvienies in a Malaysian Souvenier shop. So weird. haha. So we took a million pics with koala bears and snakes and cowboy hats and mat-ified shades. It was fun fun fun!



Half an hour later, it was still slighly drizzling. The young ones were itching to jump into the pool; after all, we're all gonna get wet sooner or later, so what difference does a lil rain make? hyuk hyuk! The first hour or so were spent frolicking around the lazy pool and the wave pool with mom and aunt, but the hours that followed suit were spent going down tubes and slides and screaming like nutters. FUN! If only Singapore has places like this. Bah!



That day was also my mom's birthday. However, the whole group had planned not to wish her and make it seem as if we had forgotten. But later at night, my aunt and I sneaked to a cake shop and bought this huuuge blackforest cake and surprised her with it. We crammed into grannies' room, sang birthday songs, stuffed ourselves silly then headed back to our rooms to plonk into bed straight away.



The next day i complained to my uncle that KLCC and Berjaya Times Square had items that were to high-priced for my puny pockets, so he brought us all to Sungai Wang, where the shoes there were screaming "BARGAIN!" "CHEAP!" and the shop attendants were yelling "CUTIE!" "HOTTIE!". wahahahaha. It was fun running around with my brother comparing shoes and prices. I finally got a black-pink Vans, while him, a brown-beige DC.



We later rushed back to the hotel to pack up, checked out, grabbed a cab, and rushed our way to the station to take the bus home. If only we had more time. Nyeaaaaahhh! I feel like going there again perhaps with my friends or with my cousin Anz, the next time with more cash and yes, more time there... The end!

Gosh i took like more then an hour typing all that. kahkahkah! Miss blogging alot lah. And bloghopping. Sorry ive not visited your blogs for the longestest time, and that ive not yet replied to tags. Really apologise. Been too busy readapting to JC life, though i say i still feel like im in the honeymooning period. Like for example, ponning school today. wakaakka!

I think 30% of the school did not attend school today, due to the fact that the programme lined up for us consisted of talks and nothing but talks from morning all the way till 1pm. Wat the hell? Who in the right mind would want to go through that amount of torture? The butt cramps, the drooping eyes. Bah! So i went out with the other half. haha. What do you expect?

The Eye 10 is not as scary as i thought it would be. The beginning seemed promising, but i was laughing out loud throughout most of the movie. haha. it was more of a comedy! haaha. but then again, i slept through Boogeyman, so perhaps my thoughts may differ from yours. haha.

Have i mentioned im so addicted to gerhana ska cinta and my chemical romance? nyeaaaah. Keep blasting them 24-7. (pirated cd from m'sia, what else? heheheh.)

Soooo. yeah. I guess that would be all. My fingers are numb and my arms are tired and im yet to bloghop. I shall reply to tags as soon as i have another hour free k? I dont know when that will be though. My sincerest apologies. Keep tagging ya.

Goodnight sleep tight.

Yeahhoo. Im back from KL. 2 days ago actually. Been too busy and shagged from school, outings, "washing eyes" as well as catching up with him that i dont have much time to blog. Sooo sorry.

Seeing my schedule this coming week, i sure hope i can manage a proper entry soon about the KL outing. Miss bloghopping and typing out long mundane entries. Bah!

School now ends at an average of 4pm. Like oh my God. and when i'll join Hockey as well as Malay Cultural Society, i have no idea what time i shall step foot in the household daily.

On the other hand, JJC is a blast with around 40 to 50 malays or pupils taking Malay Language. The 2 hours Malay lesson just now was so fun (for the first time in 3months). The class consisted of around 30 females and 15 males, and was divided by 2 (by ourselves, not the teachers). The first group (which i belonged in) consisted of 7 girls and 15 guys, whilst the second consisted of the rest of the girls.

So the teacher gave us a composition TEST to do on the first lesson (like what the hell?). The second group sat quietly and did their work, while the first group was having a ball of a time laughing and cracking jokes and listening to mp3s. Nanana.

I met Liyana finally after a month of not seeing her. Her first reaction to my newly pierced ears, my hairband, my tote bag and my walk was a scream, a shocked face, a round of laughter, and finally

"FADHILAH! YOU LOOK LIKE A GIRL!"

I am apalled. Does that mean i looked like a boy last time? Egad. But it is rather a compliment, so thank you Yana. That sort of thing makes my day. Hee.

I realise that its easy to live life when you're beautiful. It is human nature to get attracted to pretty stuff, like flowers and sunsets and soccer. I envy beautiful people.

Like her. She doesnt even have to try to make friends. Cuz she's beautiful, people flock to her like bees flock to honey. People want to be associated with her. I envy her.

People like me? We work extra hard and yet don't get the same results. Nyeah. Shouldnt try too hard though, or you'll end up like that girl in my school.

"WISHING THE HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS TO THE OTHER HALF!"

Nanana. So its his bday today, and i managed to meet him for around an hour or so to pass him the huge *cough* fugly *cough* card i made for him. Its the THOUGHT that counts ok? hahha. Happy Bday dear. Most of what i want to say to you is in the smses, cards, and phonecalls i made to you. (",)

OK! I'll be gone for 5 days. Dont miss me ya?

KUALA LUMPUR! HERE I COOOMEEE!

Taken from Seraphim Haven, the blog of a friend of mine.

The Malays in Singapore make up the second largest proportion of people in the country. Despite once being Malay soil, Singapore has developed into a country dominated by the Chinese and surprisingly the foreigners, a group that makes up Singapore's minority group.

Over the years, the hold that the Malays have on the country as a whole has been slowly slipping away. It all began, of course, with the very founding of Singapore. The moment that the land was handed over from the Malays to the British was the moment that sparked off the Malays' downfall. Of couse, many sees this as a wise choice of the locals to let the higher power mould our beginnings, but what they fail to realise is why this was so.

The real reason the land was lost from the Malays was not because of wisdom, but because of greed. In secrecy, the government has managed to slip this piece of information into all youths without their notice. What I'm talking about here is the fact that lower secondary social studies never fail to emphasize how much MONEY the British paid the Malay Sultan in exchange for control over the land.

Thank God the government has enough mercy to spare the real reason why the Sultan needed the money, for the sake of the Malays. But since this is an expose article, I'll defy the remaining efforts the Malays have put to save their faces and reveal it anyway. The Sultan needed the money for cock fighting, as in cockerel. Before the days of betting on horse racing, the early locals betted on fighting cockerels. Obviously the Sultan was a big fan of this.

I mean, hey, who in the world with the right mind would hand over an oversized island of a swamp to some guy in tights, weird sideburn and an exaggerated English accent when the land has strategic geographical advantages and an economic potential? If that guy wanted money, he could have just invested in the good old Singapore. Too bad he was desperately in debt.

And that concludes the embarrassing beginning, JUST the beginning.

More than a century has passed since then, yet nothing has been improving. The loss of the land to the British is now emphasized with the loss of control to the Chinese. The crime rate of Malays are way higher than the other races, and that goes for pregnancy, abortion, academics, and all the social problems there is.

To make it worse, the Malays are even associated to terrorism and for a reason that they themselves can't deny. So far, all the terrorist-related prisoners are all Malays, most of which were in direct relation to J.I. and indirectly, the Al-Qaeda. Heck, Osama bin Laden's a Muslim, and so are Malays. The relation is undeniable.

We can't say that the Malays do not realize their mistakes. Some time back, the former prime minister of Malaysia himself made a public announcement about the failure of Malays. If that isn't publicity of the Malays' failure, then I don't know what is. In that announcement, through tears he revealed to the Malaysian Malays their non-productivity despite the special rights that they have been endowed with since their birth and since the beginning of that nation. Even at the cost of the prime minister's humility the situation is still the same.

Back in Singapore, efforts to publicize all the failures has become an ongoing effort. The latest edition to that effort is the weekly show titled "Hanyut" on Monday nights on Suria. (for those who cared, I assisted in the production of the theme song, the singer is a stupid minah by the way). The name means to be swept away, the inspiration to this article and the focus of this expose. Every week, the series tells the true life stories of some dysfunctional teenagers, with a different topic each show. The stories could be about anything negative, including gangsters, tattoos, extramarital pregnancies, abortion, smoking, drugs, you get the picture.

Now, to shed light on such negative matters to the community that spawned them could have several effects. The first is the classic "learn from your mistakes". Probably when the producers thought of the show, this was what they had in mind. Though other consequences to producing the show were probably dismissed or probably not even thought of, typically Malay-like.

The second effect is to stereotype everyone's impression of Malay teens. The irony is that the "everyone" I refer to include Malay parents themselves. How many here can deny that Malay parents, after watching the show, will tell their children to not follow what was shown on TV without realizing that their children were the ones committing those offences themselves. As if failing is not enough, now the Malays just had to ensure that everyone thinks that they are failures.

The third effect is more psychological. Scientific research has proven that what one sees and believes in directly affect the type of person they become. Now let's theorize what could happen to a Malay teenager who watches the show. I think you can see it already. Heck, just look down at the void deck to get a clearer picture. Now you can see what happened. When we thought the situation couldn't get any worse, the Malays once again defied that by putting their youths' future in a vice grip of past failures. They take the saying "history repeats itself" to a whole new level.

What sparked my fury personally was the tone in which the show was delivered. It makes the viewers all seem naive and innocent, as if the wrong-doers in the series are some bunch of losers from a faraway place. Well that could qualify since their colossal bosoms did originate from their thinking of walking to the bus stop is a marathon (notice that was a metaphor, not a simile).

If they wanted to make a show about how much the Malay community has failed, at least make it like a straight-to-the-head tight slap, like the article I'm writing now. They should produce a show exposing the sick problems that naive and innocent looking Malays actually face instead of the naked-to-the-eye problems. Retelling the tale of past mistakes is becoming such a cliche. Surfacing newer problems would be such a touche.

Sometimes one would wonder how a disaster at this massive a scale could be kept blissful to the public eye. More importantly one would continue to wonder what could possibly the solution to all this. Day by day, the stakes are getting greater. As the public eye turns towards the direction of the Malays, will we see them scattering about like the filthy rats they are or rise from the ashes to be born anew. Only time can bring the ultimate expose to that question.

And yes, I am a Malay.

[end]

Nanana. So there. He then had a follow up post in answer to some people who rejected his idea. So just click on the link if you wanna read the follow up ya.

Had a great day with the other half today even though we DIDNT play pool. Truthfully i got quite tired of it. hahha. We first went to Funan the ITmall to look at Hps cuz he was thinking of changing his phone. But after walking around he found nothing that was worthy, so he did a deal over the phone with some guy.

We then headed to Esplanade's library, and that cute guy practically snored so loud whilst sleeping at the sofa that the librarian personally came to wake him up. haha!

The third stop was Commonwealth, where he wanted to do his handphone deal. Since we got an hour to burn, he brought me to some ulu coffeeshop, where the Black Pepper Nasi Ayam was quite nice. Yum yum.

After getting a new hp, we then hopped on 198 and slept like babies all the way to Jurong West, where we went to the McDonalds to get some icecream and drinks. Slacked for a few minutes, then we headed our separate ways.

I got very drenched in the VERY heavy downpour. Im now running a flu and a fever. Nyeaaahhh. *sniffles* The moment i reached home, i had a hot shower, and retreated to the comforts of my bed. (did i mention i sprayed Shieldtox 5mins before?) I then drifted to sleep, the sound of the pouring rain pattering against the window, the whirring fan and the absence of mosquitos.

*Achooo!

Before heading off to bed last night, my brother and i prepared for the night. We splashed on some insect repellant on our whole body from the neck downwards, and sprayed our rooms with Shieldtox a good 10 mins before going in.

I bid farewell to him and entered my room, lighthearted but still with a tinge of suspicion that the mosquitos arent all dead. I turned off the lights, snuggled up in the covers, reached out for the telephone and dialed the other half.

30mins into the warzone. So far so good. Status still biteless.

45mins. DAMN IT 4 BITES IN ONE GO. BAH!

Conclusion: Shieldtox sucks, and yes, i should have sprayed the repellant on me more thoroughly.

Second leg of war tonight. Wish me luck, dear comrades. AllahhuAkhbar! hahaha.

I went out of the house with $1 in my pocket, and i came home with a tummy full of Nasi Lemak, Pizzas etc from Pizza Hut, as well as hands stained with the pool table's blue color. Nyeah! Its great to have nice loaded friends. haha!

Ok lets have a diversion. I only managed to sleep soundly from 410am to 530am last night (morning)! For some apparent reason, from around 12 to 410, i kept waking up every 10 minutes, only to find a new mosquito (or somethin) bite on a part of my body, or because i felt someone was crushing me. Is that scary or is that scary?

At this one point of time, i think at around 3am, i felt so badly crushed i woke up. I tried to move, but i couldnt. So i panicked, and started mumbling all sorts of prayers i could think off. For the next 5 minutes, i was battling that crushing feeling, and had already used up most of the prayers i remember. Finally i could feel my toes and with one mighty heave as well as a louder "Subhanallah", i managed to lift my arms and turn myself ever so slightly. Then suddenly that crushy feeling was gone so i quickly turned on the lights and propped myself up. Nyah! I was so scared to sleep after that.

And one more weird thing. During the 10 minute sleeps i got, i had a continous dream. I dreamt that i was in this unidentified school, and a whole lot of us were going to the airport to board a plane to some place. Then i found out i was late, so i decided to take the shortcut, in which i had to pass through the rundown part of the school.

By rundown, i meant RUNDOWN. Like totally unused and derelict. Falling bannisters, cloths hanging down from the ceiling kind of rundown. So there i was running in the building, and going down the stairs. I tripped and fell, and got tangled up in the cloths. Here, i woke up at 345am.

At 410am, when i managed to sleep again, i had the EXACT same repetition like in the continous dreams i had in the 10 minute sleeps. It was as if the sleeps i had before 410am were pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, and the sleep i had after 410am was the complete jigsaw puzzle. But before i could find out the ending, my mother had woke me up to get ready for school. Damnations.

Is it a sign or something? Whatever it is, it scared me shitless the whole night. i was practically huddling at a small corner of my bed, my sweat trickling down my forehead and back, my mouth continously murmuring prayers of protection from the unknown.

Ok so lets put that aside, and talk about today. Oh oh! Let me recall a scence from this morning

(Faddy spends 15 minutes tying her damn short hair)
Mom: TAKE THE BAND OUT NOW! YOU ARE NOT TYING YOUR HAIR!
Fad: But whyyy? I mean its so frizzy!
Mom: WHERE GOT?! TAKE IT OUT NOW!
Fad: (takes out the band)
Mom: SEE? ISNT THAT NICER?! NOW YOU RUN ALONG TO SCHOOL W/O THE BAND!

Like oh my God. I typed that out in capital cause she really almost shouted at me. At 630am in the morning. All because i tied my hair. - ok no comments -

Ok so i got to school and didnt attend one single lecture. Hung out with my JJC mates whom ive not seen for around 2 - 3 weeks, then proceeded to play pool with persons A and B at Bukit Timah. The identities of persons A and B cannot be revealed due to a situation that person A has landed itself into. nyeah nyeah. haha.

So the pool game was rather hilarious, as A and I were trying to teach B the right way of holding the cue. B was trying out all sorts of hand formations it reminded me of the Buddha's 13palm. There was this one time where B even attempted to support the cue using the "V" sign. ahhaha. Ok had a ball (pun intended) of a time laughing.

So after the game, I went off to Jurong East Pizze Hut to meet up with Ashrithaa and Claire, as Meng Meng, a former classmate of ours, were treating us lunch. Yum yum. He forked out 52 bucks like nobody's business, and even said

"We'll have lunch again soon."

before leaving us to go shopping with a girl at Queensway. Nyeah. some people have all the riches. hahaha. Nevertheless, thank you Meng Meng!

So now im back at home, before 7pm. Rather early i must add. Im proud of myself! haha. School postings will be out tomorrow, at 8am. I hope i get into JJC. haha. yes Rhino, i know its rather impossible for me not to get in, but who knows what God has in store for me?

Gasp. The unthinkable has happened. Ive been slaughtered in pool just now. He got all stripes + black ball in, while I..

NONE.

Like oh my God. (but on the other hand i won him once also. Perhaps its yin and yang? hah!) Im still recovering from shock. Good night to you.

As if to irritate the shit out of me, the bird kept squawking (not chirping) outside my window, not allowing me to retreat back to my slumber in peace. Then there was a loud banging on my door, from the brother who needed his Ez-Link badly. I shot up and experienced 10second blindness. I passed him his card, and plonked myself back in bed, massaging my already spinning forehead.

Then i checked my handphone, no sms or missed calls, much to my dismay. And so i called him, only to find out that i have woken him up. He sounded grouchy. Im sorry Is. So i got out of bed, and went online, with the mother screaming in the background, askin me to bathe and get ready to help out at the shop for the whole friggin day. Thus i went to the toilet and bathed.

After drying my hair, i realised that my hair is in such a bad condition and no amount of hair oil can tame it. Then i smsed him, but perhaps he's still in the loo, or perhaps he's angry with me and thus the phone still have not alerted me of any new msgs.

As you can see, im having a bad morning.

Nyaaaah. How i wish i live in pleasantville, where everything is fine and handy dandy. Waking up to the sound of birds singing melodiously, with the sun smiling down on me, slight knocking on the door to awaken me. Where i have no low blood pressure, thus eliminating 10second blindness. Then id hop skip and jump to the toilet, where id awaken my senses with some nice smelling shampoo, which would further nutrify my long and glorious hair, all volumy and straight and shiny. Bah.

Me and my dreams.

I wish my day would turn out just fine though, although the fact that i have to spend the whole day at the shop already spoils it. Nanana. I sure wouldnt want my holidays to end of crummily.

[edited] oh glory. He has replied. may more good things come throughout the course of the day. InsyaAllah.

[edited again] Ohh la la. No keys to the shop = means not having to open it. like yay. Alhamdulillah.

[edited for the third time] YAY. i only need to go to the shop at 3pm, which means i can go pool with the other half till then. YAY. hahahha. Alhamdulillah.