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.

Mom and Dad are away in some relative's chalet at Costa Sands. Oh why didnt i follow suit? Nyeh. i feel a bout of pms coming about.

Did i mention i spent today's evening crying in front of the telly cuz i was watching some Hindi show? I was speculating a happy colorful ending (thats what all Hindi movies are made of), but instead i got a sombre monotonous one. Boohoo.

I wet 1/5 of my pillow with warm tears watching Salman Khan disintegrate into a state of mindlessness upon seeing his beloved lying dead before him; all his efforts of running away from the asylum put to waste. So romantic (in a very twisted saddist way). I am a sucker for romance *hint*.

I am horribly gross when it comes to Art. I spent an hour of my afternoon trying to make a card, and i ended up throwing everything away and sinking into depression for a good 30mins. I suck at Art. Will someone please help me?

4th entry for today. I think ive gone bonkers. Or perhaps im just bored. sigh. Oh and ive discovered something today

Noone can be perfect. Not me. Not you. Not him. Not her. All of us are retarded in some ways.

I AM NOT A RACIST LAH.

I was watching the High On Life show on channel 5, and was miffed when i noticed that Sly the AhBeng performed twice and there were 5 cinone songs being played out and not one Malay or Indian song.

Dear Mediacorp, Taufik singing an English song does NOT make it a Malay number and(something) Masala playing a drum beat does NOT it an Indian number (yes we all know that Masala in an Indian food or something, but that does NOT make it an indian number). Pfft.

So anyway, some cinone (again) performance is being held at the hall opposite my block, and i really cant stand the whiny cinone opera voices as well as the whiny kids singing whiny songs at the top of their whiny lungs. STOP IT LAH. argh.

Am i giving off bad vibes? heh. Im in an ok mood actually, just being miffed about the cinone thingys.

Its like the CC at my area was holding a supposedly multi-racial new year celebration event last year, and so me and my brother bought tix to attend it. Heck yeah there's halal food, but they were hosting the show in mandarin and having cinone opera singing 24-7. And we paid for that? BAH. so much for being multiracial. and this year the whole thing was a flop. the event started at 730 and my dad said at at 745 he saw only a few ahpeks and nonyas walking about. BAH! Serves them right!

Oops i sound like a racist. i am not. i love claire. See im not a racist. The fact that she's a pig even prove how unracist i am. im blabbering im blabbering. i'd better stop before i do more damage.

My sec 2 brother doesnt know how to spell "Hair". Like oh my God. thats sooo pathetic. So anyway, Kimi, my guy best-fren, smsed me just now

"Eh you not going to the CSS Malay gathering next Friday?"

And to which, of course, the answer is a No due to the fact that im going KL on Thursday night all the way till Sunday. To that, he replied

"Alaaahh (whiny tone). Dont have you then its not the same lah."

He then called me, and chatted with me for the next 10 mins. I told him to get off the phone cuz he was actually on a family outing, but he refused to do so. Apparently he said its been so long since he had last conversed with me, which actually meant that he misses me.

I feel loved. hehehe.

I like watering my Mom's plants early in the morning (by early i meant 10am).

I'd feel the morning wind caressing my hair and face, whispering to the plants and the sunshine just lightly beating down my back. Then i'd feel the cool water dripping down my hand and legs, and i'd here the tss tss-ing of the swaying leaves rubbing against one another. The awakening of my five senses just by a mere action of watering the plants early in the morning never fails to make me smile.

Gasp its a Saturday afternoon and im blogging at home? hahaha. Told ya mom was angry at my going out every single day from morning till night. So yeah, im kinda grounded. pfft.

i hate my hair. pfft. oh wait i blogged about that already. So lets move on in life. hahaha.

After washing my hair, it when kapoot. My hair went kapoot. My hair went kapoot. My hair went kapoot. My hair went kapoot. My hair went kapoot. My hair went kapoot. My hair went kapoot. My hair went kapoot. My hair went kapoot. My hair went kapoot. My hair went kapoot. My hair went kapoot. I want to kill myself. My hair went kapoot. My hair went kapoot. My hair went kapoot. My hair went kapoot. My hair went kapoot. My hair went kapoot.

PFFT.

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Ain: hahhaa. my bf no twin lah. but got sister. u want his sister? and thanks for the well wishes beb. amin. oh oh! u saw me today? wat was i wearing? maybe its me. hehehe. knapa tak tegur?

Ashrithaa: haha. other half. other half. other half. nyeh nyeh! yay i dun look like a minah. yay. but my hair sucks. dun see me in school.

Aziz: Store my mind in a box? haiyoyoyo. u think too deep bro. i told u so. hahha. and ure not making sense about the Pearl Jam song. haha. lagu boleh mcm sour prune eh? hahhaa. btw i hate sour prunes.

Ditri (kak): haha. study is now on hold. haha. blom officially posted to a school ah.

Duan: I never torture him lah! hahaha. he does all this willingly. ahaha. im making my card as soon as im posted to my new JC. :) i dont like the hair. hahhaa. and why wud u want to be a sponge seh? hahaha.

Fana: eek. i cancelled Sentosa outing lah beb. apologies. and my hair is NOT wow. pfft. sigh.

Hannah: haha. i rock! yay! haha. so anyway, im linking u orkay?

Husna: hahhaa. touching smouching eh? ehehe. im linking u ok? thanks for the compliments! :D

Malihha: ahahha. my bro keeps calling u mak Leha. wahahha. oh oh and my hair sucks lah. u saw wat. its kapppooott. sighness.

Narda: Hi! hahaha.

Nas: Huuarghhaa. dah jumpa pon. klaka lah farez. and i love u too ok? *hugs u back*

Pig: MY HAIR SUCKS. siiigghhh. i never show u cuz i noe i can never buy it. hahahhha.

Salbiah: hahaha. ure back bini! Panjang nyer entry kau. hahha. btw my hair sucks. and i miss you.

Waga Waga: Yes yes i do love that song. makes me go all gooey. hehe.

Xiuz: yes last kiss is damn nice. heh. so anyway, my hair is NOT fine. and shopping is good (if u have the moolah that is). haha.

I had earlier planned to start of this entry with Spongebob, but nehh something more important came up;





Truthfully i have no idea whether i like it or not. Hmm. Its something new, but i strictly told the auntie

"Auntie ah, You cut make sure can tie ok? I in school later cannot tie very hot lah auntie. somemore my hair very frizzy, later kapooot! ok auntie ah?"

And the auntie had given me a firm nod and said

"Yah lah! Auntie know. You just sit there and relax ok? Stop moving and talking too much. Hard for auntie to cut your hair. later senget then you complain."

And now my hair cant be tied. I dont know whether its good or bad, since she did thin it and layer it, but somehow my past keep coming back to me; the mats in the bus shouting

"Eh Eh! Anak pontianak siak!" (Eh Eh! Pontianak's daughter!)

Bah! Shuddup all you mats before i poke all your pierced noses and your carrotty tapered pants. Pfft.



So anyway, i watched Spongebob Squarepants the movie today!! hahahahaa. It was freakingly hilarious, and i was laughing like nobody's business through out the whole movie, alongside with a million small kids and their parents. An at first reluctant other half came out of the theatre amused, said

"Haha. i didnt know such stupid cartoons can be so funny."

So go watch it! go go! I'd like to ramble on and on about the parts that i like, but i shall not since i want all of you to watch it. heh. More info can be read here.



So like all of you might have guessed by now, i went out with the other half again today. We went the usual places, but then decided to check out the Excelsior (spell?) Hotel at City Hall, where Luthier Music just moved in. We ended up checking out the guitars at Davis, and i found the Doraemon guitar most amusing.

Priced at $800 and the brand being Paul Reed Smith, the guitar is not something to be sniggered at. But Doraemon? hahaha. So cute. Reminds me of the many times i'd use to sit in front of the boobtube at 7pm and turn the channel to TV1 (a Malaysian channel). haha.

Oops i have a conference call with Mally and Nassy in 15 minutes. Gotta go then. Oh yes, i do realise ive been going out every single day for the past few weeks, and for the note, mom isnt too happy with me. *shrugs* hehe.

Good night.

Aaaah. I so abhor going to town with Ashrithaa and Claire, although i do look forward to it (as oxymoronic as that statement seems). haha.

The reason why i hate going town with them is because they'll enter all this nice shops like Surf(something), or Topshop or Ripcurl etc, and my eyes will go googoogaagaa, itchy fingers pulling out fabric after fabric, swirling thoughts and temptations playing in my mind, but i'll later get snapped back to reality, upon realising that i have no

$ Kaching $

So yeah, yesterday due to some constraints i could only meet them at 4pm. Hee. So sorry guys you had to wait for an hour at the bus stop. So yeah, the moment i reached Queensway, i ran to the busstop, and had to run to catch the bus which they were boarding.

I was greeted by a (very) red Claire, Josephine, who went freaking canoeing early in the morning at Sentosa (yes they're nuts), and not to forget Ashrithaa. The initial plan was to get to Little India so that Josephine can trim her eyebrows, but after me and rhino psychoed her, she decided against it. So we dropped halfway and took another bus to Orchard.

Waaahh. My heart strings are tugging real hard. My Wishlist:

- That pink Ripcurl long-sleeved blouse.
- That white Roxy handbag.
- That black-rimmed Topshop shades.
- That Topshop girl boxer with pink font.
- That Topshop black bikini with rainbow stripes.
- That Topshop dangly earrings.
- That Topshop necklace.
- That pointed anybrand shoe. (BOUGHT)

Ok with all that Roxy and Ripcurl and Topshop, Hakim said that i am turning into a Minah. I wanted to slap him right there and then on MSN, but when i thought about it, i realised that it could be true what he said, if you just look at my clothing taste now.

But Fadhilah = Minah?

Heck yeah i know it rhymes, buuut me? Minah? Oh God Forbid. haha. I am very confused. I want to wear all this lovely pieces of clothings, i want to look pretty and ladylike, i want to be like all my pretty cousins and friends, but i dont want to be a Minah. So how? Opinions please? *tears hair out*

Erps. Pardon that diversion. So anyway, i had to leave by 6, so i went off. I later learned that Ashrithaa left a few minutes after i did, and Josephine and Claire had planned to go KBOXing till 5am, and then head back to Claire's estate, where they would continue suntanning beside the pool. With the sleepy eyes that they had on their faces throughout the orchard trip, i wonder how they're gonna survive staying up till dawn. pfft. haha.

So yeah, please give your two cents about the Minah thing. heh. If its very long, post it to me. Bye! Time to bathe and meet the other half. yayness.

The significant other (wahaha. take that rhino and astroboy!) let me listen to this song on his iPod. Its quite an old song, but me, being emoish as usual, moisted my eyes whilst listening to the lyrics.

Pearl Jam - Last Kiss
Oh where, oh where can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me.
She's gone to heaven, so I've got to be good,
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.

We were out on a date in my daddy's car,
we hadn't driven very far.
There in the road, straight ahead,
a car was stalled, the engine was dead.
I couldn't stop, so I swerved to the right.
I'll never forget, the sound that night--
the screamin tires, the bustin glass,
the painful scream that I-- heard last.

Oh where, oh where can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me.
She's gone to heaven, so I've got to be good,
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.

When I woke up, the rain was pourin down.
There were people standin all around.
Somethin warm runnin through my eyes,
but somehow I found my baby that night.
I lifted her head, she looked at me and said,
Hold me darlin just a little while.
I held her close, I kissed her--our last kiss.
I found the love that i knew i would miss
well now she's gone, even though I hold her tight
I lost my love, my life - that night.

Oh where, oh where can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me.
She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good,
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.

Nyeh nyeh nyeh. Sometimes i cant help it if every entry has his name. I mean, if i go out with him on that day, then my blog entry surely would have him in it, wouldnt it? Like for example, if i go out with you today (whoever you are), then my blog entry would have your name in it.

Doh.

*Grins to herself and hugs herself tightly.*
Goodnight.

I recall the other half asking me

"In your memory box has nothing of mine right?"

And to that i had stood in silence, and drawled out a

"Yeah.. Nothing of yours.. Except for that letter you wrote on our blog and i had printed it myself."

He gave me a sheepish grin, and apologised. That meer question had got me thinking; after 9 months, how come he has given me nothing to put in my memory box? After much thought (and whacking my head in conclusion), i realised that the memories he gave me cannot be fit into a box.

The memories he gave me are everywhere in abundant; when i hold my handphone, i hold a posession that he had given me. The next time i hold a cue, i hold the knowledge and skill he had entrusted unto me. When i look around, i see the many things we have talked about. The better person i am now is because of his constant naggings.
And the list just continues.

Its not the material things that matter. Its not the things that can be held and kept in a box. Its the things that the person has engraved into your mind and heart. Things that you dont need something to remind you of it.



Am i making sense? Haha..

Three reasons:

1) Bus conductors suddenly decided not to slack anymore, and really went out to do their jobs after months of sitting around rotting.

2) Im just unlucky.

3) Its a sign that i should save up money (buh) and go get my Ez-Link instead of using my brother's.

After 2 (or 3) months of being EzLink-less and making up for it by using my brother's, i finally got caught. Not once, not twice, but thrice. Sigh. Woe is me. Woe is me. Poor other half had to fork out the last of his money to pay for my bus fares (ADULT rate some more).

BUH.

*Gasp*

What am i doing up and running about in such an unGodly hour on a HOLIDAY?! khekhekhe. Well, since i woke up at around 715am, i decided to just stay awake and do housework. A lil surprise for the still-sleeping mother. So far i've cleaned my whole room and uh.. cleaned my whole room. Does that count as housework? haha. Oh well, i do plan to vacuum the whole house and wash the loo later on. Taking a much needed break right now.

My stomach's churning since yesterday, though i have no idea why. I've already cleared my bowels yesterday night, so there shouldnt be more trips to the toilet what. Urgh. Its kinda irritating. Lets hope i dont fall sick during the holidays; what a waste if that happens.

I have tons (pure exagerration) of programmes lined up for the holidays i feel complete. heh. Now all i need is permission from the mother to be allowed to go out, and as usual money. Bleah. Money is always the issue here.

Monday will be urm. House day? haha. Unless the other half agrees to go out with me lah.

Tuesday will be my class outing. Yay! Whoopedoodledee! But that will be at night. I'll be helping out at my Mom's in the morning, and going out with the other half in the afternoon. What else but pool? kekeke.

Wednesday will be day out with Ashrithaa and Claire (and maybe an extra Bunny). According to Ash, we'll be doing lots and lots of shopping (which is good) but im kinda broke (which is bad). So anywhoos, she smsed me yesterday, suggesting we play an hour of pool after shopping. So yay! its a win-win situation.

Thursday will be day out to Sentosa with Nasuha and Malihha. hahha. At last im going out with them again, as they're always, always deserting me. Pfft! haha.

Friday, Saturday and Sunday are still free. Should be taken up by the other half though. haha..

Ok so thats my schedule. So if anyone wants me, please give me an sms aight. haha. Ok ive got to start on my work. Goodbye (and good morning)!

Reply to tags:

Ash baby: Hahaha. thats why. i went to school and i was like DAMN noone is here. haha. dont care lah. at least i got my 5 bucks. hehe!

Aziz: Pfft! Bad influence you call me? Fine fine~ Go away then. Shooh! hehe. So anyway, yeah that entry was uuuber sad. Boohoo. Why you hate nostalgia seh? The wise-man thing again is it? haha.

Fana: I look different babe! Trust me! Later on when im free i shall upload my before and after photos. You'll be shocked! haha. oh and im linking you back ok? cuz last time you didnt update. And im really glad cikgu asnida is back. was worried for her lah.

Kinky: Thanks for the compliment beb *grins*. hehe. Yeah, a lil trip down Nostalgia lane is good for the soul uh. heh. so anyway, i want PIZZAHUT OR SWENSEN. no kopitiam. or lis and i will bantai you. hhehehehhehehe.

Lisa: Yeh yeh yeh Shikin blanje. Dia bilang faddy kalau dia blanja dia blanja pat Kopitiam -.- haha. itu pun kalau dia dapat pay. apa kata kita bantai dia? hehehe. eh lis. i miss u beb.

Malihha: I still stand on my stand that Boogeyman = Boooriiing. heheh. So anyway, tak payah lend lah. Later i go some pirated Cd shop and buy the programme ok? yes yes im a councillor. May all ex-councillors unite! *salutes* haha. wadabubba am i blabbering? oh oh! i this thurs CAN. (yay) and pasal spongebob, i oso dono. Cuz faris hates spongebob, so i need to refer to him again first k.

Nas: Sialahh. kau cakap bobal mcm minah kool kaperrr. rilek sua! eh pompan ko bebual besar eh step kau mane nye bagos je nak aku rindu kau. dok one corner main guitar sua minah! hahha. wat the? mcm minah tak nas? hahahahah. I'll miss you beb. faster come back! we go Sentosa this thurs ok?

Raihanah: lalalala? wadabubba? hahha. anyway, sorry i terdelete ur link that time. Cuz i went den mcm ur blog not in working condition for quite a while. So i thought u not blogging anymore. hehe. nevertheless, ive relinked you.

Sarah: Thanks beb. hhehe. mesti lah dah improve. Almost hari-hari sey main. haha. duit pun terbang.

Waga waga: hahah. its that good huh! ok i shall watch it soon. should be worth my money. hehe. yeah the bag is small, but still~ hhehe. salutations to you mr paramedic sir!

Xiuz: I miss u too Astroboy. Miss bullying you. hehhe. and cracking lame jokes. Miss your band thingies too. hahha. So what DID your class do anyway in the LTs?

Dear Shikin aka KINKY of the Fuckinals.

How dare you watch Spongebob Squarepants without me and Nasty! How DARE you. Ive been waiting on this chair of mine, fidgeting, my heart pounding, waiting for the movie to start its screening in the theatres. And.. And.. and you BETRAYED me us?! Ah the pain, the PAIN. (throws hand back in mock distaste). Could you imagine the amount of hurt i felt when i read your LiveJournal. Egad! You took such a BIG thing lightly! This, i am very disappointed with.

Now now. If you want me to cast this all aside, just remember all you need to do, is to treat me us to Swensens. I We dont mind Pizza Hut too. Okay? Yes? You got the idea? Thank you very much. I'll be awaiting your tag/sms/pm.

Being struck by boredom all day long, i decided to clear up my memory box - a box in which i keep things which is significant at a point of time in the 16 years ive lived in this world. Opening the box was like opening up the locked part in my heart, the part which ive refused to face for the past few months.

As i took the contents out piece by piece, at times i could feel a trickle of tears flowing down my cheeks and moisting the carpet i was sitting on, and at others, i could hear my soft chuckles ringing throughout the empty household.

One by one the stories of my secondary school life came back to me. Friends of the past, the things we used to do, the friendship we once shared. Once shared. That was meant to be a past tense.

I flipped through an album, and i chuckled as i saw the photos of the Sephy Estrellas. Shafiah, Liyana, Atikah and I. I smiled looking at the stupid poses we took on, i grinned at the funny faces we made. But as the photos took me on a journey to the past, a numbness wrapped me, and i felt sombre when i reflect where we are right now - apart and distant.

I smiled once again when i read the first (and the only) poem a guy has given me, along with a curcuit board that bears my name. I smiled recalling the times i had with him, and how grateful i am that to this day he has forgiven me for my mistakes, and that we both still keep in contact once in a while.

I read over and over again the notes my classmates gave me, when i broke down in class. I remember that day, i had a total breakdown when i couldnt even accomplish a simple a maths question. I cried and just broke down, due to the fact that i thought i was hopeless, and that my life was going astray. These classmates of mine, who were not that close to me, took the time to write notes for me, to show that they care and gave their support. Thanks Michelle, Snow Lin, Heang Min, Claire, Ashrithaa, Xiu Li, Kalpana, Yin Sing and the rest.

I laughed to myself as i read the tonne of postcards Ive received, mostly from Claire. The simple encouragements and jokes she potrayed in her 'lovenotes' were enough to make my day. Thanks dear.

I grinned in accomplishment when i reread the script given to me when i hosted the school event in which President Nathan was present. Stoned for a few moments as i recalled the sweat and tears the councillors took on to make the event a successfull one. Along with the script, i had clipped on all the councillors photos. It is only now that i realised how a big part of my secondary school life revolve around being a councillor.

The slacking talks Ashrithaa and I shared during back gate duty, the times a few of us would gang up together to slack somewhere, the bonding we had in our camps, the fun time we had organising activities, their hentam-ing of me when i stole a million councillor badges and pins, and the tears we shared when we finally had to go on our separate ways.

Sighs of relief escaped me when i finally found my O Level Certificate for my Malay results last year. An A1. The only A1 i could be proud of.

The chewed up guitar pick of mine got crunched up by my teeth once again (eew), and memories of how i mixed with the malay students in my school arose. A bad time of my life, a time in which i blame only myself, and a time in which i shall not relive. I do miss hearing the sound of the guitar created by my own fingers though.

But i guess all these emotions didnt really strike me as much as when i stare at the pictures i took with her, as much as when i read the hundreds of notes she gave me, as much as when i watched the video we created, as much as when i held the bear she gave me. Atikah. I just dont know how to describe how im feeling right now.

I guess all of us makes mistakes, one way or another. My mistake was to bitch about you out of anger, and your mistake was not to even make an effort to keep in contact. I do miss you.

At last i couldnt bear the pain i held in me, and i shoved everything back inside the box and cast it aside. Too much memories to be raked up in too little a time.

I guess it was good, in a way, to keep all these things even if it reminds you of bad things. It was a journey of discovering myself, how ive grown up. How ive bloomed from a nerdy sec 1 (you should see the pics. I am astounded as to how i could bare being so fugly), to a defiant sec 3, and now to a more.. um.. lets say more femalish and grown up JC 1. How my characteristics, thoughts and emotions have changed. The decisions and steps i took to become the Fadhilah you see right now.


My first emofied entry in a long long time, yes?

Chatting with Mal right now about all sorts of nonsense and trading insults with one another. These are the typical things one can do to curb boredom on a nice Saturday afternoon when one's other half are away, and when everyone else in the world are enjoying themselves at some beach or feeding cashiers with their hard earned money. BAH.

Half an hour ago i was gossiping with Claire on the phone, and 45 mins ago i was chatting with Aziz on MSN. An hour before that i was at my mom's shop attending to non-existant customers.

I AM BORED.

Put a bunch of dickhead 14 year old mats together at the back of a bus and all you get are lots of "pukimak kau lah!" or "sial!" (you get the idea) Oh and not to forget a very troubled and improper evening nap on the way home. Pfft.

Was supposed to go pool from 8pm all the way till tomorrow morning with my cousin and her mates, but she cancelled the trip due to the fact that she wants to go out with her primary school friend. Pfft.

Thankfully he came to the rescue (and i came to his) and together we went out again. ahaha. the usual places; chinatown to get Paparoti, Bukit Timah to play pool (Like omg, i won twice and even those that i lost, i had no more balls on the table), Bukit Merah library whilst waiting for him to finish his solat etc. Shant elaborate me or you guys will moan and groan again.

Huarghaha. For the first time like in a freaking long time, i went to school. Let me make a note here, that the only reason i came was because Naz told me the civics tutor will be returning our $5 locker refund. wahha! Since i owed the other half money, i decided to go to school. heh. what a cheapo.

So anyway, i got up at 5am and had this huge urge to just plonk my head back onto the soft comfy pillow, when i head a voice at the back of my head screaming

"Wake up lah! Say want to go to school then keep pontenging!"

Ok i admit that was my mum and not a voice at the back of my head. tehehe! So i grudgingly got my feet up and proceeded to bathe and so on. By 6am i was all ready (physically) to go to school, but emotionally, well, that was another question. So i made a drastic decision to skip assembly and therefore started bloghopping from 6am all the way till 7am, where i then cooked my own prata.

Guess who i met on the bus to school? Kimi manjaaa (uhuh) my best mate! haha. i squealed like a pig when i saw him and started chatting with him endlessly. Ok make that chatting to him since he lost his voice. haha. i got so caught up in my soliloquay (spell?) that i almost missed my stop. heh. God how i miss that bro of mine.

So yeah. When to school, got my money, met him, got home and now im typing here. Kinda shagged, so i might go have my sleep after Maghrib.

Reply to tags:

Ain: haha. tulah. mcm tengah doa abeh pastu ader maki2. wadda? so anyway, hehhee. thanks. im getting better at pool everyime i play! yay!

Aziz: haha. i thought about that a few weeks ago, but then i remembered my ustazah telling me that wigs are haram. scary sia! teros tak jadi. haha. hmm.. go play lah pool! skip a few lectures or tutorials (like me). haha!

Haz: Haha! thats like SO cool. so many people got 14 seh this year. and i cant believe ure going TPJC. like omg thats like at Tampines! oh ya ive linked you btw. hope u dun mind. add a taggie ah in ur blog!

Kinky: YUN NAM? haiyo! i'll feel like a nonya/ahpek sia if i go there. boohoohooo!! sampai hati kau memperli aku shikin. jaga kau.

Malihha: ehh faris got sumthing on on that day lah! den tak boleh pergi! how how? u and nas and ur darls go ahead lah. if we can join last minute we join k? hmm.. i dun have adobe lah! so sad! mana boleh beli yang pirated nye ah?

Mira: Hekeleh. tak salah pe rent orang kalau orang rela. keke. btw i AM balding now. the last time u saw me was like last year lah dey!

Goodnight.

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Spare your $8.50 from being squashed with other stinky notes in the cinema's cash register and give this movie a miss! Like PERIOD. Its super duper draggy and boring and does not make much sense and i fell asleep in it. Like what the~

There was this part where the protagonist's girlfriend was being drowned in the bathtub by the boogeyman (she was naked lah duh. *They were about to have sex). So i suddenly thought

"Ooh this stupid boogeyman sure is a horny arse. Lets call him Puk*man!"

(oh btw the *they was referring to the protagonist and his girlfriend. Like why would the girlfriend have sex with the puk*man, who is like freaking ugly and scrawny?)

And to which the other half and i laughed for like the millionth time making lame comments about the movie. When we were proceeding towards the exit, i saw a pakcik just waking up, and overheard (ok fine, eavesdropped) a row of sec school kids complaining. haha. So yeah.



I am now once again a No Doubt fan. haha. After years of leaving No Doubt rusting on the shelves, i have once again started to download (err i mean buy their cd) their songs after hearing "Dont Speak" over 98.7Fm whilst i was pooping in the toilet. So anyone who have their mp3s, please be a kind soul and add me on MSN (skategurl_88@hotmail.com).

Speaking of toilets, you know how people tend to sing in the toilet using the shower as an imaginary mike. I do that once in a while too, but most of the times, whilst taking my lazy evening bathe with noone else in the house, i'd crank up the volume of the stereo out in the living room, and start shaking my booty in the loo for a good 30mins, imagining that im clubbing in some club somewhere. haha! what a loser. hrumph! Cant go clubbing, so i guess i'll have to make do with 'toileting'. wahahha! Oh God im high.

wahahha. Ok that was too much info aint it? Bleargh. I'm pretty broke now, but then again, whats new? heh. Have to save up $11 bucks pronto or im as dead as the mosquito i just swatted. *swat*

Ladida. Im having this insane tendency of wanting to type and type and not stop typing. The problem is that whenever i do this, whatever i type will come out as crap (which, is what you're reading right now).

So i guess i should stop here huh? Fine. Oh wait. I have one more important news before i go off and start bloghopping and linking more people.

I WON HIM IN POOL AGAIN TODAY.
waaaaahahahhaha!
good night.

Reply to tags:

Kinky: hahaha. Insyaallah when we meet next time and take lots of photos, your face will be there! tehehe!

Malihha: Hey beb. cedih aku tak jadik this thurs. sorry eh. faddy really ngah broke ah. takde sen lansung. so anyway, hah ketawa lah kau sorang2 mcm orang giler. geesh i sure hope faris agrees to go Sentosa. I have a feeling he'd rather play pool.

Nas: Eh citot! Jangan give up lah dey! Its ur future, lil miss! anyway, since i thought about what you said, my comment is this: "kalau skit gini dah malas mcm mana nak buat keje in the future? are u sure this NAFA thingy is what you really wanna do ur whole life? and remember, dun do it 'for fun' cuz NAFA aint cheap, dearie." hehee. ok dah. so anyway, Sentosa shud be ok ah. Must ask si Faris dulu though kalau dia nak.

Orang: Hey orang. May i have your introduction please? haha. And yes, the singer was from Blink 182. Wats wrong with Blink 182?

Sarah: Cute pics? Of myself you mean? hehehehee. thanks dearie.

Sufyan: Hahha. yup2. Boxcar racer was a side project of Travis and Mark (or was it Tom?). It almost caused the breakup of Blink 182, cuz these two did not invite their third Blink 182 member. Boxcar racer was their (travis and tom (or was it Mark?) take towards a different direction in music.

Wawa: Errr. nice to meet you too. may i know who you are?

Xiuz: hahaha. yeah she looks weird with her sax. plays weird too. i kept hearing empty air come out from the instrument. tsk3. claire! c'mon man. dono how to play still want to audition. hehehe. joke2. anyway, boring lah SA! JJ is so much more fun! Can go karaoke/clubbing in the lecture theatre.

As im typing this down, the wires at the back of this computer are frizzling and crackling and scaring the shit out of me. Frizzing and cracking... Kind of like my hair.

Have i mentioned these days about my hair? Well, i HATE it. For your info, im having some balding problems at the front of my scalp, and it makes me depressed every single time i look in the mirror. I've loosened the way i tie my hair, but, NO difference. i used this special hair thingy, but, NO difference. boohoo! And to add to the balding, as if adding salt to the wound, i even have frizzy kapoot hair! aargh!

Urgh. Oh well.

As you can see, i ponteng school again today. Reason being none of my friends are going. Thus, todays housework list dumped onto yours truly:

- Vacuum the whole house.
- Clean up the computer room.
- Wash all the dishes in the sink. (trust me, theres a mountain)
- Water the plants.
- Wait for Farhan to get back from camp, then serve him lunch. (pfft)
- Bathe. (self imposed)

All of these to be done before 2pm, at which i'll be meeting the other half for a movie, A Series of Unfortunate Events. May i add, its free? wahhahha. okok i shall shut up about the free thing.

Aaah im running out of time and im still blogging. Toodle dee!

I remember the first thing i did when i entered SAJC was to check out the toilets, as SAJC's toilets were reputable as hellholes. haha! Surprisingly, they turned out much better then what i had expected, thus leaving me more sore that i have not chosen the school. Buh!

The first thing the school did during assembly was (besides the standardised National Anthem) saying their thanks and prayers to Jesus (aka Nabi Isa). I was fidgeting, as i didnt know whether to close my eyes like the rest, or to just stare at them (which was rather rude, in my opinion). Therefore i ended up half closing and half opening my eyes. Tehe!



After rotting in the school cafetaria for 2 hours, Claire could sense my discomfort and boredom, therefore she initiated we hop over to JJC and surprise Ashrithaa. We lied to get pass the damned SAJC gate, and finally reached JJC. Since Ashrithaa was *gasp* in a lecture, the two of us + Michelle decided to crash into Lecture Theatre 3 and tinker around with the piano there.

The piano session turned out to be a clubbing/karaoke session when claire managed to place the iPod headphones on the microphone. Grooving to the beats of the hiphop songs blasting from the speakers of the lecture theatre, Michelle let her hair down and was shaking her booty like nobody's business. As in reaaaalllyyy shaking. Like Beyonce shaking in a particular music video, where the chest and the stomach are thrust out in a particular motion, with the fist pumping the air. I could have exposed her dancing on my blog (as i have recorded her), but i shall be a good friend and refrain from doing so. haha!

I in turn, took the mic and started singing "Sway". Most of my mates would have already known by now that the first song i'll sing when i have a microphone in my hands would be "Sway". Dont ask why, i dont know too. heh.



After meeting up with Ashrithaa, we then proceeded to Claire's place to watch MTV. Then, we proceeded to JP, where Claire and her friends went to catch a movie, Michelle went off to snog spend time with her other half, and i met my other half to eat dinner together, cash courtesy of him. wahhahaha. Oh ya, go get the Muah Chee (personal joke:makcik!)from JP. Its damn worth your 1 dollar. Yum yum!



Today... well today i spent the whole day with the other half again and again, didnt need to spend a single cent. waaahahah! I loike!

We met up and proceeded straight to Chinatown, where he bought this heavenly (according to him anyway) bun from Paparoti. Its this bun, which has a crust coffee crust on the outside, DAMN soft and warm bread on the inside, and sweet melted yummylicious butter. He bought TWO of the buns and trust me, these buns were HUGE and very filling and worth it for $1.20 each.

We then proceeded to do what we do everytime we go out on our dates; we played POOL. wahahha. OK so you ask, whats new Faddy? You play pool everytime. Well, whats new is that....

I WON HIM IN POOOOOOL!

Waaahaha. Ok ok out of the 6 games we played, i only won 1. But that makes it even better isnt it? And the best part, he still got 2 balls (do NOT think dirty. pfft) left on the table when im all done with mine! woaaah!! hahahhahha. *soaking in glory* The moment i got that black ball in, i dropped my cue on the floor, started running around the pool table like an idiot, screaming

"ALL HAIL FADHILAH!"

Jiggled around, plomped myself on the sofa, and instructed him to kiss my feet; all these while he was still standing on one location, his palms covering his shaking head, mumbling "Tyco.. tyco.."

Guess what, dear? ITS NOT A TYCO! Face it! I have improved! And i won you! Here's the huge laughter i promise you:

hhhhahahahhahhahahahahahahhahahahhaahahhahahaha
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahaha
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahhahah
ahahahahhahahhaahahahahhahahahhahahahahahahahaha
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahhahahaaahahahhaahh
ahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahah
ahahahha.

Ok thats enough. *grins* khekhkehe! So after him sulking for a good hour, he finally said

"But yeah. You have improved lah. Just need to work on your aiming and stuff. cuz now you do alot of bounce ball, should learn the senget one."

Wahahhaha. ok im basking in pride. Getting this sort of words from him are like super rare and hard to get, soooo. yeah. I WON HIM IN POOL. nyeh nyeh nyeh! hahahhahahaaha!

Ate our dinner at JP's banquet, where we both got Claypot Chicken Rice. YUmmy! The drinks at Banquet are such ripoffs! Fancy having to pay $1.50 for Bandung? Like wth. Note to blogders: Buy your drinks from Value $1 upstairs. Its TWO cans for $1.05. Buh!



So after that, we headed to IMM where we ate another brand of PAPAroti, which is called RotiMOM (and theres also rotiBOY located somewhere in this island). I prefer the RotiMOM at IMM, cuz the coffee taste is much more nicer. haha. So we later found a place to sit and talk talk talk talk talk and take alot of pictures. hehe.

Ok thats said and done. Now i have to retreat to my bed cuz im really tired and sleepy.


Goodniiiight!

Huaaarghhhh!

I am like so pooped out from today's zealous (?) activities. Pounced on Claire's invitation to crash SAJC (finally), but somehow, we ended up at JJC by 11am. Proceeded to watch MTVs (yay) at her house, and then finally met up for dinner with the other half and sent him home.

Have i told you that im so tired? Well, i am SO tired. Therefore, a proper blog entry will be out soon (no promises as to when. haha).

Reply to tags:

Ash baby: Shut up lah. Now its you who are leaving JJC. and im the one staying. And the alien knows she rocks. she always does. hehe.

Aziz: Neh. Its 10 pts with bonus uh.

Diana: Heh. Thank you Dik.

Ditri (kak): hahha. thank you kak!

Duan: Thank you! :)

Fana: hey thanks. :) Kak atikah? i dont know actually. 14 or 16?

Malihha: Cheer up mal! Your results are quite gd actually. and ive tagged u alredi leh. and im sorry again for not helping u much. and why u laff about the LJS thing? got other place oso the workers slenge eh?

Nas: Dah dapat access pon. Huarghaha. oh ya. seposen for farez ok? ehehe! aku pun rindu kau nassy.

Orang: Can get 2 points actually.

Pig: Nice wat the uniform. makes me look feminine wahahhaha.

Sufyan: hehhe. thank you bro. you even more power. all distinctions. Phwoar!

Waga Waga: Yeah my hard work sure did pay off. Alhamdulillah.

Xiuz: Yeah! Hehe. thanks you xiuz! heh. oh ya my testimonal is full of crap too! he said i was a dedicated member of greenclub. thats SUCH a lie. hahaha!

Zeera: Ni lagi satu fenipu. Now u moving to AJC. Buh!

Well hello. Here are the pictures for the last two entries. Finally got around to uploading them onto photobucket. Khekhe. Pardon the messiness aite?


The three of us with Lester along the streets of Orchard Road.


Claire practicing with her altsax.


My darling Annisa and I.


A jambu-er picture of her. haha.

I cant believe that cousin of mine is turning 19 this year. Thats like so old. So adult-ish. So not her. haha!

[Warning: I'd like to warn you that the following entry revolves entirely around the other half and noone else but him. I'm listening to Jason Mraz and therefore it reminded me of him and thus, the following entry is the product. If you can't stand mushy stuff, just read the other entries or click the "x" at the top right hand corner. You've been warned.]

The moment i woke up this morning at 10:30am, i grabbed the phone and dialed for the other half. Calling him aint a bother for him now since he had changed his phoneline and has free incoming calls all day long. So for the past few days we've been talking on the phone for 1 to 2 hours a day, this excluding the fact that we go out almost everyday too. heh.

And so we chatted for around an hour, teasing each other and making stupid comments, with not a care in the world. Its the times like these i spend with him that makes all our fights (4 in all), all our tears worthwhile.

I read through my archives, and realised that this whole blog has his imprint on it, from the first entry up till this one. The day he stepped into my life was the day i broke out from kesyahduanbayu.blogspot.com, my depressive blog. haha.

I know i sound like a loser for saying this, but i really can't imagine my life without him. He thought me lots of things about life, and most importantly, he changed me for the better. I've become more feminine (though i still have a long way to go), ive managed to achieve my targeted L1R5 score and my characteristics have changed quite a bit too.

I have to say i sometimes i tend to put him above my friends (or at least thats what you guys say). Im really really sorry, ya? I'll try to make it up to you guys soon. Promise.

So anyway, this month will be the 9th month we've been together, the longest relationship ive ever been in. I just cant help loving him more and more each day, and learning to accept him for who he is.

Ok thats enough. hahaha.

2nd entry for the day.

So where was i? Ah the bloody service at Long John. haha. So whilst waiting for my order, 2 couples have given up waiting and cancelled their orders. Buh! So after having our breakfast, we decided to play pool at Parkway Parade. Sadly, due to my uniform (which i stubbornly refused to change out of), we were shooed out of 3 locations.

I felt guilty for denying the other half from getting his daily pool game, so i decided to treat him at Swensens as an apology. Yum yum! After filling ourselves up and trying to figure out whether the manager of that particular Swensens was male or female, he headed of for his Friday prayers, and i, to meet my darling cousin Annisa, whom ive not met for a long long time.

As soon as i met her, we proceeded to Bugis, where we bought matching Tote bags from Topshop, and then window shopped at town. Going out with her is as usual, never a private affair, as every 20 steps, we would bump into someone she knows. I feel popular during that 5 hours out. khekhekh!

From Town we headed back to Tampines Mall, where i pierced my ear. haha!! I was so nervous i almost cried ah, since i have very little pain tolerance. But when it was over, i was so relieved that the pain was more of a pinch, and i was enjoying the cool alchohol on my skin, that i started being crappy with my cousin again. haha.

Before heading back to her house, we met up with her besties, Hyder and Mastura. It was ages since i last hung out with them. It was fun in a way, their teasing of me "smelling of school" and talking about their day and stuff like that. geez. how i miss the old days where i always hung out with them. Boohoo.

Yeap, so basically we reached my couz's home at around 11pm, and both of us knocked out as soon as we lay on the bed. Hehe. So tired walking around the whole day orkay?

So anyway, i went out of her house with her this morning, sent her to her workplace, then proceeded to meet up with the other half at Bukit Timah. Since ive learnt my lesson, i borrowed a Tshirt from Annisa, and we finally managed to play pool. yayness. tehe.

We were both kinda shagged after 2hrs of pool, so we decided to head home. On the bus, the both of us slept like babies all the way home.

I love the way he looks when he sleeps. The way his mouth hangs open and the drool will start dripping onto my sweater. The way he sometimes flinches and scares the shit out of me. And when his eyes would sometimes open, look at me, and then he'll smile, and go back to sleep. Or when his fingers would suddenly tighten around my fingers. I enjoy staying awake just to watch him sleep, keeping his head from bumping against the window, shielding his eyes from the sun and playing with his hair.

Hahhahaha. Oh God i sound so lovey-dovey. wahhahaha. Ok fine. i shall stop here. And Faris, i do love you lots.

Life has been pretty great this past few days. Smooth riding and busy enjoying my social circle (what social circle?) that i dont have much time to update, or rather, am too shagged to do so. khekhek.

Like the other day, where the Ashrithaa and i accompanied Claire to appeal to enter NJC through band. After sitting rotting in the band room and tolerating band freaks for 3 hours, Claire decided she does not want to go NJC anymore, and so she went into the audition room and decided to do this:

Auditioner: Ok play for me Gminor (or something like that).
Claire: Uhm. Got what scale ah?
Auditioner: Oh. Nevermind. Try something else. A Fminor (or something like that)
Claire: Uhhhm... (Grins sheepishly)

Stupid Claire. Waste 3 hours of my day. Heh. So anyway, after that we decided to head to town with this guy Lester, who, has no shame and therefore invited himself. He turned out to be such a gayish guy (BUT is not gay) and was a rather peculiar character. Fun to hang around with ah, although i still dont understand how he got the courage to go out with 3 girls whom he only met 3 hours before. Cool.

And yesterday. Woah. Yesterday was fun FUN FUN i tell you. I skipped school yet again (I went to school on Thursday and only a quarter of the total population came, thus no lessons went on) and went out with the other half as well as my bestest cousin, Annisa.

So i met him early in the morning at 7am at his house area, clad in my newly bought JJC uniform, in which, i might add, i look good in (wahha). So we hopped on the bus to Paya Lebar and ate breakfast there. Let me create a diversion here for a while.

I never, i repeat, never had such bad service like the one i experienced eating bweakfast at Paya Lebar's Long John Silver. As the other half and I approached the fastfood chain, we were quite amused to see a totally empty place, in stark contrast to McDonald's hustle and bustle. There were 2 minahs behind the counter, and 1 Nonya at the kitchen.

Faddy: G'morning. May i have Breakfast Meal 1 please.

Minah 1: Ok. (keys in some stuff). Eh Minah 2 tolong aku jap. [Minah 2, give me a hand please]

Minah 2: (Trudges over and peers into the screen) Sial ah. Apa kau picit? [Sial ah. What did you press?]

Minah 1: Apa yang dia order lah. [What she ordered lah]

Minah 2: (Keys in more stuff) Uhm. Mdm, what did you order just now?

Faddy: A set of Breakfast Meal 1. (I was like. What the hell? Its one simple meal and i didnt even make any changes!)

Minah 2: Ok mdm. Wait a while. (Keys in some stuff) That will be $5.50 mdm.

Faddy: (Hands over $50.50, expecting $45 in notes)

Minah 1: (takes the money. Keys in some stuff)

Minah 2: (shouts to Nonya for the order)

5 minutes later.

Faddy: Excuse me, may i have my change? You seem to have forgotten it. And my meal?

Minah 1: Oh sorry sorry. (keys in some stuff) Here you go. (hands over $40)

Faddy: Uhm. Its supposed to be $45. You still owe me $5. I gave you $50.50 remember?

Minah 1: (Gives a blank look. Beckons Minah 2 to come over) Eh macammana nak bukak balik register? Dia kata aku owe dia $5. [How to open the cash register. She says i owe her $5]

Minah 2: (Gives blank look. Keys in some stuff)

5 minutes later.

{Nonya puts the platter on the desk)

Faddy: Excuse me, may i have my $5 please?

Minah 2: (points to the $40 i hold) There.. I gave you your change already what.

Faddy: (irritated voice) No.. I gave you $50.50. The meal is $5.50. That means, you owe me $45 in change. You've returned me $40. That means you have an outstanding $5 to give me.

Minah 2: Ohhh. (Takes back the $40 in my hands. Gives me $44.50)

Faddy: No! You owe me $45 get it? Another 50 cents.

Minah 2: (gives me blank look, and passes me the 50 cent COIN i gave her)

Like what the fish sia? Simple maths also dont know want to be a cashier. BUH! it makes my blood fume to think of it. Anyway, my brother's being an ass right now. I shall continue blogging later.

How do you know if he's the one?

Erps. What a belated entry. I sense this is going to be one looong entry, so sit back and relax and proceed only out of boredom. Thank you.

PS. I should be a JJCian cuz my mom wont allow me to enter SAJC. im quite pissed at her.

:: O LEVELS RESULTS DAY ::


This was how i look like before i got my results. I was hyperventilating, and was into my schizophrenic self. Just ask those around me at the hall. One moment i would be making the most noise, taking a million of crazy photos when everyone was trying to listen to the principle's speech, and the next moment i was staring into air with tears in my eyes, when everyone else were talking.

I am not exagerrating. Im serious. I almost snapped from the pressure and stress. Buh.

Then came the time where one by one, students would stand up, proceed to the head of the hall, sign those darn 4 papers, and receive what would be their make-or-break paper; their result slip.

As my turn was quite far back, i looked at my friends who have gotten their results. From one extreme to another; those who whollered and whooped for joy, and those who completely broke down and cried. I was uneasy. I was unsettled. I prayed like theres no end to belong in the former group of students.

Then i heard voices calling my name. I turned, and saw Mr Sim beckoning me to heave my butt on the seat opposite him. I gave Rhino and Claire one last squeeze, and proceeded to THE chair.

Fad: Ok Mr Sim. Just shoot. Give me all you got.

Mr Sim: For Distinctions, you got Combined Humans. E Maths (I guffawed at this point of time).

Fad: Aaannddd?

Mr Sim: Thats all lah.

Fad: Shit. My English. Nehmind cher. So whats my L1R5?

Mr Sim: (Hands the paper over) You got... 16.

The moment i heard 16, i smiled weakly, got up, turned and went straight to Claire. I rest my head upon her shoulders, and tears started flowing down my cheeks like Niagara Falls. My hopes were dashed and i was so disappointed with myself.

Rhino grabbed my results slip and 5 seconds later, knocked my head and screamed

"YOU GOT 14 LAH BODOH!"

I froze for a second, and pried the paper from her hands. I counted, not breathing. The plant at the corner of the hall stopped breathing. The chairs filled with students stopped breathing. The clock at the back of the hall stopped breathing. The walls seemed to close in. hehehe. Drama sia.

So yeah, you can imagine my reaction when i realised i got 14 instead of 16. khekhekheke. Go figure.



So after lots of negotiations with my mates, it was decided that Luqman, Kimi and I would head to Bukit Timah Beauty World (cha cha cha) to play pool. So the three of us, we headed there, laughing like chimpanzees. So happy and carefree with life.

They joked about me not being like usual Malay girls nowadays, and that its easy to hang out with me cuz im like one of them. Damn. I must become more ladylike! haha. So when we reached the pool place at the top floor, we were so disappointed to see that it was full. So we went to the first floor one, and again it was full. We went to the third one, and AGAIN it was full.

As all of you may predict, they were all students clad in half uniform, leading us to derive to a conclusion that they just got their results to. Buh! Wat shitheads, stopping us from playing pool.

So the three of us just headed to Al-Ameen and ate lots of food whilst talking/bitching. It was fun, really, lots of things to catch up on, and to comment on. How friends change etc. (heh, private joke) It was a great day for me, especially upon receiving 150 from my parents. wahha.

:: CELEBRATIONS WITH OTHER HALF::



And so the next day, i met up with the other half early in the morning at 7am, and we proceeded to take bus 154 to check out how long a bus journey to the new SAJC campus would take (He got 7 with bonus points btw, and the journey took 1hr from lakeside).

So we got down at Paya Lebar, and had our breakfast at the McDonalds there. After filling our stomach, we then decided to head to Suntec to watch Team America cuz the newspaper said it was NC-16. But upon heading there, we found out that it was M-18. Buh! (kinky stop laughing please)

After walking around trying (key word: trying) to get a nice tshirt for my brother (whose bday is last week), we gave up and proceeded to Queesway, where, after much consideration, he bought an Adidas shoe at a ripoff price. After much sniffing, i decided to get myself a Kenzo perfume, and for him, a CK cologne. For my brother, i bought a size S Atticus shirt. It may seem like mentioning the size of the shirt is rather irrelevant, but it is important.

You see, my brother is rather.. urm.. big sized, so i assume that he wont really fit into the shirt. Me, on the other hand, is small sized, so duh i can fit into the shirt. khekhkhe. Get the idea? hhehehe!





We then headed to play pool at Bukit Timah. For the first time, i tried the 9feet table, and oh God do i suck or do i suck? He won me in all 4 games AGAIN. Buh! Then we ate at Al-Ameen, and since it was only 4pm, we decided to check out the just opened Bukit Merah library.

So cool sia the library! Its like so artsy fartsy and kinda cozy. And they even have a cubicle in which the toilet bowl is children-friendly. So small and so cute! haha. Cant believe im gushing over a toilet bowl. haha!

From Bukit Merah we finally decided to head back home. Since it was already 630pm, i sent him under his block then went straight to As-Syakirin to do my prayers. After Maghrib, i was too tired to hop on a bus so i hopped into a cab. haha!

Ok lah im damn tired so i shall blog about today, tomorrow. Goodnight. hahaha. What a long and lame and stupid entry.