Messages From Beyond...

2005-07-17T19:04:00.000+08:00

I have moved to a bigger, better location. Click here to proceed to my new abode. So long and good night!

2005-05-18T22:47:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-05-17T21:50:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-05-16T20:24:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-05-15T09:18:00.000+08:00

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!

2005-05-15T01:00:00.000+08:00

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

2005-05-14T09:12:00.000+08:00

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?

2005-05-12T20:43:00.000+08:00

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~

2005-05-11T21:53:00.000+08:00

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!

2005-05-10T22:47:00.000+08:00

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*

2005-05-09T20:57:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-05-08T23:27:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-05-08T14:53:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-05-06T20:21:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-05-04T19:52:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-05-03T22:51:00.000+08:00

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...

2005-05-03T16:05:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-04-15T13:54:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-04-14T21:32:00.000+08:00

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*

2005-04-13T21:37:00.000+08:00

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...

2005-04-11T19:44:00.000+08:00

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."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

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*

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

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

Goodnight.

2005-04-10T21:34:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-04-10T11:58:00.000+08:00

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?

2005-04-09T10:53:00.000+08:00

*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.

2005-04-08T22:22:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-04-07T19:10:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-04-05T20:38:00.000+08:00

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!

2005-04-04T05:32:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-04-03T08:57:00.000+08:00

"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?

2005-04-02T10:31:00.000+08:00

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?

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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.

2005-03-31T20:08:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-29T21:01:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-24T15:37:00.000+08:00

"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!

2005-03-22T21:48:00.000+08:00

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!

2005-03-22T06:31:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-21T18:31:00.000+08:00

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?

2005-03-20T19:21:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-20T10:27:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-19T22:31:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-19T21:52:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-19T14:56:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-19T14:03:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-18T23:12:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-17T22:20:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-17T07:41:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-16T09:22:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-15T23:31:00.000+08:00

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

2005-03-15T11:41:00.000+08:00

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..

2005-03-14T21:28:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-14T08:03:00.000+08:00

*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)!

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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?

2005-03-13T09:19:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-12T20:41:00.000+08:00

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?

2005-03-12T15:50:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-11T18:28:00.000+08:00

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.

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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.

2005-03-10T20:45:00.000+08:00

[[ SPOILERS INCLUDED ]]

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.

2005-03-09T11:47:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-09T10:39:00.000+08:00

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!

2005-03-08T20:40:00.000+08:00

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!

2005-03-07T19:27:00.000+08:00

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).

2005-03-06T12:55:00.000+08:00

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!

2005-03-06T12:11:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-05T23:11:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-05T20:50:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-03-03T21:43:00.000+08:00

How do you know if he's the one?

2005-03-01T23:38:00.000+08:00

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.

2005-02-28T21:20:00.000+08:00

First of all, a big thank you to all those who wished me luck! All those in my tagboards! yes you! I am very very grateful. Im in such a hyper mood that i dont really have the mood to blog. Tehehe!

English - B3 (faris stop teasing me)
Malay - A1
E Maths - A2
Combined Humans - A2
Literature in English - B3
Physics - B3
Chemistry - B4

That makes my L1R5 a total of 14 points. BUT

Higher Malay - B3
CCA - 1 pt
Stay in JJC - 2 pts

14 - 4 = 10!

Yay! Faddy got 10 points! hahahhahahahahha.

Besides those who have wished me luck, id also would specially like to thank Ashrithaa, Claire, Faris, Hakim, Nasuha, XiuLi, and all those who have not given up on me. Teaching me and teaching me and accompanying me to study even though i keep slacking. hehhee! Thanks alot dearies!

Alhamdulillah.

2005-02-27T20:59:00.000+08:00

I GOT MYSELF

Lots of knowledge about Maritime Engineering, lots of experience, a *hot* new friend in the name of Collin, the know-hows on how to seduce taxi drivers into reducing cab fees, toned abs and leg muscles and not to forget a darker shade. What? The prize? No i didnt get that. Boohoohoo!

Ok i admit i wasnt that sore about not receieving the 10k, much less the 5k. I already prepared myself to lose when i arrived at Clifford Pier at 8 in the morning, only to find myself overshadowed by my competition.

Muscular men and women (who looked like they came out of the Gym Factory) as well as middle-aged men (around 20 odd years of age) greeted us with a tight lipped smile, as if laughing at my aunt (who was the eldest female participant; at 42 years of age), her friend, as well as me (who was the youngest female participant).

We grinned back, the sound of thunder as if mimicking the sinking feeling the three of us had. Not much later, raindrops began to fall quite heavily, covering the hustle bustle of the 82 groups of people, and the silence that had fallen between Cik Ya, her friend Cik Lin as well as me.

Drama-mama sia!

Haha. OK fine. We knew our hopes of getting the 5k was dashed, so we smiled and encouraged each other into giving our best and to just enjoy ourselves. When the instruction for the 82 Marshalls to go to their assigned group was given, enjoy ourselves we did, as a cute hunk named Collin approached our group with a megawatt smile plastered on that face of his. *swoons*

Ok seriously, he's soo cute. He's from SAJC, graduated last year and is now studying in NTU taking the course Engineering. Throughout the race we were like old friends, cracking jokes and laughing at each other etc. Geez. If only we exchanged numbers at the end. wahahaha. Joke Joke.

Faris.. you're still my number one, ok? haahhahahahhaha.

So anyway, i dont think you readers wanna noe about Collin anyway. So i shall elaborate more about the race. It was quite easy lah, if you minus all the running here and there. Btw, i dont have any photos as we were not allowed to bring any digital divices with us. sob sob.

The first stop was Singapore Poly, where i had to climb a wall (grazed my knee in the process) and Cik Lin had to jump into this big BIG container containing plastic balls in search of small cards. She didnt manage to collect enough cards, so we had to serve a 15 minute penalty.

From Dover mrt (where i squeezed through the gates so i dont need to pay), we travelled up all the way to Sembawang to get to the Sembawang Shipyard. This Maritime stop was the funniest one of all ah.

Before entering we were made to wear this huge helmets. As we were rushing, we didnt bother to resize the helmets to fit our head, so the Banglas there were laughing seeing the 3 of us running with our helmets bobbing front and back and front and back. At one point of time, it covered my eyes and i almost bumped into a cyclist. Not to forget it was really hurting my pimple and i felt like dying everytime the hard material knocked into the throbbing pimple of mine. To think the helmets were meant to keep us safe. Buh! haha!

We then had to complete a challenge, where we had to dress up one of our members in full welders' attire. Cik Lin volunteered to be the Barbie Doll, so Cik Ya and i got started

Cik Ya: (Holding out a piece of garment) What the hell is this?

Fad: Erm. I think its for the arms? Ok you grab one, i grab one.

Cik Ya: Ok! (Both of us try desperately to fit in that weird piece of garment on Cik Lin's arms)

Welder: NO NO NO! Those are for the legs!

(Cik Ya and Fad stood quietly for a second. Then the trio laughed like nutters)

Fad: Ok ok! Then whats this for? to cover the eyes right? (Holds out a helmet-ish thing)

Cik Ya: Ah should be what! Come give me i try! (Tries to stuff the thing over Cik Lin's head, with Cik Lin desperately lashing out trying to get air, and pushing Cik Ya away)

WelderS: NO NO NO! You're gonna kill her if you don't let her breathe! (Both rush to Cik Lin to help her)

So it went on that way for a full 5 minutes, with Collin and the other welders looking at the three of us in amazement. It was dead embarassing, but we did have a fun time laughing at each others' silliness and stupidity. kekeke.

After the Shipyard, we went to NOL building and completed a rather easy puzzle. We then proceeded to the building opposite Haw Par Villa, where Cik Lin volunteered to go against another participant in a jousting event. Cik Lin won in 2 seconds flat. WOAH! Dont look down on this small scaled lady ok? haha. Then we had to travel to an office building at around the Shenton Way area, where we had to participate in a life-sized board game.

Our last stop was the whole stretch of Boat Quay. (Or was it Clarke Quay). haha. Since i had the most stamina amongst the three of us, i volunteered to run and search for a statue of some guy (who i forgot his name) and the tallest shophouse in the area. After getting the info, i rushed back to meet them, then we ran to the Merlion to complete a quiz.

After finishing the quiz, we sprinted the last 200m back to Clifford Pier, to find out that we're group number 28. Not bad, given the conditions. Im rather proud of myself and my aunts. Weahhoo! tehehe. So we waited for 3 hours for the rest to come back, ate dinner, chatted a bit more with Collin, and went home to get our well deserved rest. yay. *claps*

Upon reaching Grannie's i slept like a baby for 2 hours, then my aunt and i (being the itcy legs we are), decided to watch The Aviator at Lot 1. The show starts at 830pm, so we thought it'd end at 11pm, latest. Little did we know that the show was 3 hours long. So by the end of it, Cik Ya was half asleep. haha. i didnt fall asleep as i liked the show. Leonardo's ass sure is sexaaay. heh.

So we reached home at around 12mn. I washed up etc, and talked on the phone with the other half till around 130am. After that, i was history. hahhaahah. Sooo tired. Since i still am tired now (despite sleeping the whole of today), i shall get an early rest i think. Goodnight.

Oh ya one more thing. RESULTS TOMORROW. I, for once, am really really nervous, i really feel like vomitting. I am very very very very scared shitless. Oh God.

Ya allah. Tolonglah hamba mu ini dapat at least 15 points for L1R5, and a distinction in Higher Malay. Insyaallah.

Darling of mine sent me to my grannies. Aww so sweet.

2005-02-25T17:46:00.000+08:00

Yeah yeah cant resist a moment of blogging before i set off to grannies. Would prolly be jemaah-ing at the usual place, meeting the other half, and then proceed to Grannie's. khkehkhe.

I'd like to announce that i'd be uncontactable for the whole of tomorrow, due to the Amazing Race event, which starts at 8am and lasts all the way till around 9pm due to the dinner held after the event itself.

So anyway, i foresee myself and my aunt pouring over stacks of information so that we'd at least get pass the first obstacle. heh. I really, really hope to win at least 3rd prize, which is the $5000 as well as 3 Creative MuVos.

$5000 split into three would leave me with around $1650, which is a rather large amount for a girl like me. If i sell the Creative for $200, id have a grand amount of (around) $1900. With that amount i can:

For others.

- Top up for the other half to get a s700i and treat makan. ($300)

- Treat my family makan. ($200)

- Treat Ashrithaa and Claire makan. ($100)

- Treat Hakim, Nas and Farez makan. ($100)

- Treat the Society makan. ($100)

Total: $800

For myself.

- Put some in my bank account. ($500)

- Do something about my frizzy bonkers hair. ($200)

- Sell my 7600 and get around $350. Then, i'd top up to get a new hp. ($200)

- Pay my cellphone bills. ($50)

- Get a new turtleneck. ($50)

- Get a new bag. ($50)

- Get contact lenses. ($50)

Total: $1100

Huaarghahaha. faddy just loves, loves, loves to day dream about having lots of money. Its pure bliss i tell you. Call me money minded or whatever, i dont care. I need money to live, and so do you. Face reality.

khekhkehkehe. Pfft. I sound so materialistic. Which, im not. (well maybe a little)

Hahaha!

2005-02-25T13:15:00.000+08:00

Breakfast for two at West Coast Park : $9.10

Two tickets to White Noise : $12

A packet of Tutu Kueh : $2

Drinks and foods from 7-11 : $4.20

Two hours of pool : $8.10

Lunch at Al-Ameen : $9.90

Total amount he had to fork out for the date : $45.30

The great time he had with me (haha) :
PRICELESS.

Yes, i admit i have no sense of shame. But judging by the smile he had on his face and the smile i had on mine, i have to conclude that we had a great time. However, of course the day has its fair shares of downs to.

Like for instance, we had a mini-fight when we first met in the morning, due to some relative issue (which i shall not elaborate on). And, that he squashed me in the the pool game 9-0.

BUH!

So anyway, my aunt, her friend and I have signed up for an Amazing Race event held by the Singapore Marine Foundation. I thought it would be chicken feet, as i could bring my cellphone and ask for help from the other half, as he has a great sense of direction (unlike me). But horrors of horrors! No cellphone, no ezlink, no money are allowed! The admin will give us $50 and with that meagre amount of money, we're expected to go around the whole of Singapore from 8am to 6pm. Die.

The only motivation i have is the Grand Prize of $10 000 and 3 Zen Micros. khekhekhe. Damn i desperately need to win.

Wish me luck, ya?

2005-02-23T16:37:00.000+08:00

First things first. When you blogders entered my blog, was there any prompting to upgrade your internet explorer, and upon pressing "yes" or closing the window, an installation of an adware/spyware in your computer will commence? If the above happened to you, please inform me, yes?

So anyway, all tags are replied at the conclusion of today's entry (which is going to be rather long due to the exceptional events that happened). So if you can't stand reading endless atrocious english regarding my life, please proceed to read your replied tags, or click the "x" on the top right hand corner of this page. Thank you.

As most of the JJC-ians know, today will be my last day in JJC (presuming i touch the oh-God-why-is-this-happening-to-me 20 points). So we decided to make the day last longer, and collect as much memories together as we could to last us a lifetime.

*dabs tears*

The day started of with an Economics test which was supposed to last for 45 minutes. However, since I didnt really get to study (I dozed of last night whilst reading Lecture Notes 1; page 2), I haphazardly did the eeny-miny-minnie-mo thingy, and finished the 20 mcq questions in 10 minutes or so. Spending 30 seconds on 1 long Economics question would make me a genius, or an idiot. I have a strong feeling it'd be the latter.

[ From L to R ] Sangitah, Salbiah, Hai Lin, Yvonne and me.

Since most of the class had finished their paper in 30 minutes, the teacher gave us an early leave. The Society rushed down to the almost empty canteen to have our Last Breakfast together, and then rushed up again for Maths A/O tutorial even though we at first planned to ponteng. We were 5 minutes late, but as usual, my charm managed to distract the teacher, and we were not given any scoldings.

A damn funny thing happened during the tutorial. As the 5 of us were crowding around 2 tables and making a helllotta noise, the teacher instructed Sangitah and I to sit in the row upfront, and for Yvonne to sit on the other side of the classroom. So Yvonne went off and sat at her allocated seat, whilst the teacher went on explaining about Logarithms and instructing us to copy things down.

Hai Lin then tapped Sangitah, and said

" Did you know that Yvonne had been sitting there for around 5 minutes without any of her stationaries or worksheets? She's just stoning!"

So Sangitah and I turned our head 90degrees, and true enough Yvonne was staring at the teacher with a blank look on her face, the table in front of her as clean as a pie, oblivious that by now, the whole class was looking at her. haha. Lamer. Ok ah maybe this does not seem to be funny for you readers, but you have to be there to feel it. heh.

Since there was a half hour break before the Revelation 2005 concert was supposed to start, the Society decided to proceed to Lecture Theatre 3, our official meeting point. Halfway through crapping, the 5 of us suddenly fell silent and in the silent air-conditioned room, we heard a rustling of plastic bags and bangings from inside the locked storeroom.

Hai Lin and I glanced at each other, eyebrows raised.

"Did you hear what i heard?"

The 5 of us then grabbed our bags and rushed out the room. As Salbiah fretted that someone was stuck in there, the 5 of us as well as Nazeera and Shamini went back in. We made noises and waited for the bangings again, but could hear none. In the end we left the room with ringing questions in our minds, as none of us could muster the courage to knock the door or something in fear of what lurks behind it, ala "Hide and Seek". Haha!

Balloons in the sky.

Smoke Machine.

Since the 1030am bell has rung, the 7 of us then hopped our way to the hall, where Ashrithaa (the Rhino), Suhanthi as well as Natasha joined us. Therefore, the group of 7 now metamorphasised into a large group of 10.

Hai Lin was MissinginAction, a usual occurence.

The bare hall had been transformed into a stunning place, even with minimum decorations. Blue and white balloons (which reminded me of Commonwealth Sec) hung from the ceiling, with glowing light sticks holding them down. Rows of dried ice were emitting a cool haze around the hall, giving a misty effect. The projector screen upfront was playing a video of our Orientation camp, and soft music greeted the students entering the vicinity. I was really touched by the effort put in by our dearest OGLs, who had their common tests around the corner.

Maureen.

Merilyn.

Serene.

These 3 darling OGLs as well as Onn Shaun, (who was missing in action as usual) had painstakingly cut out pieces of a styrofoam board, decorated it and transformed it into pieces of a Jigsaw Puzzle. They then distributed a piece each to the group members. We then got together, and pieced the pieces together. Aww. Thanks OGLs. Muacks. Faddy loves you lots. One thing i am miserable about though, was that after piecing the pieces together, i totally forgot to take my piece back! I feel so evil. Sigh. damnations.

So anyway, all of us had a buffet lunch in the hall, courtesy of the principal (i think). After stuffing stick of still-panas satay and plates of noodle in our already filled stomach, we had another round of mass dance, which, sadly, was to be our last.

The ten of us took turns swapping partners (dance partners, mind you) and had a hellota fun shaking our asses and laughing at each other's zany antiques. Really. It was great fun even though we forgot most of the steps. I didnt even mind the huge sweat stain forming on my sleeve area. huargahah. it was THAT fun.

Penat, Naz? hehehhe.

So we then had our singing-singing etc, and then departed. Truthfully, if i am able to make it to SAJC or something, the only reason that will make it tough for me to go to SAJC will be the friends ive made in JJC.

Yes, im talking about you, Sangitah, Salbiah, Hai Lin, Yvonne, Nazeera, Shamini, Suhanthi and Natasha (even though me and Nat not that close yet). I love you guys to bits. Thanks for making me laugh like crazy every single day and making school enjoyable. JJC wont be much fun without you guys.

Muaaacks. Sayang korang.

Reply to tags:

Aziz: hahaha. Yeah the video is disturbing aint it? terok eh those sick minded tv broadcasters. pftt. and thats As-Syakirin. At Taman Jurong there.

Ditri: Oh maceh2. hehe. yerlah gi APM lah. haha.

Duan: hahha! Yes i am beautiful. wahhaha. and yeah i do love the song.

Jihan: haha. u too! anyway didnt seat next to Naz ah. So Salbiah had to go through the torture. im saved. hehe.

Kinky: Oh maceh2 for the compliment. Anyway, i oso donnoo lah wat day. So fening with all the rumours flying everywhere.

Kimmi: hahahha. terkutuk sangat ke APM? hehehe.anyway, aku memang dah tau dah aku semakin jambu hari demi hari. Kau dah fall in love ngan aku kan? sorry ah. Aku lup faris. Sorri eh kim? sorri eh? tapi kau senantiasa besfwen aku ok! hehe!

Malihha: erk beb. You just ikat like normal knot, then you twist2 ah. hehhehe.

Nas: I didnt get to see the artists faces properly! They were too far away! pfft. Gerhana Ska Cinta was ok only ah beb. Quite boring ah their performance, except for the real skanky bits. And faddy misses u too. Klua ngan Mal tak ajak. Pfft.

Ok i wanna sleep. Snore.

2005-02-22T21:21:00.000+08:00

Sometimes i cant help but wonder whether the Makcik-makciks who kiss each other's cheeks (as well as mine) after prayers know each other, or just kiss any old how? Hmm. Intriguing how they're all like one big family. I feel like such an intruder sometimes, but this one Makcik went out of her way to leave her friends, sat next to me and talked to me whilst waiting for Azan to commence. I can see myself visiting here often in the future, Insyaallah.

O Levels Results on next Monday!

Argh im so stressed out i tell you. Buh. Anyway, as you can see, ive not been updating much nowadays. My schedule goes on like this:

0500: Wakes up.
0630: Goes to school.
1500: School ends, goes out or mingle with friends in school.
1700: Meets the other half at the McDonalds near his house.
1845: Goes for prayers.
2015: Dad picks me up.
2030: Reaches home, watches TV, cleans up.
2100: Goes online, reads blogs.
2200: Eats dinner with family.
2300: Finishes homework.
2400: Off to dreamland.

Life's monotonous. Im just getting the jitters about the O Levels results. argh. Rumours are selling a dime a dozen, flying hot off the shelves, each one harvesting another cacoon in my already full stomach, waiting to be released on the day (which, by now, TP claims the results to be released on the 28th. Oh thats weird. I thought the principal announced it is due on the 25th? Ah.. But some said its tomorrow what.) heh. see what i mean?

And theres this other rumour regarding the students who received personal invites (that includes yours truly) for the NIE teaching career. So the rumour goes something like "Those who got the NIE thingy got an average of 17 point for their L1R4". So, that has made me worry even more about the results. Getting 17 for L1R4 is horrible. Its ~~horrible~~ HORRIBLE. Boohoo.

I was just reminded that tomorrow is Farhan's 10th (or isit 11th) Birthday. Damn im too broke to get that younger brother of mine a pwessie. Anyone up for sponsorship schemes? heh. Its such a sad case for him to get a sister like me. Pfft.

I went to the movies to watch Hide and Seek with Naz and Sal after school today. The initial plan was to watch the movie with Sangitah, Yvonne as well as Shamini. But you know how unreliable friends can get. Pfft. hehehe. Anyway, i give the movie a 4 out of 5, as the introduction was a little laggy. Shant be a spoiler and announce the ending to you blogders.

Alright then. I have an Econs test tomorrow, and trust me, i know NUTS. im screwed. bye guys. and oh...

Happy 8th Monthsary Is. Love you lots.

2005-02-20T21:56:00.000+08:00

I was watching "The Wedding Singer" on channel 5, and was dabbing tears when Adam Sandler sang the following to the love of his life:

[[ Starts ]]
I wanna make you smile whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad

All i wanna do is grow old with you

I'll get your medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you

I'll miss you
I'll kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold

I'll need you
I'll feed you
Even let ya hold the remote control

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed if you've had too much to drink
I could be the man who grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you...
[[ Ends ]]

I guess all people want ultimately when they get married is to grow old with their partner; essentially to last long, or in other words, to be with the person forever. All we want, is to wake up in bed 50 years down the road, open our eyes, only to see the person we love staring back at us. To be able to hold a decent conversation without getting on each others nerves, to still be able to smile whenever the person comes into our minds, to hold hands and declare to the world that our love still stands strong.

At least thats what i want. heh.

So anyway this so reminds me of my grandpa and grandma. I feel so touched everytime i see them together. Its like, both of them have retired, and live 75% of the day facing each other and noone else, and still managed to be so happy together.

How do i know? Cuz everytime i visit them, they'll be like caught up in their own conversations. My grandma praising my grandad at every lil thing he does, and my grandad just laughing it off and helping granny around the house. They'll solat Maghrib together, and start reading the Quran together, and will go to bed together. Its like so sweet.

Sigh. All i want is to grow old with you.

2005-02-20T14:23:00.000+08:00

:: Friday ::

Truthfully, paying 48 dollars for Anugerah Planet Musik was so not worth my money. Blearh. I mean, yeah, there were a million artists present, but the fact that we're seated so far back (even when my ticket was the most expensive one available), we could only see brown circles as their faces. Buh!

The spotlights shining down on us were so bright thus further decreasing the visibility. Therefore, 90% of the time, i was staring into the big screen and not onto the stage itself. If thats the case, i might as well watch it at home right? haha.

The sound system was good though, as well as the hosts. The song lineups were not bad, though i would prefer faster songs to be played and not so much of ballads.

The performances i'd remembered would be Gerhana Ska Cinta (quite boring, but the last part where their "real music" emerged was great and i looked like a fool skanking in my seat), the 3 divas which consisted of Siti Nurhaliza (M'sia), Melly and Kris (indon), and Taufik's performance.

Taufik sounded so much better live, truthfully. I wasnt that big a fan of his, but after hearing him sing, im a big (ok lah not so still) fan of his. Its like..

[[ Taufik comes on stage and seats himself ]]

Audience : *screammm* *screeaamm*
Fad : (Looks around and starts screaming just to feel "in")

[[ Taufik sings ]]

Fad : Whoah. (Melts and listens intently for the next 3 minutes)

I recorded part of his singing, and listens to it everytime i have the chance to. If his album wasnt made up of crappy songs, i'd have bought it. Buh! And no, i didnt get any photos with any artists. Bluergh! 50 bucks is soo not worth it.

Wani and I.

Adams Road food. Yum yum.

After the concert, my aunt, my cousin (Wani) and I, bumped into another pair of Uncle and Aunt. The whole group then decided to makan at Adams Road, at 1230pm. The three of us reached my Grannie's at 1:30am, and i only managed to sleep at 2plus am.

:: Saturday ::

My grandad was supposed to wake me up at 5am, so that i can get ready to reach school at 630am due to the fact that JJC was having their funfair. However, he only woke me up at 5:15am, which was a good thing actually since i only managed to get 3hours of sleep.

So i got up, changed, and remembered that i didnt bring my $20 worth of tickets for the fair. So at 6:20am, i left the house, hopped on a cab and spent $10 on the ride back home. Grabbed whatever i needed for the day, and got my dad to send me to school.

A few of us went to Wei Zhong's (dont know spelling. hehe) house to begin our Bahaha fritters production. So we sat and with the help of WZ's mom, folded nice popiah filled with banana and chocolate syrup and gorenged them. Yum Yum. By 10am, the demand for the Bahaha fritters were so high, that we couldnt keep up with the orders. Quite proud of that achievement actually. heh!

However, my Bahaha folding skills sucked (the only successfull one being the one shown above) so i was appointed with the task of being the transporter as well as the fryer. I have to say, oil from the deepfryer as well as oil from running to and fro from school to WZ's house, made me like such an orang minyak. So shiny and glossy that people thought i was a mirror. Pfft.

After packing up, the rhino and i proceeded to Harbour Front, to meet Claire baby as well as the other half (doesnt apply to Rhino). We reached there at around 4:45, and met up with Claire as well as 3 of her friends at the foodcourt. After mingling with them for awhile, i bought an Apple Crumble for the other half, and proceeded to meet him on bus 30.

So after dropping at his area, he had to go home and get his Hp's box etc cuz he was selling it. Since i was free and wanted still to spend time with him, i went to Masjid As-syakirin to solat Asar as well as jemaah Maghrib. I fell in love with the Masjid lah. So serene and the person saying the Azan had such a heavenly voice. Thought of going there again today, but had a minor change of plans, so here i am at home.

After Solating i re-met with him at Lakeside interchange, where he sold his phone, and now he's holding on to a Samsung phone. The one which slides open.

Ok im hungry and wanna go makan. Later!

2005-02-18T16:55:00.000+08:00

Oops.

Can't seem to resist last minute blogging before i step out of my beloved house. How am i going to survive going to sleep at night without having my nightly medication aka blog-hopping? Sighness.

So anyway, my aunt gave me an sms

"Pakai lawa2 skit. Live telecast." (Wear nice2. its a live telecast.)

hahha. cute lah she. So i searched high and low in my meagre wardrobe, and really, really couldnt find any decent things to wear. My jalan2 wear consists of workish clothes (ultra formal) and erm... workish clothes. I mean, go to a concert wearing workish clothes? How am i gonna attract Taufik and the guys from Dewa? khekhekhe.

So i cried myself to sleep, and woke up 20 mins later, with an idea forming in my head. I dug into the pile of clothes lying around the floor, and found a non-formal-lepak-but-looks-ok turtleneck and popped it on. Turned my mom's wardrobe upside down looking for her long tudung, ironed it and tied it around my head. After a million unsuccessful tries, i finally got an end result that was unsatisfying, but acceptable. heh.

I think my aunt's gonna kill me when she finds out im wearing this. khekhekhe. oh well. *Grins*

The other half has gone for his full-dress play rehearsal at NYJC, and his hp has run out of battery life. We've not met for 3 days (inclusive of tomorrow). I am in a state of missing him. Burgh.

Ok im off. Here's a random photo of Sangitah (babe i spelled your name correctly or not) to keep you guys entertained while im gone. And for those who have not clicked the link in the last entry, please do so. Thank you, and goodbye.

Perasaan Bollywood.

2005-02-18T14:42:00.000+08:00

Anugerah Planet Musik tonight!

EEek! So exciting! Siti! Tauffiiiiik. aaaaah. *swoons like a crazed fan*. So anyway, the whole class is still at school to prepare for tomorrow's fair, while i'm here so that i can get ready to proceed to watch the event. Find me somewhere in your tv screens tonight at 830pm, Suria. Im the one who glows. wahahha. lamer.

Dang i need to use the loo. Will blog again tomorrow night as im sleeping over at my grannies tonight.

2005-02-17T19:45:00.000+08:00

Something's terribly wrong with my shoutbox since yesterday night, and i am unable to tag. However i'd just like to inform that all tags have been replied on the 16th February entry!

Perhaps i shouldnt be so hard on myself, nor my mother. We both are tired and cranky and perhaps we tend to vent our knots on our loved ones. Sigh. I've wrote her a three page long letter, and all i can do now is to wait for her arrival back home from her shop. I do hope she takes the letter the way i want her to take it, and not make a big hoohaa and start a massacre. Insyallah.

Going out with Rhino, Pig, Lizzy as well as Astroboy has definitely cheered me up. Rhino loved the custom-made shoes we got her, i loved the ang pow that the Pig's mom gave me. heehehe.

Hows this for a laugh? (keep in mind this was a show dedicated to children, and was broadcasted to millions worldwide).

I miss the other half.

2005-02-16T22:44:00.001+08:00

First and foremost,

A happy happy happy birthday to my darling Ashrithaa (Rhino).

May your life be blessed further still, may you choose the right man (although either ways you'll have to convert to Islam. wahaha), may your OLevels results be like your third dream (8 points sey), may you, Claire and I remain close buds ever, may your boobs catch up to the pig's size, may your hair stop dropping, may you be spared of Chuchini ailments, and last but not least, may the people in Woodbridge finally accept you so that you can hang out with your own kind. hhehee! Happy seventeenth birthday dear. Faddy aka Alien will always love you lots. Muaacks!

So anyway, today was Society's Sleeping Day. Regular blogders will understand what Society is, but for the sake of those who don't, let me explain.

The Society.

The Society consists of 5 people, namely, Me, Sanghita, Salbiah, Yvonne and Hai Lin. All of us have two common similarities between us;
1) We are from class 05A06, the last arts class in JJC.
2) We are all freaking (and i mean FREAKING) lame people, who can't keep our mouths shut for 2 seconds.

So back to the story. Since today was sleeping day, we went around the whole school doing what we were required to do; sleeping. The moment we enter a class/lecture theatre, we would all place our heads on the table, facing our right. khekhekhe. and the queen of sleep would be Yvonne, who even once slept whilst changing clothes. Like what the~ haha. *salutations* to Yvonne!

Yvonne the sleeping queen.

During PC (Physical conditioning) lesson, we were asked to play Captain's ball as a class. At first it was ok, but after a while, i got irritated by the too-many-players-playing-at-the-same-time, so i sat in the shade and watched the game from the sidelines. Hai Lin soon joined me. She initiated doing situps, and since ive been dying to burn my stomach fats, both of us completed around 30 situps. yay.

We then sat and talked cock, the usual girl talk regarding our bodyparts (heh). Then it came to the abs, and we were not sure about whether we have fats, or abs. so we stood up and started feeling each other's abs. I know this sounds Lesbianish, but bare with me. After feeling each other's abs for a few minutes (this act was NOT sensual in any way, no one was aroused in the process), we concluded that we have abs.

Hai Lin then suggested that we look at each other's abs to confirm. So i agreed lah, since i do love my abs. Since we were facing the netball court, it would be wrong for us just to flash our *ehem* solid abs *ehem* to the 40 or so pair of eyes. So we turned our backs on them, and when we were about to flash, i realised that we were facing the HIGHWAY where a million cars were like going past every second, and like a bazillion Banglas were going past in their lorries. I managed to stop Hai Lin on time, and on realising our stupidity, we fell to the floor laughing. heh.

Hai Lin and I are NOT lesbos!

Oh oh! And please do not sit down after exercising, as your butt will get fat! I just knew that today by the way. *buh*

So after school, i went straight home to bathe and change, as i have to proceed to my Grannie's to return my aunt her laptop. After getting all dressed up,

(pardon a digression here. i think i looked real grown up just now, as i was wearing clothes which were work-ish, and i was carrying a laptop bag. Since i went out during the end of the office hours, alot of people thought i was working. So whilst on my way to grannie's, the teenagers hecked about me, but i noticed the 20-sumthingish people looking at me. wahahha. ok this is totally out of point)

i got out of the house, and proceeded to my mom's shop to pass her the house keys. Whilst entering the gate of the shopping center, i got this sudden desire to check how i look like in the toilet mirror nearest to the gate. I got in, and Lo and Behold, i found out that i forgot to zip my jeans. -.-||| erk. luckily i was wearing black, so it wasnt noticable. hahaha.

The other half.

I met the other half before proceeding to Grannie's. We met up at Lakeside MRT station, and walked to the McDonalds near the My Kampung coffeeshop at Jurong West. I was in my workish attire, and him, his i-just-woke-up-from-sleep-attire. hehe. He carried my laptop bag for me, and i think we looked like a grown up couple. wahahhahaha.

Its like he's the houseman and im the working adult in the family. i conveyed my thoughts to him, and almost got the laptop thrown into full on traffic. Pfft. heh. So we sat, drank, chat and ate at McDonalds for around 45 minutes, the proceeded back to Lakeside MRT so i can meet my aunt. The other half just couldnt stop teasing me all the way, telling me about how this-girl-sang-so-nice-and-i-cant-stop-gushing-about-her, marliana-was-telling-me-i-need-to-learn-how-to-flirt and things along that line. Buh!

So we parted ways, and when i got onto the train, my phone rang

Fad: Hello?

Aunt: hehehehe. hello.

Fad: Yes?

Aunt: You're on your way is it?

Fad: Yup yup. Gonna reach there soon enough. dont worry.

Aunt: hehehehehehe.

Fad: Ah something is wrong. Out with it!

Aunt: I forgot lah. I got Company Dinner today, so cannot meet you and discuss about the laptop. heheheheheehehe. (chuckles from her friends can be heard).

Wah i almost strangled her man. haha! but since she's my best aunt, i recomposed myself, and decided that i should just head to my grannie's, leave the laptop there, and write down whatever instructions needed to repair the laptop.

Lalala. What a bloody long entry. I am tired, and Fauzi is shouting here and there. Dont blame him though, since he was appointed to teach farhan. That youngest brother of mine happily went out to a birthday party the whole freaking day, and now he has lots of homework to complete. Buh. and my mom didnt even nag much at him, if compared to what Fau and me will get if WE went to a party till late.

I really think my Mom manjas him too much. Its evident. I even recall her saying once at a party

"I love all my children the same, but the young one i manja more lah."

I was 12 at that time, i think. And i was hurt, but i smiled all the same. Which child wouldnt, right, if he/she knows that her parent gives her sibling more attention and love.

Sigh. Everytime i try to lie on her lap, she'd push me away and ask me to get a pillow. Evertime i lean on her, she'd push me away again. I try to make nothing of this, but everytime i see my youngest brother cuddling up to her, i feel jealous. Buh. Pardon the digression.

Sooo, yeah. Im gonna reply the tags now before i ramble on and on about the green thing in my mind towards my youngest brother.

Reply to tags:

Ashrithaa Birthday Girl: yah lah yah lah! i know lah! whats the difference? im still so scared!

Aziz: You want a bf like mine? hahaha. and i thought all this while you are a boy! hahahah. joke joke! So anyway, i love this song too! So old school. hehehe. jogeeet!

Dayak: hurhurhuhr. no! no borrowing of bfs. he's mine and all miiiiineee. huaarghahaha!

Ditri (kak): Haha. yeap i tried firefox. didnt really like the way the templates turned out lah. thanks anyway, ya? about the copy-paste thing, i usually do that, but dont know wadabubba that day tak tergerak to buat demikian. buh! hhehe. And yes, happi hari cinta menyintai to u too!

Duan: hahahha. ur girl-girl tak kasi teddy ker?

Hakim: Kau dah knape ah? nak kne jotos2 ngan aku? skit2 pasal nak carik boyfren. First of all, youre a GUY. you find a GIRL. not another GUY. pfft. and secondly, apa ni gatal2 nak ader bgr bgr ni smer. kau kan masih mentah. heeeeehehhee!

Irfan: haha. i conclude that you're bored bro. hehehe. niway, for all its worth, Welcome!

Kinky: You love my room? Lamer. Its so bare and uncomfy! haha. yeah IE sucks, but i cant stand the template issue in firefox lah. so anyway, im up for spongebob. when? where?

Malihha: Eleh faddy marah lagi jambu lah. mcm exotic gitu. wahahha. a'ah sweet eh si sarah tu tulis. i didnt know she so emo. at school so pendiam. hehehe. hidden talent arh. niway, YAY DAH BLOG BALEK! hahahahhaa. JC penat lah beb. but i dun realli feel penat cuz i sleep in most lectures. hehe!

Nas: Hey beb. ive been doing fine. thanks. :) i miss ya too. tagged at ur blog and faham2 from there lah ah.

Sarah: haha. thanks for the compliments aite! ive linked u up girl. and i love your writings!!

Xiuz: Like Duh im SUPER happy. hehehehe. you know lah how mushy faddy is. heh. anyway, claire told me what its 21st. why wud she tell me if she dun believe? err. anyway i think its 25th or 28th.

Phew.

2005-02-15T20:05:00.000+08:00

I think anyone who stumble upon this blog will think im lovesick. Which, i think i am. And thats bad right? I seem to ignore my friends, as if they're insignificant. BUT, the opposite, rather. To all my friends who think you're insignificant to me, i am sorry! You guys are important to me.. (",)

Like for example, i fail to mention

- How thankful i am towards Nazeera for accompanying me to do the Arts portfolio. It was great talking crap with you, and exploring the places, though i still dont understand why you find the exhibits at the Asian Civilisations Museum interesting. hehe!

- How i met Claire yesterday after school behind Ashrithaa's back. And we crapped and its like soo long since i talk to her like that. I miss you Claire chan! *hugs*

- How i am so happy ive found friends in JJC. Friends like
. Sangitah, who is 24-7 by my side, and never fails to make me smile no matter how tired i am.
. Salbiah, who is like super duper lame sometimes i cant believe it. Another person who never fails to make me smile.
. Nazeera, who is forever making me laugh because i love teasing her.
. Shamini, who is forever being bitchy and providing entertainment.
. Yvonne, forever making me laugh cuz she sleeps practically anywhere.
. Hai Lin, who is my victim. So i love her in a sadistic manner. hehehe.

So anyway, since today i only met the other half, it is right that i talk about it right? haha. ok lah im such a loser. sue me. k i shall make this short.

I spent the whole day out with the other half yet again. We ate bweakfast at s11, the usual prata, went to grab "I Do I Do" which was hilarious and deserves a 3/5 and then proceeded to complete whatever homework we have at a Long John Silver outlet, accompanied with Mocha Ice Blend from Coffebean.

Done. hehe.

So anyway, my english language in this entry is pretty atrocious. i am too knacked to edit it, so please bare with me.

Life has been going pretty smoothly this past few weeks. Claire told me that the VJC principal announced to the school

"Results may be out by the 21st Feb, which is next Monday"

I do hope that God doesnt choose to give the "low side" of my life as the results. Please God, no. Please.

Shivers.

2005-02-14T22:20:00.000+08:00

On Valentine's day (or Hari Kekasih khekhekhe), i
- Gained 10kg from eating a huge tub of chocolates
- Lost all my teeth due to sucking so many sweets
- Smell like a florist from being surrounded by so many flowers
- Have 3 more lives for receiving 3 heart-shaped pwessies.
- am very happy because the other half and i got to meet, even if for only an hour.

So anyway, im like really tired, and my family is beckoning me to join them have dinner. Therefore, i shall end here with something i "borrowed" from Sarah's blog.

[[ Starts ]]
Find a guy who calls you beautiful when you are at your worst. Who calls you back when you hang up on him or calls you just because to say that he misses you. Who will lay under the stars and listen to your heartbeat or will stay awake just to watch you sleep. Who will wipe away your tears when you are upset.

Wait for the guy who wants to be with you and only you, who kisses your forehead, who puts a smile on your face everytime you see him. Who will not lie to you. Who is willing to stay up until two in the morning to talk to you and makes you too tired for school but you won't even mind. Who doesn't always give in to you just beacuse you are his girlfriend and enjoys teasing you. Who is not ashamed to show you to his friends, who thinks you're the prettiest just the way you are and insists on holding you around your waist.

The one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have you without even saying anything. The one who turns to his friends & says "yeah that's her". Who holds you and tell you that everything will be alright. Who will do all he can to mend that broken heart of yours.

Find a guy who simply doesn't need a reason to love you.

[[ Ends ]]

2005-02-12T22:50:00.000+08:00

After what Kak Ditri advised, i decided to give FireFox a go, since i too did hear good reviews about it. I liked the interface and all, but what made me stick to Internet Explorer is the fact that my blog's as well as a few other blogger's template went haywire in FireFox. And blogs are important to me, so i have to put up with internet explorer and as a alternative, use a better firewall. hhehe! Thank you though, Kak Ditri!

So anyway, im in a lil better mood due to the fact that ive cleaned up my room thouroghly, ate dinner with my family, as well as watched Power Rangers the movie. Since my mood has been lifted a lil, i shall (RE)blog about what happened today.

Since Valentine's day falls on a schooling day (where i end at 430pm and the other half, at 9pm), the other half and I decided to bring forward the celebration to today, the 12th of February 2005.

(Digressing a little, i know we Muslims are not allowed to celebrate Valentine's day, but i just take it as a day where we give lil presents to the ones we love to show them that we care.)

So anyway, whilst planning the day, we totally forgot that he is moving house today! haha. For the record, he's moving from the 4th storey to the 9th storey. hahaha. So at around 1245pm, the other half smsed me, saying that he felt guilty about going out with me later when his dad and uncles are all helping out to move the furniture.

Being the understanding girlfriend that i am (although i have to admit i was a little disappointed), i told him that i wouldnt mind him not meeting me, since i understand that family comes first. So he replied that he'll try asking his parents for permission once they get back home from the market.

At 110pm, he smsed me, saying that his parents just returned, and that even if he can go out with me, he'd only be able to do so after 3pm. So i heaved a sigh, and retreated back to reading the book 8plays by Huzir Sulaiman, oblivious to the potential customers walking around my shop.

5 minutes later, i felt a tap behind me. I swiveled my head around, and there he stood, his left hand holding a stalk of a red rose, his right hand gripping a teddybear holding a bouquet of 12 teenyweeny plastic roses, his mouth plastered into a sheepish smile.

I was taken aback for a while, and was too surprised that i didnt say anything for a few seconds. Then, all that i could mutter was

"Aww.. You're so sweet!"

Oh wow im such a loser. But seriously Is, if you're reading this, that really made my day. Thats the first time a guy has ever given me a surprise, a rose and a teddy all rolled into one. Thank you dear.

Since his daddy personally called and screamed at him to get home and help out, we had to forgo our plans to watch Dayak's gig at Jurong East library (sorry dayak!). Whilst eating lunch at KFC, i gave him his gift, a huge card with a cd inside, which contained a powerpoint presentation.

I guess thats all then. Oh and im so proud of my clean room (which i spent an hour cleaning), so here are photos of it. huaarghaha!

My studytable and notice board. The "graf" you see is actually my failed attempt at doing a Killer Gerbil. heh. and on the table is the rose he gave.

My wardrobe and my wall of posters of emocore, hardcore, metal, punkrock, ska etc musicians. not to forget the leaning lamp bought from Ikea last year.

My bookshelf, bed, pathetic wall of Original Cds and teddy bear collection. The one the other half just gave is given a special location; on my memory box. hehehe.

2005-02-12T19:30:00.000+08:00

WHAT THE FUCK?! I JUST TOOK 2 HOURS TYPING OUT A FUCKING LONG POST AND REPLYING ALL THE TAGS AND FUCKING INTERNET EXPLORER DELETED IT. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK?! I AM NOT IN A GOOD MOOD AT ALL! AND IM NOT RETYPING THE WHOLE THING AGAIN! BUH!

To sum up the deleted entry.
- The other half gave me a surprise, a bear and a rose.
- school sucks.
- my mom thinks im hanging out with bad company again.
- rhino's bday is coming.
- support love fiesta JJC fair, 19th Feb, sat.

Im sorry but i dont think i'll be replying tags.

FUCK YOU INTERNET EXPLORER.

2005-02-11T23:41:00.000+08:00

Random thoughts churning out from a half-asleep mind.

Went out with Nazeera today to get our GP portfolio done. For more info, please click here.

School is such a bore. Bore, is an understatement. I drag my feet to school everyday, to face the lecturers and sit through a whole day of mundane, monotonous teachings. The only reason im at school is because of friends, and because i can go out after that.

I am very tired. Goodnight.

2005-02-10T14:14:00.000+08:00

Ok im not currently in a mood to type out long entries, as my stomach's grumbling and im in the midst of completing another blog. So, let the pictures speak for itself ya?

Postscript: If you're on 56k, i advise you to click the red "x" at the top right hand corner of the screen. hehe.

Chinese New Year Eve.

Thats Salbiah, me and Yvonne.

Shamini (Loser! Never wear Cheongsam!), me and Sanghita.

Me, Sanghita and Hai Lin (Even more loser! Wear school uni). bUh!

The other half and I at Esplanade. (I got the 8 plays book by Huzir Sulaiman! Gasp!)

Paternal Family Goes to the beach.

Vroom Vroom!

Squashed like Sardines in a can.

The Sun, sand and the sea. Plus lots of screaming toddlers.

Soccer with the men of the family. haha.

Cycling the whole stretch of East Coast twice made my calf muscles solid again!

Skater Prodigy nose-manualing along the concrete floor.

Men of the paternal side. hurhurhur. Cute eh the young one?

"Kak Dila! Nak amek gambar lagi boleh?" These two make up half of the 100 photos i took during the day. haha.

My cousins. 2 were missing at that point of time. As you can see, this is why im so childish. heh.

There was a very beautiful sunset.

The whole family gathered for an end of year prayer after Solat Maghrib.

Breakfast at Coffeebean today.

My Machoman.

Ok then, i think i broke the record for having the most amount of pics in a blog entry. Would like to put more, but that'd be murder for photobucket. heh. Oklah, the loo is calling me. Goodbye. (",) God willing, i shall reply tags later tonight.

Slamat tahun baru Islam, 1426.

2005-02-08T22:55:00.000+08:00

Faddy is too shagged from being out the whole day, and therefore cant blog. May not be able to blog tomorrow too, as her whole paternal family is going for an outing at East Coast Park.

For an apology, here's a photo of me in my Cheongsam. What you cant see, is that i wore it with my jeans and my chucks. waaahahaha!

Reminders to self:
- Reasons as to why i wear my jeans + chucks.
- Society fun in Hall.
- Hai Lin being a loser.
- Ms Poh complimenting on debate skills.
- Chinese never wear traditional, instead Malays + Indians do.
- Going out with the other half.
- Going to grannies.

Good night, sweet dreams.

2005-02-07T21:57:00.000+08:00

BUH!

Bloody Econs is right, its hard to predict human behaviour. And i'd like to add on that the same theory applies to machines! 99.999999% chance they may be working perfectly fine, but that 0.00000001% it does not work correctly has to be MY modem.

Argh. Am in a horrible horrible mood. The stupid modem refuse to recognise the ADSL line. Ive checked and rechecked my configurations a million times, even getting my brother to recheck it, but noooo it doesnt work. BAH!

So anyway, today the Society (please refer to entry below about the bagdes) crashed into Lecture Theatre 3, got hold of the piano and the microphone, and started singing Januari by Glenn Fredly, an Indonesian singer. Even our Breastident who's an Indian, managed to learn the words. Yvonne was perfect with the piano, and even managed to teach me and Salbiah a few notes. It was fun.

Im still choosing whether to wear my Cheongsam the whole day tomorrow or change into my smart shirt and jeans. Probably Cheongsam, since wearing it is an annual event. Alhough its a tad leceh (troublesome). DONOLAH. Still fuming cuz of the modem incident. buh. shall reply tags as promised.

Reply to tags:

Aziz: hahhaa. yah i dono why i kecik2 mentel, den primary skool den i dun care about guys all the way till im sec 2. sec 3 mula gatal balek. wahaha! anyway, ur pirates thingy so reminds me of Spongebob squarepants. heh.

Ditri (kak): haha. ah dah reply dah ni. cepat2 betolkan blog kamu tuu kak oii.

Fana: Thanks girl. Anyway, Cikgu Asnida still not back yet? isk. i do hope her delivery is without complications. update me about her ya?

Fau: Wats new bro? ur sis always has a good taste. wahahha!

Kinky: haha! eh mesti ah. kita kan soldiers, kene amek muka serious. hehe. anyway, sweet lah. faris is always sweet. ehehe. :)

Malihha: haha. seriously NIE is better then poly beb. should be able to meet their requirements what. L1R4 less then 20. Insyallah boleh. :D i have FAITH in u my dear! hehe.

Meami: EH! how come ur blog gonded? wats ur link? noooo. gimme ur link! Dusky-silo isit?

Nazeera: Haha. thanks. anyway, yaahhh so kewl right. we're like long lost friends. wahhaahha!

Pon Pon: haha. NO! ceteris paribus is the only thing about econs that i understand. hahaha. anyway, may i know who you are?

Raihanah: Hey beb! ive linked u up, although ur blog template now has gone cuckoo! haha..

Waga Waga: haha. yeah spank that 14yr old bitch. Hiyaargh *spanks*

Xiuz: hahhahaha. yeah stop econs. demand go up, supply go up. maslow's law of hierarchy class. butter and guns. weeeeee!

2005-02-07T18:11:00.000+08:00

I am waiting anxiously for the arrival of the Singtel guy/gal who, upon his/her arrival, will bring along my modem for my 512kb/s. *whistles*

I am trying to figure out a way to delete Kazaa so that he cannot detect that i've been a pirate for the past 2 years. Limewire and IRC has been deleted. Stupid Kazaa.

Tools from Cnet which have helped me remove 15 adwares and around 26 cookies, deleted any traces of my internet activities over the last few months and cleared all junk in my computer. Defragmented the whole computer again, and removed any programs which have not been used. I have to say im almost satisfied (stupid Kazaa).

So anyway, i'll update later at night, at a much much faster rate, ceteris paribus. heeeeehe.

2005-02-06T23:14:00.000+08:00

The world is small. Really small.

I can't beleive my JJC mate, Naz was my K2 mate in Almukiminin! haha. Its a small world after all, its a small world after all. So anyway, Naz is the girl in the 3rd row, while im the girl in the 1st row.

And then you'll ask

"That makes two circles. So who's in the other circle, Faddy?">

Thats Mustakim.. hehe. He's my best friend in K2, and i had a crush on him from K1 all the way to Primary 4. wahahahahaha. Im soo pathetic. Good night. School tomorrow.

And thanks Is for meeting me today. You really made my day. :)

2005-02-06T18:45:00.000+08:00

Good morning students~

Chey. Just trying to say the words that i'll have to say coutless times in a few years time if i choose the NIE career path. ~~To tell you the truth, after being psychoed in the seminar, i, Nur Fadhilah, am considering again whether or not to take it up. Buh! See how fickle minded i can be. hahaha.~~

Yesterday was a great day, as i got to hang out with the two guy-people i love the most (outside of family members).

My best guy friend, Kimi Manjaa (aka Hakim)

The other half (aka Faris)

Hakim and i were supposed to meet at 12pm at the BoonLay control station. I personally smsed him at 11:40, asking

"Eh kau dah klua rumah belom?"("have you made a move from your house yet?"),

to which he replied

"Why?".

And so i assumed that he got the message that i didnt want him to be late as usual. So i got out of the house at 1145, and walked towards the busstop. At 1155am, my hp rang

"I'll reach there 1210 latest ok?"

So fine, i let 3 buses go by, and boarded the 4th bus at 1205pm. Reached Boon Lay int at around 1210pm, and waited...

and waited...

and waited...

and waited...

That aarrsseeehooooleee arrived at 12:30, grinning to himself, that he has once again broken the record for being late. Buh! Felt fuming and like strangling him, but since its been so long since ive seen him, and the fact that he had on a macho new hairdo (and not to forget the fact that im kindhearted), i forgave him.

The seminar was held in a very formal session, and was a tad too boring. Me and kim were like whispering to ourselves and making stupid comments, and i could tell the Makcik beside me was kinda irritated by the buzzing we made. teeheehee.

However, i cannot say that it was useless, cuz i learnt that on the 3rd year of the 5year bond (after the 4 year course), if my performance as a teacher is good, MOE will give me a scholarship to get a degree in Malay. and the best part is, its for FREE. ahaha. Faddy likes free stuff.

~~So yeah, im considering again. Stop tsktsking and shaking your head Claire and Ashrithaa! haha.~~

Ek ehh Hakim Hencem!

After the seminar, Kim treated me to KFC. Scrumptious chickeeen. We chat and caught up with each other's lives, and cracked lame jokes like we always did in our secondary school days. *ponders* I do miss those days.

Headed off to study with the other half at West Coast Park, cuz him and i, being students, do have a lot of homework to do, unlike Hakim, who complained that he had nothing to do. Buh! Count your lucky stars bebeh.

But but but, we didnt actually got around to do much work lah. Did like 3 or 4 questions, then we just chatted the evening away. He then nodded of to sleep for a while, whilst i enjoyed the evening breeze while watching children run about and reading a play on Hang Tuah and Hang Jebat, two famous Malay warriors.

On the way home, the other half held my hand, and we continued our banter, with his iPod being the background singer. We laughed at stupid songs, at stupid jokes and spend the whole time tinkering with his iPod. For a while there i remembered the times we used to spend together during the holidays, where we have no deadlines or whatnots haunting us whenever we go out, where we actually talk on the bus instead of being on each other's nerves due to our crankiness which was a result of a day of being in school.

Smiles.

2005-02-05T10:31:00.000+08:00

Due to the other half's pleadings (heh), Love Song by 311 is up again. If its slow, just allow it to play once through, and then replay. This song is for you Is. *grins*

311 - Love Song
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again

Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again

How ever far away
I will always love you
How ever long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you

I will always love you

Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again

How ever far away
I will always love you
How ever long I stay
I will always love you
Whatever words I say
I will always love you

I will always love you...

Will you be my Valentine?

2005-02-04T21:04:00.000+08:00

Third entry for the day.

Sorry lah. Im just so frigging bored at home. So anyway, after 4 hours of meddling with my computer system, i am very very proud and satisfied. The system did not even once crash on me, everything is now running very smoothly, and my internet connection is like super fast.

Only one thing irks me though; not managing to delete 5 spy/adwares as i couldnt locate the files. Deleted the others though. heh.

So anyway, ive tweaked my blog layouts a little, as well as edited the "reads" section. If you find your name missing, for example Meami, ive deleted you cuz your blog no longer seems to exist. So just give me a holler at my tagboard if your blog is indeed, still alive. Thanks ya?

2005-02-04T19:23:00.000+08:00

Second entry for the day.

The things i did since 530pm (time now is 730pm).

- Renamed, refiled and clear out the unwanted files in my personal folder.
- Removed all unwanted programs in the computer.
- Cleared the registries, the history etc.
- Defragmented all 120GB of disk space.
- Renamed all mp3 files so that they'll turn out nice in my mp3 player.
- Watched Get Real.

In today's Get Real Episode, they were documenting about runaway kids. There was this particular child whom i just want to slap right there and then, and i would if i could. Diana Ser's tone of voice, as well as the expressions on her face, too seem to reflect similar feelings.

An extract (something like that):

Diana Ser: So when you found out that your mom stayed up all night and walked around the whole neighbourhood looking for you, did you feel guilty?

Bitch: No.

Diana Ser: (startled look) You dont? But she looked all night for you, and she wasnt well.

Bitch: I didnt ask her to look for me. Why should i care?

Diana Ser: (slightly agitated) Oh. So do you think you'll run away again?

Bitch: If they give me more freedom and be more open-minded, i wont. But if they try to control me, i will.

Diana Ser: So if you were to run away, what would you do?

Bitch: I'd stay with my boyfriend, dont go to school and just work for a living.

Like what the hell? And she's only 14! Pfft. Kids like that deserves to be slapped man. The interview was conducted with the mother's presence. If i had put myself in the mother's shoes (i cant bare to, actually), imagine the amount of hurt i'd feel. Raising the child up for 14 years, trying my best to give my love and care, and this is the way my blood, sweat and tears are paid for. BUH! This kinda things makes me rethink my decisions about having children in the future. Scarylah. heh.

So anyway, the other half called just now to inform me that his team lost to the teachers 4 - 3, but he managed to bag 1 goal for his team. Weahoo! Congrats dear...

NIE seminar tomorrow. So exciting. *Grins*

2005-02-04T14:42:00.000+08:00

You know sometimes when you have those days, where you just feel like making a fool out of yourself to entertain others as well as, well, yourself? My classmates and i had one of those days today. The theme of the day:

Badge Day.

Being the lamers of the class, the five of us met up early in the morning, each of us carrying a set of badges; any kind of badges, from the "im an entomologist" badge in primary schools to the "President of Commonwealth Secondary School Student Council" and even to the "Breast Cancer" pin. We swapped badges, and pinned a number of them on our uniforms.

Breastident Sangitah.

Breastident's ranks.

The person carrying the most number of pins for the day was Sangitah, also known as the Breastident. You can say that she was given that nick due to her wearing of the "Breast Cancer" as well as "Head Prefect" badge, or you could take the alternative, by linking her nickname to her, well, having the largest "assets" amongst the five of us. hehe.

President Salbiah.

President's ranks.

The second highest in rank would be Salbiah, as she had on the "President of CSS student council" badge, sponsored by me, of course. Salbiah here looks young, but surprise surprise, she's 18! Like *gasp*. Apparently she's even more immature then me. Tsk. Oh well, im always the most mature one in any group of friends i have. wahha! Yeah right~

Vice President's ranks.

I hold the third highest ranking in the group (named Society), being the VicePresident. Photos of me will not be put up, as my hair has recently gone haywire and im really pissed and sad about it. Pooh! Anyway, i have more pins then Salbiah, but had to be content with being the vicepresident as she "chop" the President's badge first.

Private Yvonne.

Private's Rankings.

Private Yvonne is the Indon of the group. Actually she didnt bring any badges along (what a traitor. heheh) but since we're mates, we care and share, so we gave her whatever extras we have. Being a private, she has to put on pins on her collar instead of her pockets, unlike high ranking officers (ehem).

Private Hai Lin.

Private's Rankings.

Actually Private Hai Lin brought most of the small pins (i brought the most large pins), but she donated them to Sangitah as she's the nicest of the group. Actually she didnt want to participate in our stupid exercise, but we kinda forced her to, so she put on a few pins to make us happy. hehe! Private Hai Lin deserves to be promoted!

Yes Mdm!

All day in school we walked around with that silly stuffs hanging on our uniforms, making it look like we have unbalanced-sized boobs. hehe. We greeted teachers loudly with salutations, and answered to calls with a "Yes Sir" or a "Yes Mdm". And can you believe we're like 16 going 17?! Can't believe we're so immature. haha..

Will perhaps be updating later at night. I'm gonna have my evening nap right now, period cramps knotting my insides. Buh! Oh yeah, i skipped Malay Cultural Society again. What to do? No friend to accompany me lah. heh.

Sweet dreams.

2005-02-03T22:31:00.000+08:00

Reply to tags:

Aziz: Like oh ma gawd! ur "boo" scared the shit out of me bro! hehe. kk joke2. anyway,i agree that im so freaking lucky. Alhamdulillah. heh.

Baby Ash: hahhaa. yah me and pig have kissed and made up. anyway, today was a good bonding session! haha! i so miss the pig.

Biodeth: hahha. thanks bro. betul tu.. kalau hujan saja, lemas kita semua. sigh. but hey, its raining now, and thats what matters. heh. alhamdulillah.

Ditri (kak): haha. iyaa, IS tu my other half. nama penuh dia Muhammad Faris. Jadi pendek jadi IS. heh.

Fana: Sort eh fana? hehe. anyway, krim salam the whole css dudettes for me! and cikgu hanitah/asnidah. i soo miss them both.

Kinky: Its ok dear, i understand PMSs are such bitchy situations. i myself am a walking example right now. haha! and you're such a dear! thanks for the contacts offer sayang! oh and not to forget, i am FREAKING lucky i noe! Alhamdulillah.

Lisa: Time is running out? btw hello how am i supposed to read ur LJ darl? its locked! and thanks for the advise dear, things are getting better. :)

Malihha: Wah beb you love me too much do you? hahha. i meet u there okey! nampak jangan tak tegur pulak!

Mira: hey there. sure i remember you. niway, thanks for the compliments! tagged ya!

Nas: Hey beb. ive relinked you aite.

Waga Waga: Heh i like the bands too! But i prefer the yellow one, the original one. But since this was given by the other half, i shall treasure it more. wahahha! 27 days... dats like days ago. now, o level results in 25 days! aaah~ and everything is settled between me and Is, thank you. heh. lastly, oh yeah i did have quite an adventure smalam! hehehe. fuh panjangnye reply. haha!

2005-02-02T20:22:00.000+08:00

Thank you for the kind words, friends.

Haha. Well, after a night of constant twists and turns, the deafening process from a silent handphone, a call in the morning, a thousand apologies, and a long awaited day out, all that starts well, ends well.

Alhamdulillah.

My head's getting all dizzy with me staring at the computer screen with one eye lacking 400 degrees. My long-ago-expired contact lens finally died leaving behind a red imprint on my left eye. Therefore, i had to extract whats left from it and now im left with a contact lens only on one eye - my right eye. The words in your mind right now might be along the lines of

"Stupid. Take out your lens and wear your specs lah!"

But yeah, careless me has misplaced my specs somewhere around this 5room flat of mine and neither i nor my whole family could locate it for the past 2 weeks. Its a mystery that perhaps only Sherlock Holmes can solve. OK lame~ So my point is: Will someone sponsor me to get new contact lenses? hehehe.

As you can see, im in a rather good mood (if you set aside my frustrations at the stupid spyware which slows down my computer by a bazillion times and the fact that im worrying about something).

I umm.. "took a leave" from school today, and spent the entire day (which means 730am to 630pm) with the other half, something we've not done for a long long while since JC started. The first half of the day out was spent surveying iPod stuff, hockey stuff and talking whilst the second half was spent completing our homeworks as well as studying. A day very well spent, i must add. Worth getting detention (if). heh.

Note to self:
A man needs his:
- space.
- gadgetry.
- rest/sleep.

Remember the time not long ago where i mentioned that i lost my EzLink on a busride, only to find it on the way home as i boarded the same bus? History repeats itself! haha!

So me and the other half took 51 to proceed to Funan the ITmall to take a look at his iPod stuff. 5 seconds after i got off the bus, i fumbled my pockets, feeling for my brother's EzLink (i lost mine remember?), only to find it missing. I almost died on the spot. If i had lost my brother's card, that would mean another 24 bucks flying away. The other half had that "Oh God you're so hopeless" look on his face. Cant blame him. 2 cards in a week? God, NO!

As we were still in our patching-up stage, i made light of the situation, and shoved my worries and frustrations aside. We planned, that after getting what we wanted from Funan and Penin, i would proceed to Hougang to retrieve the EzLink while he would proceed to Westcoast Park to complete his tons of hw. I would then rejoin him, hopefully with my brother's EzLink safely in my pocket once again.

So after walking around the whole of Penin and Funan, we decided to stop and have our lunch at burgerking. It was there that the other half suggested i call Hougang Interchange instead of actually going there, so my trip wont be a wasted trip if the EzLink was not found. and so i did, thankfully. The stupid ezlink wasnt there.

With a rather heavy heart, knowing that i would have to starve for one more week, i proceeded with the other half to the busstop heading towards WestCoast Park. Whilst waiting for the bus, the other half remarked

"I hope we get a singledecker bus, the one that we took just now."

I laughed and replied

"Lighting doesnt strike twice on the same spot lah. I was lucky the last time. The probability of me getting back my EzLink on the same bus again is almost zero!"

Then, surprisingly, as if to prove me wrong, a singledecked 51 arrived. I boarded it, my hopes hitched a tad higher. We looked around. It was the same bus! Like OMG! Hopes higher. But bleah, an old man was sitting at where we were sitting on the way to Funan. So i patiently wait for him to alight, my nails bitten to half its size.

He got up. I scrambled to the seat, the eyes of the other commuters on me. THERE! The Ezlink nestled between the seat and the floor, my brother's face proudly beaming back at me. I made a slight giggle and a huge sigh of relief and hopped back to my seat, my face holding a megawatt smile, much to the amusement of the other commuters (who were now staring openly), as well as an embarrassed other half.

Alhamdulillah.

Oh and i just love it when you call me just to ask how i am and tell me how much you care. heh. Goodnight blogders.

2005-02-01T22:15:00.000+08:00

Im Sorry, Is.

If you're reading this, no matter what time of the day it is, please, please call me. I love you lots. And i'm really sorry. Please, call me.

2005-01-31T22:21:00.000+08:00

I miss my schooling days with Rhino and Pig, sitting in a row and making a fool out of ourselves. Cracking jokes (mostly rooting from anything which has got to do with "aliens", "space" or stuff like that), whacking each other (mostly me and Claire), turning around to gossip with Michelle, Snow Lin and Meliza. Then we'd be like fooling around, talking nonsense and disturbing Kalpana and YinSing up front. Ms Vicky Loh would always be picking on us. Sigh. Those were the days..

I'd actually wanted to blog about the outing with Nasuha and Malihha, but deary Nas couldnt pass me the pics now. Sad isnt it? We shall see when my next inspiration will come.

My blog entries are getting more mundane these days. Blame it on my tight schedule. Blame it on the "haunted" computer. Blame it on everything else but myself. haha! Neh, im just too tired at times. Why not? When i reach home at around 8pm everyday, read through my notes and stuff, plonk myself on the bed, call the other half and fall asleep till the next morning, where i wake up at 5am. The routine continues.

Its becoming such a chore actually. I find myself hesistant in getting to school, in facing all those lectures in which i find myself sleeping/snoring (whichever is applicable) in.

Which reminds me, a rather funny incident occured in school today. We were in our History tutorial (about SEA) and the class consisted of less then 10 students and the teacher in the airconditioned classroom. So we were having a rather lighthearted discussion about the beginnings of christianity and about the bible being more of human-opinions, when suddenly, my hp vibrated, and screamed (a very very cute voice but the volume was LOUD)

"ALAMAK! Ada message lah!" (Alamak! Got message lah!)

I quivered in my seat, pee threatening to overflow as i stared at the teacher. I could feel the eyes of my classmates on me, and on the teacher (she gets mad even when a PEN drops on the floor). Silence prevailed for 3 seconds. And surprisingly, she laughed and asked "What in God's name was that?!" After intense apologising on my part and stuff, she said

"Usually i don't condone such behaviour at all, but due to the cuteness and uniqueness of the ringtone, you're forgiven."

Ripples of relief-laughter went through the class, the loudest being from me. I still could keep my darling handphone! yay!

I have signed up for the NIE seminar which will be held on the 5th of Feb, 1pm to 230pm. I've come to a decision, that if i dont make it to JJC, i'll enroll in the said 9yr program and attain a diploma in Malay instead of getting to Poly and enrolling myself in something which i have no interests in.

The other half just informed me that he has hockey trainings on every Monday, Wednesday and Friday till around 830pm. He too has ventures on Saturdays. I have a feeling i'll be seeing him lesser and lesser.

Aww shucks.

2005-01-31T19:39:00.000+08:00

Quote of the day:

"Goreng pisang uses banana isit?"

or

"What is Twisties?"

Oh wow. 17 years on this earth and my classmates still ask this kinda questions. I was dumbfounded and flabbergasted.

Theres a couple of free drama (i think) performances tomorrow at the Substation from 8 to 10pm. Temptations. I may be going with Nazeera, Sanghita and Shamini.

However, circumstances may not allow it.

Rambling of thoughts. Not linking. Sigh.

O Level results in 27 days.

2005-01-30T23:00:00.000+08:00

Did you know?

That the S.R. in President Nathan's name stands for Sellapan Rama?

Or that there is an awesome 0.0% poverty in Singapore?

That our GDP/capita is a whopping (compared to other countries in this region) US$24 700?

That we have an unemployment rate of 4.7%?

Or that the literacy rate is 93.5%?

And that the main religion is Buddhism followed by Islam?

Ok apparently Faddy is completing her History homework which has to be handed in by tomorrow. Good night then. She still has to complete filling the blanks for Indonesia, Myanmar, Malaysia, Thailand and Vietnam. Click here if you're interested to learn more about any country in the world.

And yes, i shall blog about the outing with Malihha and Nas when i have the time and ambience. Just keep in mind that Nas and I reached home at around 1am. *Gasp*

Reply to tags:

Andrew: Uhm.. Hi?

Angela: Hello! Thanks for the comments. Erm apparently you live on the other side of the world, so even if i were to tell you where i got mine, it wouldnt matter wont it? hehehehe.

Ashrithaa aka Rhino: Uhm. Whatever. hahahaha. I love you too Rhino. So cool sia even after 1 mth we still contact2 and go out. Btw is the pig mad at me for that insult i smsed (and you agreed) her?

Aziz: hahahaha. Cikgu DieLah. Wat sey Aziz. haha! Im going to the seminar ah, but 80% chances i'll be continuing my life in JJC as i prefer to teach Malay in Secondary/JC level, or deal with Psychology. teeeheehee.

Dayak: WAT SIA u got other band? Complain no money no time no dono-wat-else and now you say you got another band. BUH! (Padahal faddy jeles sebab faddy takde org nak aja main guitar atau pi jamming. boohoohoo) hahhahaha. I like that pic too! Minus the fact that my hands look guyish. Bluek!

Diana: Haha. ok thats good Dik. One advice k? Take one step at a time. Dun get into things to fast. :)

Ditri: haha! Now that kak ditri mentioned it, my hands do look guyish! haha! Im wearing the greenband, and my hands are much much smaller and cuter then the other half's in real life. Must be some angle effect from the camera. hehe!

James: Uhm. Are you like James from JJC? hahha. anyway, im happily and blissfully attached, and i do know that this is a prank. haha!

Kinky: Not anymore dear. He now has an iPod. (Stick those eyes back into their sockets girl. hehe!)

Malihha: ahhaa. ok beb im going with you. BUT first things first; I STILL DONO HOW TO SIGN UP LAH! hahahha. anyway everione got it lah. it was even advertised in the papers. MOE is getting desperate. hahaha!

Nazeera: Awwwww!! Hehe. thanks again beb, even tho i couldnt tap the card. haha! Damn maybe SBS has installed a program to match the person with the card. wahhaha. (inside joke)

Xiuz: Er. I really really dont understand waddabubba you talking about? Sorry if i hurt/discriminate you unknowingly Astroboy. Anyway, i seriously dont understand your entries at all nowadays. Bad. this is bad.

2005-01-30T11:59:00.000+08:00

Things to take note of:

Scenario 1
My comp's being another pain in the ass for the second time this month. It refuses to load properly, it hangs every 45 mins or so, it moves at an increasingly slow rate, weird noises seem to be emitted from the CPU, my internet connection somehow slowed down to an almost 56kb/s timing, and the CD tray keeps spinning even though no CD is in it.

Conclusion:

My computer is haunted.

Scenario 2
I desperately have a lot of things to blog about, but given the conditions of this pathetic machinery i am working on, ive lost my mood. Not to mention i am so superly busy these days; going out with the other half, with Nasuha and Malihha, helping out at my mom's shop, talking to old friends on the phone etc. So entries will be delayed for a moment.

Conclusion:

Faddy is loved by many and thus wanted by all.
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.
.

As if.

2005-01-27T23:13:00.000+08:00

Before i begin, special shoutouts to Nazeera for lending me her Ez-link when i lost mine for the second time. Thanks alot beb! Muacks!

See those bands? They're to symbolise a blind athlete and his running partner. By wearing it, im the blind guy who has potential but needs guidance and the other half would be the person who guides me. Aww.

Gosh i think too much!

The other half came over today to complete his General Paper homework on my com, as his printer lacks in ink. Worry naught, we were under the watchful eyes of my brothers, my mom as well as my dad. haha!

Had a great time talking to him and us cracking jokes with my brother, Fauzi. Its like one happy family. heh. Insyallah. Then after he completed his work, and hesistantly transferred to my com around 900 plus songs to my com from his Zen touch, i sent him to the bus stop.

To which, my mom said

"Why the girl send the guy to the busstop? So illogical."

And to which my reply was

"Times have changed Mak. There's no difference whether you're a guy or a girl. Even girls work nowadays what. Anyway, i enjoy talking to him along the way, and im too ugly to be raped by any Banglas on the way home, so you dont worry k?"

She gave me one of those daggering stares and proceeded with the household chores. Which reminds me, the neighbour next door now works with my mom. Thats like so weird since her (my neighbour) father is my Malay teacher. Hmm.

Malay Malay. I think everyone got the mail. Im really considering taking the offer, but out of the millions i asked, only 2 people supported me; my mom, and the other half. Sigh.

Reply to tags:

Aziz: Aiyah you big already, dah keja mana dapat duit raya lagi! haha! And yes, it was one hell of a sight seeing someone jacking at an MRT. takde keje seh. i think he's mentally retarded or sumthing. Hmm. my first hp was a 3210 too! And i was so so super proud of it. haha! Now i wun even be seen with it seh! And no, i wont be called Cikgu Fad. I'd be called Cikgu Dilah. Kan mcm sweet gitu? wahhahah! Panjang nyer my reply! haha!

Dayak: You should have seen it man. Gross. *pukes* Btw, your webby no more tagboard? And you dont paham what im writing? boohooohooooo.

Diana: Hello! Hows my brother treating you?

Ditri: Haha! Belikan akak camera? faddy takde sen lah. kalau camera main2 faddy boleh belikan. Yang picit nnti dia main lagu2. Kak nak?

Duan: haha! You psychic or sumthin? haha. He does have plans to open a 2nd hand hp shop next time. heh! you have a nice day ahead too!

Kinky: Sorry beb. Those dishes aint in today's menu. wahhaa!

Lisa: LIS!!! Haiyo?! what the bubba has happened?

Nazeera: Buh! You got 80 bucks?! Thats so unfaiir! Nehmind. rezeki masing2. Bersyukur dengan apa yang ada kan? hehehe!

Waga waga: Mcm kat TV? LOL. klaka eh kamu. hahha. so what would you do with the bangla in the ambulance? *ponders* haha.. and yes, kids nowadays do scare me. bleah! but i still want a kid of my own someday. hehe!

Xiuz: Lalala! Yes the other half is nuts. But i do love him all the same. awww. wahha.

Off to bed i go. and i dont think im making sense.