I never really thought abt making new year's resolutions this year. For a permulaan, I've never taken these things seriously as opposed to...what freebies/new limited goodies Starbucks is giving out. I've probably never made one.
I guess I shall give it a try...
something realistic. Duh. *snorts*
1. Be smarter.
(My amazing self wonders how this is possible because my existence is beyond all this lowly tardy things such as smartness. *Sigh*....but I suppose one must be modest in such things and realise new-age shits such as 'constantly improving' oneself)
2. Be more modest?
(HAHA)
3. Patience...is a virtue...
(Something I actually see in me 'improving', thanks to the relationship with Arif. Lotsa give and take. Fudging consideration. It's killing me inside but...SUPPRESS the NEED TO ARGUE GIRL, DAMMIT!)I love the dude, and patience is a bloody virtue. (Whoever made that up should rot and be eaten by farting bats. PAin I tell u..sakiiiiiiiitt hati giler) But it's already under construction so.. BEEH PROUD OF ME YEW MORONS!
4. Meet V.
(nO EXCUSES. SUDAH TENTU kena buat ini resolution. My one and only setia reader of this....rats poo of merepeks)
*I can't think of anything else. Shittt. Resolution falls short of one number. I need at least 5!**squirms*
5. Err.... SING MORE!
TA-DA!! There. I did it. Simple enough I reckon, sume insya-Allah boleh dicapai punye. I feel proud of myself already *beams*.
So apa macam? Boleh kaa??
Any horse can do no.5 but I think the modesty crap is gonna be a hailstorm for me...Hmm..
Monday, January 12, 2009
Monday, July 7, 2008
Just to menggembirakan you all with what's been happening.
Well HEL-LO dear bloggie. It seems a while since I've done anything on u. *YAAAAAAAAAAWN* No surprise there.
Ah anyway, since my 'love life' has finally found it's way back to Mars, here I am..blogging...having a day off from work.. going to gym. Life procedes back to normality once he stops picking me up. Or more like once he's in Penang and we've gone our separate ways.
(Cuz you see, when he picks me up I can't go to the gym you know, cuz we'd spend time with each other and yada yada yada.)
But GOD, I went for two classes today and surprisingly, boleh tahan laaa..
Woke up with a few sakit sinih, sakit saneeerh tp still living laa(dah karat kan, screw pun loose). My bontot lebih kecik though, I dunno I've been subconsciously complaining it to anybody who would listen. Or pretend to look interested. Beehcause muh booty is MUH asset! But anyway, nvm. It means it's time to get neeeeww JEANS!!
(For the life of me, I suck in looking for that particular typa pants. You good at it? *nods head at you* Cuz if you are then I need you to teman me get some new ones. Naaw, I don't use Levi's or anything, jeans can come from tepi jalan pun takpe, as long as it looks good on me :P)
Anyway met up with San after gym yesterday for a drink (she just came back from a very EVENTFUL trip in Penang...hmm hmm..*wiggles eyebrows*) Stupid girl didn't get his number. I couldn't chekik-ed her in front of that decent-looking dude with sideburns sitting in front of us.
oh ALIF!! (Kan San, kan?????)
HAW HAW HAW.
I purchased this FANTASTICALLY GORGEOUS new pair of pumps from Marie Claire *psst..it's the leather collection-tee hee* and although it cost a bomb..Oh well, shoes is another thing altogether. I tak pandang harga. Lain tu sume berkire jugak ah but shoeeess...purple pumps. Wanted to get the green one tp dah HABIS and before I could gasp out of breath, I took the LAST pair of the purple ones (Which is, F.Y.I ppl, my second favourite colour)
It was made for me.
Sigh.
Picked up Arlina from Batang Berjuntai with Ibu...good to see her again.
Well ituh saja my life for the past days. Supposed to be in Sungkai handling GIS students but you all pun tau lah kan betapa SAYANGNYA I dekat budak2 GIS tuh. Tak berani dkt kat diorang pun, biarlah Gary handle itu SPOILED BRATS sorang2.
HAHA. I'm terrible. Actually that's why I took the days off, for the fieldtrip but sokay, I'm NOT going to go to the clinic unless they call for an emergency or something.
Alrighdos, that's the current update of my life this time. Nothing much, Arif had some trouble just cutting us off for awhile but he's ok now and I hope he grows up to be a better man in the future. Dia mcm budak kecik lar, I can't stand it sometimes. Really bloody hell annoying and I know what you're thinking so DON'T even bother asking me why I fell for him cuz I dunno the ans myself.
Sometimes not having a reason is all there is anyway.
Toodles ppl. I'm meeting my darling San again for lunch or something. (She cried reading the previous blog post weih..hehehe) Ooi V, why your class with Bimla Fraayday lah, I work night shift laah.
Tp takpe, kite akan mencari jalan untuk mengharungi cabaran dan dugaan yang menghalang kite drpd ber-meeting up.
;D.
Ciaoz peeps, my butts achin' from sitting already. Yow.
Ah anyway, since my 'love life' has finally found it's way back to Mars, here I am..blogging...having a day off from work.. going to gym. Life procedes back to normality once he stops picking me up. Or more like once he's in Penang and we've gone our separate ways.
(Cuz you see, when he picks me up I can't go to the gym you know, cuz we'd spend time with each other and yada yada yada.)
But GOD, I went for two classes today and surprisingly, boleh tahan laaa..
Woke up with a few sakit sinih, sakit saneeerh tp still living laa(dah karat kan, screw pun loose). My bontot lebih kecik though, I dunno I've been subconsciously complaining it to anybody who would listen. Or pretend to look interested. Beehcause muh booty is MUH asset! But anyway, nvm. It means it's time to get neeeeww JEANS!!
(For the life of me, I suck in looking for that particular typa pants. You good at it? *nods head at you* Cuz if you are then I need you to teman me get some new ones. Naaw, I don't use Levi's or anything, jeans can come from tepi jalan pun takpe, as long as it looks good on me :P)
Anyway met up with San after gym yesterday for a drink (she just came back from a very EVENTFUL trip in Penang...hmm hmm..*wiggles eyebrows*) Stupid girl didn't get his number. I couldn't chekik-ed her in front of that decent-looking dude with sideburns sitting in front of us.
oh ALIF!! (Kan San, kan?????)
HAW HAW HAW.
I purchased this FANTASTICALLY GORGEOUS new pair of pumps from Marie Claire *psst..it's the leather collection-tee hee* and although it cost a bomb..Oh well, shoes is another thing altogether. I tak pandang harga. Lain tu sume berkire jugak ah but shoeeess...purple pumps. Wanted to get the green one tp dah HABIS and before I could gasp out of breath, I took the LAST pair of the purple ones (Which is, F.Y.I ppl, my second favourite colour)
It was made for me.
Sigh.
Picked up Arlina from Batang Berjuntai with Ibu...good to see her again.
Well ituh saja my life for the past days. Supposed to be in Sungkai handling GIS students but you all pun tau lah kan betapa SAYANGNYA I dekat budak2 GIS tuh. Tak berani dkt kat diorang pun, biarlah Gary handle itu SPOILED BRATS sorang2.
HAHA. I'm terrible. Actually that's why I took the days off, for the fieldtrip but sokay, I'm NOT going to go to the clinic unless they call for an emergency or something.
Alrighdos, that's the current update of my life this time. Nothing much, Arif had some trouble just cutting us off for awhile but he's ok now and I hope he grows up to be a better man in the future. Dia mcm budak kecik lar, I can't stand it sometimes. Really bloody hell annoying and I know what you're thinking so DON'T even bother asking me why I fell for him cuz I dunno the ans myself.
Sometimes not having a reason is all there is anyway.
Toodles ppl. I'm meeting my darling San again for lunch or something. (She cried reading the previous blog post weih..hehehe) Ooi V, why your class with Bimla Fraayday lah, I work night shift laah.
Tp takpe, kite akan mencari jalan untuk mengharungi cabaran dan dugaan yang menghalang kite drpd ber-meeting up.
;D.
Ciaoz peeps, my butts achin' from sitting already. Yow.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Of love. And sacrifice. Really.
It ended well.
It ended today.
"Tolong pegangkan."
"Buku ape ni?"
"Ibu bagi you."
"Ibu bagi? For what?"
"Ntah...ibu bagi Kak In, Kak Ina, Me, one to Fana and one to you."
"But...I dunno how to read Arab. Ni Arab ke jawi?"
"Jawi."
"Oh ok. Then I boleh baca."
I couldn't read a word. It was a photostated hand-written book and the smaller one copied from a book. But Ibu bagi? She obviously knows.
There was much 'output' from me today when he picked me up. So much frustrations out, all the mini pre-frustrations packed and walloped into one just gushed out from my mouth after we sent Jaya home. I told him things I told before, I sweared at him; I hit him, I questioned him, at one time I teared in my most vulnerable moment, I demanded an answer. I was tired. Be a man, dammit.
And I calmed down at parts where I just needed to let him seep all I've said. He kept quiet all the way. I couldn't look at him. He looked straight at the road.
And when we reached, "I'm sorry".
I gave him my two shits.
"Ok I won't message you anymore, I won't call, I won't see you anymore."
And I was happy that he made the decision. But I cried. I really couldn't help it.
We sat down at the school foyer when waiting for Adlan. And we talked and talked some more. Sometimes I cried. Sometimes he said sorry. There were times where I even laughed and smiled, because I was relieved. That we're finally separated from this 'pressure' built in between us. He was silent most of the time. All he did was look at me and let me do all the talking.
"It would be difficult at first of course, but don't worry ok, I can take care of myself. I have a good feeling bout this."
"But I hurt you. And I love you."
"Doesn't matter, we do what's right. Allah has His reasons why all this happened ok. Kite kena yakin Arif. Macam Mama cakap kan, if things were meant to be, it will happen dengan izin Allah. Maybe it's not gonna happen now, kita 2 belum matang lagi kan."
"I'm sorry Hannah." He continued looking.
"Ah don't worry. Don't be sorry for doing something right. I know it's for the best. You kena redha lar dengan keputusan yang you dah buat."
"But I don't feel happy with it, at all."
"Insya-Allah, hati you akan tenang nanti. You love Fana ok, you must really love her to accept her after she did it the second time Arif. We'll see how it goes."
And I made him promise me stuff and I promised to take care of Mama and Papa.
"The only bad part about this is I can't see Adlan and Ibu anymore... U ah. Takpelar at least Ibu gave me something before this all ended."
He took out the hair from my face and I kept changing my sitting positions. All he did was look.
The school bell rang. Adlan appeared and he salam-ed me and 'Acu'. He held my hands as we walked back to the car.
"Adlan ada homework? Adlan potong rambut eh?"
"A'ah." And he smiled the cutest smile ever with his doggone sleepy eyes.
I took Adlan's picture in the car. It suddenly dawned on me that I'd never pick him up from school again or buy him Happy Meals with Arif. Or I'd layan him with the free toys that come with it.
And I teared because I am positively in love with the 7 year-old brat.
And Arif held my hands. For the first and last time. He didn't allow me to pull away throughout the whole journey home.
"Why did it have to end like this? Why did it have to start and end like this?"
He's right. It all started and ended the exact same way.
"Let me buy you coffee please. Or chocolate."
He wanted to spend more time with me. Not possible.
"No. No, you need to let me go soon anyway."
"Not now, no. Please, let me get you something. Anything."
He held my hand tighter.
I looked away till we reached home. He took my hand in both of his and looked at me. I smiled.
"Time to go."
"Adlan salam mama."
"Bye mama." And he smiled his most sincere smile ever. My heart melted at the sight of it. Oh the innocence of a young child. He jumped to the front seat and waved.
Arif looked at me expectantly.
"Bye."
And he waited till I got through the gates to the front door. I looked back and he left.
I found Mama peeking through the curtains.
"What? I was just looking, cannot ah."
I sighed and balanced my right arm on the front door gate.
"It's over."
"What's over?"
"Me and him. We're not gonna call or msg or meet each other anymore." And my tears suddenly flowed again, there and then. I cried at the front door.
"Awwh..." And she held out her hands for me to hug her.
"What you go through when you're growing up Nona..."
"Yeah I know. And I dunno how to read Arab. Jawi. Anyway I'm gonna be down the whole night today Ma."
She looked through the books Ibu gave and told Papa what happened. "Read the books eh, orang dah bagi."
It was some books pasal solat and hadith and stuff.
"Yang tua tu dah suke yang kat muda lah."..."Arif dah ade girlfriend.."..."Macam tu lar..." Mama told Papa. My father's a bit slow.
"Sebenarnye dalam Islam tak boleh mcm tu tau. You need to be friends."
"We tried, it didn't work. Nevermind lah, we'll see how it goes."
"Yeah, you're still young."
Kakak was all out for us going our separate ways cuz she's been cheated on before.
"It should be that way what!" She shrieked.
(She's been bugging me to think about it, to not stoop so low as the girl and blah blah blah. I got her. I really did.)
It lasted a month. No, we were never together but we got 'close'. I'm glad it didn't go any further.
I'm still ok now, I feeling much calmer about things. Everything.
I'm not the 'other girl' anymore and I'm happy he made the decision by himself. Rather than me, constantly ordering and forcing him to DO something about the situation, yet loving him at the same time.
We'll see.
I didn't feel too hard-pressed because this is what I 'wanted'. Somewhere deep inside me I know I'm contented.
It ended quite, quite well.
It ended today.
"Tolong pegangkan."
"Buku ape ni?"
"Ibu bagi you."
"Ibu bagi? For what?"
"Ntah...ibu bagi Kak In, Kak Ina, Me, one to Fana and one to you."
"But...I dunno how to read Arab. Ni Arab ke jawi?"
"Jawi."
"Oh ok. Then I boleh baca."
I couldn't read a word. It was a photostated hand-written book and the smaller one copied from a book. But Ibu bagi? She obviously knows.
There was much 'output' from me today when he picked me up. So much frustrations out, all the mini pre-frustrations packed and walloped into one just gushed out from my mouth after we sent Jaya home. I told him things I told before, I sweared at him; I hit him, I questioned him, at one time I teared in my most vulnerable moment, I demanded an answer. I was tired. Be a man, dammit.
And I calmed down at parts where I just needed to let him seep all I've said. He kept quiet all the way. I couldn't look at him. He looked straight at the road.
And when we reached, "I'm sorry".
I gave him my two shits.
"Ok I won't message you anymore, I won't call, I won't see you anymore."
And I was happy that he made the decision. But I cried. I really couldn't help it.
We sat down at the school foyer when waiting for Adlan. And we talked and talked some more. Sometimes I cried. Sometimes he said sorry. There were times where I even laughed and smiled, because I was relieved. That we're finally separated from this 'pressure' built in between us. He was silent most of the time. All he did was look at me and let me do all the talking.
"It would be difficult at first of course, but don't worry ok, I can take care of myself. I have a good feeling bout this."
"But I hurt you. And I love you."
"Doesn't matter, we do what's right. Allah has His reasons why all this happened ok. Kite kena yakin Arif. Macam Mama cakap kan, if things were meant to be, it will happen dengan izin Allah. Maybe it's not gonna happen now, kita 2 belum matang lagi kan."
"I'm sorry Hannah." He continued looking.
"Ah don't worry. Don't be sorry for doing something right. I know it's for the best. You kena redha lar dengan keputusan yang you dah buat."
"But I don't feel happy with it, at all."
"Insya-Allah, hati you akan tenang nanti. You love Fana ok, you must really love her to accept her after she did it the second time Arif. We'll see how it goes."
And I made him promise me stuff and I promised to take care of Mama and Papa.
"The only bad part about this is I can't see Adlan and Ibu anymore... U ah. Takpelar at least Ibu gave me something before this all ended."
He took out the hair from my face and I kept changing my sitting positions. All he did was look.
The school bell rang. Adlan appeared and he salam-ed me and 'Acu'. He held my hands as we walked back to the car.
"Adlan ada homework? Adlan potong rambut eh?"
"A'ah." And he smiled the cutest smile ever with his doggone sleepy eyes.
I took Adlan's picture in the car. It suddenly dawned on me that I'd never pick him up from school again or buy him Happy Meals with Arif. Or I'd layan him with the free toys that come with it.
And I teared because I am positively in love with the 7 year-old brat.
And Arif held my hands. For the first and last time. He didn't allow me to pull away throughout the whole journey home.
"Why did it have to end like this? Why did it have to start and end like this?"
He's right. It all started and ended the exact same way.
"Let me buy you coffee please. Or chocolate."
He wanted to spend more time with me. Not possible.
"No. No, you need to let me go soon anyway."
"Not now, no. Please, let me get you something. Anything."
He held my hand tighter.
I looked away till we reached home. He took my hand in both of his and looked at me. I smiled.
"Time to go."
"Adlan salam mama."
"Bye mama." And he smiled his most sincere smile ever. My heart melted at the sight of it. Oh the innocence of a young child. He jumped to the front seat and waved.
Arif looked at me expectantly.
"Bye."
And he waited till I got through the gates to the front door. I looked back and he left.
I found Mama peeking through the curtains.
"What? I was just looking, cannot ah."
I sighed and balanced my right arm on the front door gate.
"It's over."
"What's over?"
"Me and him. We're not gonna call or msg or meet each other anymore." And my tears suddenly flowed again, there and then. I cried at the front door.
"Awwh..." And she held out her hands for me to hug her.
"What you go through when you're growing up Nona..."
"Yeah I know. And I dunno how to read Arab. Jawi. Anyway I'm gonna be down the whole night today Ma."
She looked through the books Ibu gave and told Papa what happened. "Read the books eh, orang dah bagi."
It was some books pasal solat and hadith and stuff.
"Yang tua tu dah suke yang kat muda lah."..."Arif dah ade girlfriend.."..."Macam tu lar..." Mama told Papa. My father's a bit slow.
"Sebenarnye dalam Islam tak boleh mcm tu tau. You need to be friends."
"We tried, it didn't work. Nevermind lah, we'll see how it goes."
"Yeah, you're still young."
Kakak was all out for us going our separate ways cuz she's been cheated on before.
"It should be that way what!" She shrieked.
(She's been bugging me to think about it, to not stoop so low as the girl and blah blah blah. I got her. I really did.)
It lasted a month. No, we were never together but we got 'close'. I'm glad it didn't go any further.
I'm still ok now, I feeling much calmer about things. Everything.
I'm not the 'other girl' anymore and I'm happy he made the decision by himself. Rather than me, constantly ordering and forcing him to DO something about the situation, yet loving him at the same time.
We'll see.
I didn't feel too hard-pressed because this is what I 'wanted'. Somewhere deep inside me I know I'm contented.
It ended quite, quite well.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Nutter punye keje.
It started like this,
I put on a new lipstick.
A colour I bought,
but never used it.
It was a lovely Sunday,
no cars wheezing by.
I wanted to walk
But papa wouldn't allow it.
The colour was lovely
an orangey-pink.
I was obviously positively glowing :)
He woke me up, saying,
"Wake up sayang, it's 6.19, Subuh already."
It's only last night
that we went mamak-ing.
It was a lovely day,
I finished the clinic's monthly Billing.
I laughed so much;
till Jagdish's tears started pouring.
Muji's going back
We spring-cleaned the clinic.
He said, 'Baby should I wear baju Melayu or jeans?'
'It's a freaking wedding babe.... pakailah jeans' :P
I'm listening to Marvin Gaye
'Oooooooooooh Baaaaaaaaaaaaby..'
Then a little bit of Jamie Scott.
Britney, Wyclef Jean,
some Joshua Radin;
while eating Jacob's high-fibre biscuits.
It's been a lovely day, really.
I tied up my hair
and didn't look half messy.
I did my job well;
I didn't break anything.
Ok so he said something stupid (again)
but that's about it.
I put on a new lipstick.
A colour I bought,
but never used it.
It was a lovely Sunday,
no cars wheezing by.
I wanted to walk
But papa wouldn't allow it.
The colour was lovely
an orangey-pink.
I was obviously positively glowing :)
He woke me up, saying,
"Wake up sayang, it's 6.19, Subuh already."
It's only last night
that we went mamak-ing.
It was a lovely day,
I finished the clinic's monthly Billing.
I laughed so much;
till Jagdish's tears started pouring.
Muji's going back
We spring-cleaned the clinic.
He said, 'Baby should I wear baju Melayu or jeans?'
'It's a freaking wedding babe.... pakailah jeans' :P
I'm listening to Marvin Gaye
'Oooooooooooh Baaaaaaaaaaaaby..'
Then a little bit of Jamie Scott.
Britney, Wyclef Jean,
some Joshua Radin;
while eating Jacob's high-fibre biscuits.
It's been a lovely day, really.
I tied up my hair
and didn't look half messy.
I did my job well;
I didn't break anything.
Ok so he said something stupid (again)
but that's about it.
A Ballad. I like this V.
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Tuesday, May 20, 2008
100 Pointless Pointlessness You Might Wanna Know.
Aaaaiii Haaaaaaaaaaave Deeeeeeeeeeeesssaaaaaaaaiiiided..... to let it go.
Just let it be. Never does anyone good to butt in a 2 year-old relationship (whether it works both ways or not). But it's a much safer option for me.
And jodoh tak ke mana kan, so no worries for you there Hannah. I'll work my ha-ass off on someone who's ...uhm...single? maybe, for starters. HAha. Joke. *rolls eyes*
I'm listening to Saliva. "Let me rest in pieeeeeeeeeeeeecesssssssss"
Oh HULLO Julez baby darling! Yeah I blog. *stifled laugh* More like, I TRY to. In fact, I think I used to be just a tweeeny bit slightly more active in my yesteryear-old Friendster blog. It's my other pile of jargons. Deeper stuff when I look back in it.
Proves I'm less mellow after a long time! "GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINE!How do you DO??"
I watched 'The Sisterhood of Travelling Pants' last night. Heard the soundtrack ages ago but finally got to watch it yesterday. Not bad. The sweet, destiny, friendship-ish kinda stuff. I felt that I would have like it more have I watched it earlier (I don't know where that came from). But it was just ok for me. I love the Bailey-Tibby relationship though. I cried, of course. I even cried when Lena says, "I love you" to Kostas. *.......droopy smile*
Don't you just think you're able to know someone without meeting him or her by observing the little things she does in certain circumstances at certain times? Like, V, don't you know what kind of person I am already? All you need is that lump of meat placed somewhere on the top of your head and a good shot at guessing.
Ok no, seriously. The brain part, very true. It's not judging but one seriously does not need a certificate in Psychology to know 'who's the what' kind of person.
You get me. Kan. Here's your meme.
Anyway the 100 POINTLESS FACTS YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT ME.
1. I find fruits (apples, pears) in my bags these days. They tend to 'mysteriously' appear out of nowhere- till I remember nenek brought back some for me from Sgp. Or that I brought it to work for something to munch on and only realised it back at home that night.
2. I have no sense of creativity. I cannot draw or even colour in the lines to save my life. I'm stupid, at that.
3. I cook. I clean. I take care of kids. People reckon I can become a good mother. I laugh out of politeness. The other option would be scoffing in their faces.
4. My worst fear is to become a terrible parent. *_*
5. I go to gym but I'm still fat. Overweight. Plump. Whatever you want to call it. It's still 'bigger than your average size in Malaysia.'
6. I cut my own hair. When I'm bored.
7. People think I'm smart because I sound smart when I'm in fact, a no-brainer, academically. I'm streetsmart smart, not textbook-smart smart.
8. I'm not sure whether I can make it to twenty at this rate. I can't think. (Psst, How'd you DO it Vanessa?)
9. I dislike horror/seram/gory/suspense/menakutkan/makes-my-heart-wanna-stop-there-and-then/disgusting books/movies/visions/ shtuffs.
10. My ears are unbalanced (imbalanced?). I hv one smaller, impishly pointed ear on the left. (on your right side when you look at me lah) My mom calls it 'special' to cover-up from the truth. My sisters say I'm distorted. I think my ear got stuck when Mom gave birth to me.
11. I still have EVERY SINGLE ONE of my soft toys :) I used to bring ALL of them around when I was eight. Yes, I had emotional issues. When I was eight.
12. My biggest achievement would be representing the country for some environment conference in Eastbourne. When I'm not Malaysian. And I'd get so irritated at the reporters that came all the way there for some 10 min interview I dissed them off by saying no. I swear I didn't know that spelled 'S-O-M-B-O-N-G'. (Apologies, if any one of you are reading this. Though you're probably somewhere annoying the ass off some politician.)
13. I am technologically impaired. As quoted by Kakak *clears throat* ," What CENTURY were you born IN?!"
14. I just realised I made it past ten! Ooh, I'm starting to get the hang of it.
15. I only have one ex. No, seriously. The serious serious one worth counting. One.
16. I LOVE eating powdered Milo and Horlicks. Just the powder. Spoonfull after spoonfull.
17. I have little, or no Malay blood in me. I am a citizen of SOUTHEAST ASIA. *smiles princess smile and waves*
18. My glasses have always been, and will always be crooked. Thanks to my wonderfully distorted ears. That makes me tilt my head a little to the side to give you the impression I have perfectly balanced glasses perched on my nose.
19. I sleep with Mr. Silverstone, Prudence, and Gabriel. Every night. Foursome.....*nods head with mysterious look on face*
20. I lick the medicine bowls in the clinic. Especially 'Max Kaolin'. It smells like vanilla-ed batter and tastes like thick bittersweet Ribena.
21. I'll have tons of orang asli's in my wedding.
22. I read the comics section in The Star first. Just to keep the mood light before it plunges into depths of devastation on future devastating reads.
23. When I clean, I really really scrub hell outta stuff. When I don't, I let it be (black, brown, one-inch dusty). I think I'm an extremist. *purses lips*
24. I'm the kind of person that would... accidentally drop the mop on one hand, and get shocked by the noise. And then drop the penyapu from the other hand, and squeak at the noise it makes too. And when I bend down to pick both up, my butt hits the medicine shelf. The contents go 'GEDEBUSH!' all over the floor.
25. I love Britney's songs.
26. I'm a walking-talking-driving catastrophe. And that's an understatement. I have had 3 accidents so far, with the car of course. We don't wanna go to where my hands, legs, butt, and even head can go.
27. I blame my mother for bad-skin, eczema, over-zealousness and for being an emotionally challenged human-being.
28. My mom loves all the boys I bring home. Too bad she used to tell me AFTER the relationship ended.
29. I enjoy music more by dancing, rather than listening to it. But I do enjoy listening to the likes of Silverchair and Muse and Meet Uncle Hussain. So I'm balanced, really.
30. Thirty? Only?
31. I think it's going to rain.
32. I never cease to be constantly amazed at my body. How the scar got there, how I'd wiggle my toes, how beautifully my nails grow and, oh, was that bulge there last night?
33. I'll tell you this. I used to iron ALL of my siblings' uniform when I was 9 every Sunday night. At my own will. I recall the iron being awfully heavy and each of us had 3 or 4 sets of uniforms. I'd ask Arif and Nafisah to collect all the hangers around the house for me so I can use them. I have no idea why I did that. I stopped. Thank God.
34. I'm a Barney baby, and proud of it. I still know all the songs by heart. I know how to use my imagnation.
35. I see a lot of things in detail but I'm a very careless person. Which is darn frustrating.
36. I have dry hair.
37. Oh which somehow reminds me of this. My hairdresser used to try to hit on me.
38. I had a lesbo after me. *Shudder*
39. I tend to re-use my outfits when I have so many others. I guess I'm a 'comfort' sorta person. Image doesn't mean much to me. It isn't the ultimate. Feeling good would reflect me thinking I look good so of course I look good. Hahaha.
40. I don't really like men sometimes.
41. It's RAINING! Whee.
42. I started taking the bus alone from one grandparent's house to another in Singapore when I was eight. You can do that there. NEVER try that here.
43. My hairstyle changes tend to be dramatic. I can't have long hair all the time.
44. Blogging is very time-consuming isn't it,V?
45. I am somehow, capable of mixing two different kinds of tablets in one envelope.
46. I can wonderfully mimick Shakira's goat-like voice. "I'm staarrrting to belieeeve, it should be illEgal to deceeive a woman's heart."
47. But I fail to shake like her. She's got batteries on her booty. It turns on and off on impulse deciding whether she's feeling hyped or down.
48. Once a upon a time, I believed someone when he said 'Hannah, do know that 1+1= 1.99999? It's true! It came out in Al-Jazeera and CNN today. Seriously girl.'
Hannah: "GASP! Really?! Omg that's amazing! How'd they find that out?"
I never got over the shock of my apparent stupidity.
49. I fidget a lot. I'd probably be swinging my legs underneath the table or even just my foot when someone asks me to stop shaking my leg. Or when I'm standing waiting for someone/something I'd drum my fingers against the closest thing to me. It's very unladylike but hey, you gotta love me.
50. I've recently started to eat like a normal human being. Maybe more. A typical 'stuff-yourself-sick' day in Jusco would be eating a quarter chicken set in Nandos, and then drop by 1901 for a great beef Hot Dog and the last would be a grande fruppochino from Starbucks. And maybe some ice-cream if there's some space left. Oh, I can eat a lot.
51. And before that all I could eat was a tiny portion of everything on a plate and complain about the kenyang-ness of it. Tsk. I didn't know life.
52. I don't know why I do this, but whenever I look in the mirror (at home), I smile and strike a pose. I think I'm just awestruck by the awesomeness of my whole perfect self. You can't get any better than this.
*Vanessa, or anyone reading this stares at the bluntness of it all. She then proceeds to rush to the bathroom to instantly stop the productivity of her digestive system by disallowing her dinner to come out the right way.*
53. I love looking at olive oil bottles stacked neatly in supermarket shelves.
54. All my wisdom teeth doesn't hurt while on its growing process. At all. It's still there.
55. I have gory visions of of myself getting hurt. Like accidentally missing one step of the stairs and falling head on down. Or getting my head stuck in some ... thing. All this started after I watched Final Destination.
56. My current mission is to fill up a whole plastic bag full of rolled up tiny cotton ball swipes.
57. People think I'm Sabahan.
58. I talk to myself a lot but you probably knew that already.
59. I clean my ears twice a day.
57. I have always and will always love the 'Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm' era. Where there is no such thing as ladies wearing pants and all they put on everyday is lacey skirts with matching little bonnets. And you've got Anne's and Rita's and Gabriella's sipping tea with their little pinky pointed upwards exchanging views on Oscar Wilde's latest controversial play.
58. I have a special gift. I am able to bend my thumb backwards till it looks like some pressed crescent moon.
59. I am also blessed with the gift to bend my back backwards without breaking it.
60. I dislike hard egg yolks.
61. I love weddings and happy endings.
62. I permanently have 2 Asli bands on my right hand, and one darker one on my left.
63. I try to look nonchalant when the doctor pokes around the female patient's boobs in front of me.
64. The only way to keep me quiet for more than two hours is to present me with a box of good, quality, 1000+ colourful puzzles. I'd shut up as long as it takes me to finish it.
64. I'm addicted to coffee and life.
65. On a debate with some school from Negeri Sembilan, I gave my views flawlessly. With my hands shaking.
66. I have a terrible short-term memory.
67. I have been trying to follow the Scottish accent for a year but susahlah. I absolutely love the way it sounds though.
68. I like the smell of petrol, marker pens, and that instant 'whoosh' you smell when you step in Body Shop.
69. I shop in Singapore, I don't shop here. It's because the number looks bigger here (double) and I'm still not used to it till today. I subconsciously stick to the Singapore currency because I'm more comfortable with it even though I know it is double the price there. No, I'm not rich, just a bit stupid to stick to comfortability. Even after 10 years living here.
70. When I first moved to Malaysia, I was shocked that all the students from different schools had the same uniform, all the 'lauks' here are waay to sweet for my liking, at the appaling behaviour of some of the Malays, at how much Malaysians consume chicken (and not like mutton) and of course, the service the government gives to the rakyat. After so much quick-witted efficacy we have over there, you can't blame me for the continued distrust I had towards the system here.
71. Oh, V this goes to you. I lost my Secondary 2 Spelling Bee competition to 'knead'. When they asked me to spell it I was like, "Need? Takkan so senang je?" And when I understood what they wanted I was so excited I spelt it 'K-N-E-E-D'. I gasped aloud on the mic and said 'SHH-!' -it.
72. I once knew how to do a split. No, I didn't take ballet. Now I'll just break my pelvic bone and probably not ever have sex for the rest of my life, which is something I don't think is worth risking for.
73. I get terrible cramps before my period. It comes with terrible tempers, emotions, and a mighty healthy appetite.
74. We named out first pet, 'SMREG', which is 'GERMS' spelled backwards after reading Judy Blume's 'Iggy's House'.
75. The wrestlers I used to support are: Chris Jericho (Because he was the most good-looking/hunky wrestler at that time), Stonecold Steve Austin (Cuz he's bald and mean and he wrestles with jeans, which I presume, is a mean feat) Mankind (Cuz he's 'kind', the nicest wrestler ever) and The Big Shot. I used to be shit-scared of The Undertaker but now that I'm older and knowledge has somehow seeped in me, I've taken note that he's a very strong man.
I now support Batista (no surprise there), HBK, Matt Hardy and Rey Mysterio. I detest the Rated-R. Even when I know the quality of wrestling has be downgraded so pitifully, I still watch it.
76. I love home-made sambal tumis-pizza.
77. I prefer shopping for make-up to clothes.
78. I love cats. Kittens. We used to keep a total of 9 cats (outside the house). The longest cat with us was 'Timid', a black cat.
79. I had my nose pierced twice, even after I mentioned 'I'll never go through such pain again' after doing it the first time.
80. Just because I'm a Malay who speaks English, have red streaks on her hair, doesn't wear the tudung and has a pierced nose doesn't mean I'm a very open-minded person. OK?
81. I'm a sucker for spicy food and I do not like tauge.
82. I get attached very easily.
83. I don't get it when people say things like, "She pretty what...fair.. nice hair.. sharp nose..tall tall, thin thin." I'm sorry but I lack the 'depth' to judge people on how pretty they are just because they're 'fair'. I realise that I find it hard to agree with my friends when they point out something random like that because I don't know the subject they're talking about 'in person'. Or even if I do and she has a sucky attitude I go all "But I don't think she's pretty."
84. No, I don't judge people physically. I just can't even though I try. Unless they're some big hot- shot celebrity or something cuz that's what they're all about aren't they?
85. I am fickle enough to check-out the Cleo's 50 Most Eligible Bachelors every year.
86. I prefer noodles and spaghetti to rice.
87. I eat spaghetti with anything, thanks to my grandmother. Asam pedas, masak merah, sup kambing. Even with just kicap.
88. I love sticky, sweet stuff. Like Ang Ku Kueh.
89. I'm not a very strong swimmer.
90. I used to have lovely curls in my younger days. Now I have a head of straw.
91. I can read 'Timpetill' over and over again without getting tired of it.
92. I have this weird mental thing which makes me draw stars, or squares with my knee/foot/finger by moving it according to the shape I'm thinking about whenever I think about it.
93. We started living in the house right beside my grandparents. Then we moved to the Blok beside it. We then widen our horizons and decided to move to the country next to hers.
94. People think I'm 25. I'm not happy with that.
95. I have moved to a total of 6 different schools starting from Kindergarten to Secondary school.
96. My ex- high school Headmaster (A.R Peter) has decided to increase his level of informality towards me by adopting the cheek-to-cheek tradition whenever we meet up in functions.
97. After finishing high school, Rotarians request I call them by their first names, instead of the preferred 'Sir' I would have so gladly continually address them.
98. I don't know how to delegate jobs because people just don't listen to me. I think they don't take me seriously.
99. I used to watch that 'Shelby Woo' mystery..detective show on Disney Channel. And loved it.
100. I'm all out for keeping the integrity of my race alive by following traditions, for environmentalism, and of course, for my religion.
That's it then. Could've written another hundred but the Dr needs me. HEH.
Oh VeeElle, I absolutely LOVE eating mangoes off their seeds ;P
Just let it be. Never does anyone good to butt in a 2 year-old relationship (whether it works both ways or not). But it's a much safer option for me.
And jodoh tak ke mana kan, so no worries for you there Hannah. I'll work my ha-ass off on someone who's ...uhm...single? maybe, for starters. HAha. Joke. *rolls eyes*
I'm listening to Saliva. "Let me rest in pieeeeeeeeeeeeecesssssssss"
Oh HULLO Julez baby darling! Yeah I blog. *stifled laugh* More like, I TRY to. In fact, I think I used to be just a tweeeny bit slightly more active in my yesteryear-old Friendster blog. It's my other pile of jargons. Deeper stuff when I look back in it.
Proves I'm less mellow after a long time! "GOOD MORNING, SUNSHINE!How do you DO??"
I watched 'The Sisterhood of Travelling Pants' last night. Heard the soundtrack ages ago but finally got to watch it yesterday. Not bad. The sweet, destiny, friendship-ish kinda stuff. I felt that I would have like it more have I watched it earlier (I don't know where that came from). But it was just ok for me. I love the Bailey-Tibby relationship though. I cried, of course. I even cried when Lena says, "I love you" to Kostas. *.......droopy smile*
Don't you just think you're able to know someone without meeting him or her by observing the little things she does in certain circumstances at certain times? Like, V, don't you know what kind of person I am already? All you need is that lump of meat placed somewhere on the top of your head and a good shot at guessing.
Ok no, seriously. The brain part, very true. It's not judging but one seriously does not need a certificate in Psychology to know 'who's the what' kind of person.
You get me. Kan. Here's your meme.
Anyway the 100 POINTLESS FACTS YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT ME.
1. I find fruits (apples, pears) in my bags these days. They tend to 'mysteriously' appear out of nowhere- till I remember nenek brought back some for me from Sgp. Or that I brought it to work for something to munch on and only realised it back at home that night.
2. I have no sense of creativity. I cannot draw or even colour in the lines to save my life. I'm stupid, at that.
3. I cook. I clean. I take care of kids. People reckon I can become a good mother. I laugh out of politeness. The other option would be scoffing in their faces.
4. My worst fear is to become a terrible parent. *_*
5. I go to gym but I'm still fat. Overweight. Plump. Whatever you want to call it. It's still 'bigger than your average size in Malaysia.'
6. I cut my own hair. When I'm bored.
7. People think I'm smart because I sound smart when I'm in fact, a no-brainer, academically. I'm streetsmart smart, not textbook-smart smart.
8. I'm not sure whether I can make it to twenty at this rate. I can't think. (Psst, How'd you DO it Vanessa?)
9. I dislike horror/seram/gory/suspense/menakutkan/makes-my-heart-wanna-stop-there-and-then/disgusting books/movies/visions/ shtuffs.
10. My ears are unbalanced (imbalanced?). I hv one smaller, impishly pointed ear on the left. (on your right side when you look at me lah) My mom calls it 'special' to cover-up from the truth. My sisters say I'm distorted. I think my ear got stuck when Mom gave birth to me.
11. I still have EVERY SINGLE ONE of my soft toys :) I used to bring ALL of them around when I was eight. Yes, I had emotional issues. When I was eight.
12. My biggest achievement would be representing the country for some environment conference in Eastbourne. When I'm not Malaysian. And I'd get so irritated at the reporters that came all the way there for some 10 min interview I dissed them off by saying no. I swear I didn't know that spelled 'S-O-M-B-O-N-G'. (Apologies, if any one of you are reading this. Though you're probably somewhere annoying the ass off some politician.)
13. I am technologically impaired. As quoted by Kakak *clears throat* ," What CENTURY were you born IN?!"
14. I just realised I made it past ten! Ooh, I'm starting to get the hang of it.
15. I only have one ex. No, seriously. The serious serious one worth counting. One.
16. I LOVE eating powdered Milo and Horlicks. Just the powder. Spoonfull after spoonfull.
17. I have little, or no Malay blood in me. I am a citizen of SOUTHEAST ASIA. *smiles princess smile and waves*
18. My glasses have always been, and will always be crooked. Thanks to my wonderfully distorted ears. That makes me tilt my head a little to the side to give you the impression I have perfectly balanced glasses perched on my nose.
19. I sleep with Mr. Silverstone, Prudence, and Gabriel. Every night. Foursome.....*nods head with mysterious look on face*
20. I lick the medicine bowls in the clinic. Especially 'Max Kaolin'. It smells like vanilla-ed batter and tastes like thick bittersweet Ribena.
21. I'll have tons of orang asli's in my wedding.
22. I read the comics section in The Star first. Just to keep the mood light before it plunges into depths of devastation on future devastating reads.
23. When I clean, I really really scrub hell outta stuff. When I don't, I let it be (black, brown, one-inch dusty). I think I'm an extremist. *purses lips*
24. I'm the kind of person that would... accidentally drop the mop on one hand, and get shocked by the noise. And then drop the penyapu from the other hand, and squeak at the noise it makes too. And when I bend down to pick both up, my butt hits the medicine shelf. The contents go 'GEDEBUSH!' all over the floor.
25. I love Britney's songs.
26. I'm a walking-talking-driving catastrophe. And that's an understatement. I have had 3 accidents so far, with the car of course. We don't wanna go to where my hands, legs, butt, and even head can go.
27. I blame my mother for bad-skin, eczema, over-zealousness and for being an emotionally challenged human-being.
28. My mom loves all the boys I bring home. Too bad she used to tell me AFTER the relationship ended.
29. I enjoy music more by dancing, rather than listening to it. But I do enjoy listening to the likes of Silverchair and Muse and Meet Uncle Hussain. So I'm balanced, really.
30. Thirty? Only?
31. I think it's going to rain.
32. I never cease to be constantly amazed at my body. How the scar got there, how I'd wiggle my toes, how beautifully my nails grow and, oh, was that bulge there last night?
33. I'll tell you this. I used to iron ALL of my siblings' uniform when I was 9 every Sunday night. At my own will. I recall the iron being awfully heavy and each of us had 3 or 4 sets of uniforms. I'd ask Arif and Nafisah to collect all the hangers around the house for me so I can use them. I have no idea why I did that. I stopped. Thank God.
34. I'm a Barney baby, and proud of it. I still know all the songs by heart. I know how to use my imagnation.
35. I see a lot of things in detail but I'm a very careless person. Which is darn frustrating.
36. I have dry hair.
37. Oh which somehow reminds me of this. My hairdresser used to try to hit on me.
38. I had a lesbo after me. *Shudder*
39. I tend to re-use my outfits when I have so many others. I guess I'm a 'comfort' sorta person. Image doesn't mean much to me. It isn't the ultimate. Feeling good would reflect me thinking I look good so of course I look good. Hahaha.
40. I don't really like men sometimes.
41. It's RAINING! Whee.
42. I started taking the bus alone from one grandparent's house to another in Singapore when I was eight. You can do that there. NEVER try that here.
43. My hairstyle changes tend to be dramatic. I can't have long hair all the time.
44. Blogging is very time-consuming isn't it,V?
45. I am somehow, capable of mixing two different kinds of tablets in one envelope.
46. I can wonderfully mimick Shakira's goat-like voice. "I'm staarrrting to belieeeve, it should be illEgal to deceeive a woman's heart."
47. But I fail to shake like her. She's got batteries on her booty. It turns on and off on impulse deciding whether she's feeling hyped or down.
48. Once a upon a time, I believed someone when he said 'Hannah, do know that 1+1= 1.99999? It's true! It came out in Al-Jazeera and CNN today. Seriously girl.'
Hannah: "GASP! Really?! Omg that's amazing! How'd they find that out?"
I never got over the shock of my apparent stupidity.
49. I fidget a lot. I'd probably be swinging my legs underneath the table or even just my foot when someone asks me to stop shaking my leg. Or when I'm standing waiting for someone/something I'd drum my fingers against the closest thing to me. It's very unladylike but hey, you gotta love me.
50. I've recently started to eat like a normal human being. Maybe more. A typical 'stuff-yourself-sick' day in Jusco would be eating a quarter chicken set in Nandos, and then drop by 1901 for a great beef Hot Dog and the last would be a grande fruppochino from Starbucks. And maybe some ice-cream if there's some space left. Oh, I can eat a lot.
51. And before that all I could eat was a tiny portion of everything on a plate and complain about the kenyang-ness of it. Tsk. I didn't know life.
52. I don't know why I do this, but whenever I look in the mirror (at home), I smile and strike a pose. I think I'm just awestruck by the awesomeness of my whole perfect self. You can't get any better than this.
*Vanessa, or anyone reading this stares at the bluntness of it all. She then proceeds to rush to the bathroom to instantly stop the productivity of her digestive system by disallowing her dinner to come out the right way.*
53. I love looking at olive oil bottles stacked neatly in supermarket shelves.
54. All my wisdom teeth doesn't hurt while on its growing process. At all. It's still there.
55. I have gory visions of of myself getting hurt. Like accidentally missing one step of the stairs and falling head on down. Or getting my head stuck in some ... thing. All this started after I watched Final Destination.
56. My current mission is to fill up a whole plastic bag full of rolled up tiny cotton ball swipes.
57. People think I'm Sabahan.
58. I talk to myself a lot but you probably knew that already.
59. I clean my ears twice a day.
57. I have always and will always love the 'Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm' era. Where there is no such thing as ladies wearing pants and all they put on everyday is lacey skirts with matching little bonnets. And you've got Anne's and Rita's and Gabriella's sipping tea with their little pinky pointed upwards exchanging views on Oscar Wilde's latest controversial play.
58. I have a special gift. I am able to bend my thumb backwards till it looks like some pressed crescent moon.
59. I am also blessed with the gift to bend my back backwards without breaking it.
60. I dislike hard egg yolks.
61. I love weddings and happy endings.
62. I permanently have 2 Asli bands on my right hand, and one darker one on my left.
63. I try to look nonchalant when the doctor pokes around the female patient's boobs in front of me.
64. The only way to keep me quiet for more than two hours is to present me with a box of good, quality, 1000+ colourful puzzles. I'd shut up as long as it takes me to finish it.
64. I'm addicted to coffee and life.
65. On a debate with some school from Negeri Sembilan, I gave my views flawlessly. With my hands shaking.
66. I have a terrible short-term memory.
67. I have been trying to follow the Scottish accent for a year but susahlah. I absolutely love the way it sounds though.
68. I like the smell of petrol, marker pens, and that instant 'whoosh' you smell when you step in Body Shop.
69. I shop in Singapore, I don't shop here. It's because the number looks bigger here (double) and I'm still not used to it till today. I subconsciously stick to the Singapore currency because I'm more comfortable with it even though I know it is double the price there. No, I'm not rich, just a bit stupid to stick to comfortability. Even after 10 years living here.
70. When I first moved to Malaysia, I was shocked that all the students from different schools had the same uniform, all the 'lauks' here are waay to sweet for my liking, at the appaling behaviour of some of the Malays, at how much Malaysians consume chicken (and not like mutton) and of course, the service the government gives to the rakyat. After so much quick-witted efficacy we have over there, you can't blame me for the continued distrust I had towards the system here.
71. Oh, V this goes to you. I lost my Secondary 2 Spelling Bee competition to 'knead'. When they asked me to spell it I was like, "Need? Takkan so senang je?" And when I understood what they wanted I was so excited I spelt it 'K-N-E-E-D'. I gasped aloud on the mic and said 'SHH-!' -it.
72. I once knew how to do a split. No, I didn't take ballet. Now I'll just break my pelvic bone and probably not ever have sex for the rest of my life, which is something I don't think is worth risking for.
73. I get terrible cramps before my period. It comes with terrible tempers, emotions, and a mighty healthy appetite.
74. We named out first pet, 'SMREG', which is 'GERMS' spelled backwards after reading Judy Blume's 'Iggy's House'.
75. The wrestlers I used to support are: Chris Jericho (Because he was the most good-looking/hunky wrestler at that time), Stonecold Steve Austin (Cuz he's bald and mean and he wrestles with jeans, which I presume, is a mean feat) Mankind (Cuz he's 'kind', the nicest wrestler ever) and The Big Shot. I used to be shit-scared of The Undertaker but now that I'm older and knowledge has somehow seeped in me, I've taken note that he's a very strong man.
I now support Batista (no surprise there), HBK, Matt Hardy and Rey Mysterio. I detest the Rated-R. Even when I know the quality of wrestling has be downgraded so pitifully, I still watch it.
76. I love home-made sambal tumis-pizza.
77. I prefer shopping for make-up to clothes.
78. I love cats. Kittens. We used to keep a total of 9 cats (outside the house). The longest cat with us was 'Timid', a black cat.
79. I had my nose pierced twice, even after I mentioned 'I'll never go through such pain again' after doing it the first time.
80. Just because I'm a Malay who speaks English, have red streaks on her hair, doesn't wear the tudung and has a pierced nose doesn't mean I'm a very open-minded person. OK?
81. I'm a sucker for spicy food and I do not like tauge.
82. I get attached very easily.
83. I don't get it when people say things like, "She pretty what...fair.. nice hair.. sharp nose..tall tall, thin thin." I'm sorry but I lack the 'depth' to judge people on how pretty they are just because they're 'fair'. I realise that I find it hard to agree with my friends when they point out something random like that because I don't know the subject they're talking about 'in person'. Or even if I do and she has a sucky attitude I go all "But I don't think she's pretty."
84. No, I don't judge people physically. I just can't even though I try. Unless they're some big hot- shot celebrity or something cuz that's what they're all about aren't they?
85. I am fickle enough to check-out the Cleo's 50 Most Eligible Bachelors every year.
86. I prefer noodles and spaghetti to rice.
87. I eat spaghetti with anything, thanks to my grandmother. Asam pedas, masak merah, sup kambing. Even with just kicap.
88. I love sticky, sweet stuff. Like Ang Ku Kueh.
89. I'm not a very strong swimmer.
90. I used to have lovely curls in my younger days. Now I have a head of straw.
91. I can read 'Timpetill' over and over again without getting tired of it.
92. I have this weird mental thing which makes me draw stars, or squares with my knee/foot/finger by moving it according to the shape I'm thinking about whenever I think about it.
93. We started living in the house right beside my grandparents. Then we moved to the Blok beside it. We then widen our horizons and decided to move to the country next to hers.
94. People think I'm 25. I'm not happy with that.
95. I have moved to a total of 6 different schools starting from Kindergarten to Secondary school.
96. My ex- high school Headmaster (A.R Peter) has decided to increase his level of informality towards me by adopting the cheek-to-cheek tradition whenever we meet up in functions.
97. After finishing high school, Rotarians request I call them by their first names, instead of the preferred 'Sir' I would have so gladly continually address them.
98. I don't know how to delegate jobs because people just don't listen to me. I think they don't take me seriously.
99. I used to watch that 'Shelby Woo' mystery..detective show on Disney Channel. And loved it.
100. I'm all out for keeping the integrity of my race alive by following traditions, for environmentalism, and of course, for my religion.
That's it then. Could've written another hundred but the Dr needs me. HEH.
Oh VeeElle, I absolutely LOVE eating mangoes off their seeds ;P
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Ada itu budak ambil hati Hannah. Lah.
Hit me.
Ok I know that no matter how caught up I am with work am I ever allowed to sneak away from my urban reponsibilities as a 21st century (so-called) blogger.
This apology goes specifically to you, V.
But I have been stranded away into the seemingly innocuous pathway to careerhood! *gasp!* I've been weeerrrrrking.....and weeerrrrrrrrking.... n werrrrrrrrrrrrrrking.
It's ok, but I seriously miss my friends. Seriously seriously. Oh I miss you too girl. Very much so.
I shall now proceed to what is it that has been taking my lovely company away from you Vanessa Pareira. I'm in the clinic supposedly keying some foreign workers medical results in the website (HAH! I should be the one taking the test too) but whatever. Takpelah, Dr. Siva pays me to sleep, he should be paying me to blog too.
TUt TUt. Ok I WAS. Now I'm back home. Kept this post in 'drafts' earlier cuz the internet connection there sucks. Must be all the radiation from the modern drugs. *shrugs*
Haha. It's as though I've been miraculously blessed with Hiro's abilities. You can so do that on the internet. *nods head*..so cool..so cool..
Anyway a buncha things happened; I graduated *woot!* and my results were pretty ok. No, I'm not trying to sound stuck-up smart but I did expect worse. Haha. So yay to that. Graduated back in my homeland and was there in less than 24 hours till I got home to get to work the next day. Hop on and off a bus between two countries and you'd feel like a zombie. No, I don't like rushing off to Johor to catch the 11 o'clock bus at home. I was literally stoning in work the next day. Eyes were glazed and I was breathing so deeply I could've slept while filling up the med bottles.
I don't like having not enough sleep. How DO people go to clubs and off to work the next day?
It's just that there's fieldwork and the clinic job and production job with dad's company it's slowly eating out of me. So bear with me V.
And there's this other thing. Which...... well.......
It involves a guy.
Oh ok. I like somebody.
Who's in a realtionship. Already.
*_*
We're childhood (secondary 2?) friends. He used to fancy me for two years. I would say he'd come near obsessive but then I'd have to explain what he did to make me label him as that and if I don't you're all gonna think I'm some perasan nut but yes, he was obsessed. Just believe me lah.
But he's got a gf now. A long-time gf. Who cheated on him. Twice.
Which makes me so frustrated cuz he's stupid enough to take her back. He's a pussy. I told him so.
I like him. But I don't want him.
Does that make sense? Yes. Because there are a few things about him that's a complete no-no for Hannah. I just care for him I suppose. A lot. I'm a fussy mummy.
Sigh. He sends me to work early in the morning and picks me up. And we'd go around eat somewhere before he picks up his nephew from school.
Oh yes, you've got that right. It's a two way thing. And he ain't cheating cuz his girl knows he's meeting up with me.
And nooo she doesn't like it.
But oh, I met up with her when he bought lunch for me. It was awkward but of course I tried to make things light. She was clinging on to her bag like anything. It's as if I were to rampas him away from her that second. "Eh sayang, I'm not that low lar."
He admitted he still fancies me, dear reader (or to be more specific, Vanessa). But he's got someone else. And he's the 'trust in 'loyalty/love' kinda guy.
I want him to grow up and see the world.
I feel frustrated for him. He's this 'anak manja' dude and I can't stand guys who aren't able to say 'No' to a girl when necessary. I can't take men just giving in to the women around them all the time. It spells out 'weak'. And that is precisely what he is.
But he's learning. Lately :)
Yeah, I got a bit occupied with this, girl, besides my work. Never thought I'd find myself in this sorta situation but then again never say never kan.
I seriously HATE that line. I wanna stamp stamp stamp on it. Argh.
I never want to be the 3rd person under any circumstance, dear V. So I backed out.
We're not as comfortable around each other anymore (even when texting) cuz of all that stupid limitations we must account for, between two people who's got to know their limits. *tsk* I'm stupid enough to impose those limits.
But I respect their relationship so...well. No thanks to dumb ol' me for losing a nice, good, decent boy.
Oh but Shermaine says give time in the first few months. Like..loosen stuff a bit. And I agree. But she says take it by the horns after a while. Like nudge in a bit. He's got to make a decision. It's not fair for his gf either if he secretly has feelings for someone else. Kan?
I'm a bit confused in this part of my life but otherwise all's good :)
Miss you darling. Loads more stories to update you with. Hugs.
P.S: WILL do you tag, insya-Allah. Lol.
Ok I know that no matter how caught up I am with work am I ever allowed to sneak away from my urban reponsibilities as a 21st century (so-called) blogger.
This apology goes specifically to you, V.
But I have been stranded away into the seemingly innocuous pathway to careerhood! *gasp!* I've been weeerrrrrking.....and weeerrrrrrrrking.... n werrrrrrrrrrrrrrking.
It's ok, but I seriously miss my friends. Seriously seriously. Oh I miss you too girl. Very much so.
I shall now proceed to what is it that has been taking my lovely company away from you Vanessa Pareira. I'm in the clinic supposedly keying some foreign workers medical results in the website (HAH! I should be the one taking the test too) but whatever. Takpelah, Dr. Siva pays me to sleep, he should be paying me to blog too.
TUt TUt. Ok I WAS. Now I'm back home. Kept this post in 'drafts' earlier cuz the internet connection there sucks. Must be all the radiation from the modern drugs. *shrugs*
Haha. It's as though I've been miraculously blessed with Hiro's abilities. You can so do that on the internet. *nods head*..so cool..so cool..
Anyway a buncha things happened; I graduated *woot!* and my results were pretty ok. No, I'm not trying to sound stuck-up smart but I did expect worse. Haha. So yay to that. Graduated back in my homeland and was there in less than 24 hours till I got home to get to work the next day. Hop on and off a bus between two countries and you'd feel like a zombie. No, I don't like rushing off to Johor to catch the 11 o'clock bus at home. I was literally stoning in work the next day. Eyes were glazed and I was breathing so deeply I could've slept while filling up the med bottles.
I don't like having not enough sleep. How DO people go to clubs and off to work the next day?
It's just that there's fieldwork and the clinic job and production job with dad's company it's slowly eating out of me. So bear with me V.
And there's this other thing. Which...... well.......
It involves a guy.
Oh ok. I like somebody.
Who's in a realtionship. Already.
*_*
We're childhood (secondary 2?) friends. He used to fancy me for two years. I would say he'd come near obsessive but then I'd have to explain what he did to make me label him as that and if I don't you're all gonna think I'm some perasan nut but yes, he was obsessed. Just believe me lah.
But he's got a gf now. A long-time gf. Who cheated on him. Twice.
Which makes me so frustrated cuz he's stupid enough to take her back. He's a pussy. I told him so.
I like him. But I don't want him.
Does that make sense? Yes. Because there are a few things about him that's a complete no-no for Hannah. I just care for him I suppose. A lot. I'm a fussy mummy.
Sigh. He sends me to work early in the morning and picks me up. And we'd go around eat somewhere before he picks up his nephew from school.
Oh yes, you've got that right. It's a two way thing. And he ain't cheating cuz his girl knows he's meeting up with me.
And nooo she doesn't like it.
But oh, I met up with her when he bought lunch for me. It was awkward but of course I tried to make things light. She was clinging on to her bag like anything. It's as if I were to rampas him away from her that second. "Eh sayang, I'm not that low lar."
He admitted he still fancies me, dear reader (or to be more specific, Vanessa). But he's got someone else. And he's the 'trust in 'loyalty/love' kinda guy.
I want him to grow up and see the world.
I feel frustrated for him. He's this 'anak manja' dude and I can't stand guys who aren't able to say 'No' to a girl when necessary. I can't take men just giving in to the women around them all the time. It spells out 'weak'. And that is precisely what he is.
But he's learning. Lately :)
Yeah, I got a bit occupied with this, girl, besides my work. Never thought I'd find myself in this sorta situation but then again never say never kan.
I seriously HATE that line. I wanna stamp stamp stamp on it. Argh.
I never want to be the 3rd person under any circumstance, dear V. So I backed out.
We're not as comfortable around each other anymore (even when texting) cuz of all that stupid limitations we must account for, between two people who's got to know their limits. *tsk* I'm stupid enough to impose those limits.
But I respect their relationship so...well. No thanks to dumb ol' me for losing a nice, good, decent boy.
Oh but Shermaine says give time in the first few months. Like..loosen stuff a bit. And I agree. But she says take it by the horns after a while. Like nudge in a bit. He's got to make a decision. It's not fair for his gf either if he secretly has feelings for someone else. Kan?
I'm a bit confused in this part of my life but otherwise all's good :)
Miss you darling. Loads more stories to update you with. Hugs.
P.S: WILL do you tag, insya-Allah. Lol.
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