HAPPYHAPPYHAPPY DAYS (:

Today,

Happy 5th month anniversary to Amira and Qamal!
AND
Happy 11th month anniversary to Di and ME!!! (or... us?)

Alhamdullilah, syukur, syukur. I'm really bersyukur.. Alhamdullilah..

Hehh. Coincidentally the annis fall on the same date. (:

-*-*-*-

Mom lost 50 bucks today. Was supposed to pay my Younger Sis' transport fees but apparently she lost it. No, no, more like my Younger Bro dropped it cos he was holding the cash and Mom suspected this auntie stole it cos it was so obvious that she did. Mom's gonna 'interrogate' that auntie tomorrow. I think it's a good idea, cos it's an act of dishonesty and 50 bucks is a lot.

She was on the verge of crying when she told the incident to Dad and I in the kitchen. I consoled her but Dad remained nonchalant and calm about it. He tried to be wise, saying that the past cannot be undone. Partly true lah, but I can feel the anger Mom's experiencing too cos this kind of thing happened to me once. Dad was like, partly blaming Mom cos she was careless, but hello, this woman is in distress and how can you rub it in? I felt like hurling a chair at his face.

So in the afternoon I followed Mom to ATM and she withdrew another 50 bucks and I will pay it when I fetch my sister from school later. She was really meticulous about the current 50 bucks and kept repeating to me to place the money into the card holder and put it on the table so when I want to get the house keys, I will notice the card and that will prevent me from holding it. I know, I understand why she is talking to me like that like I'm a retarded child cos she's in distress. Mind you, I'm not as retarded like that.

(:

So I gripped the 50 bucks tightly all the way home so the money won't get lost. Now that's what we call retarded.

like that.

Won the 3rd place for the Discoverland race yesterday. Nad and I was extremely shocked cos, we were the last group to arrive. Flashbacks of how we were forced to eat things beyond our own will at one of the things we must do before we get the next clue, Nad downing two huge, mushy bananas, and I had to eat two whole starfruits (one ripe, and another one NOT ripe, still green!) and one litre of PLUM JUICE- supposed to share with Nad but she vomitted it out the moment she drank a small ounce of it. I swear I could have died cos I've never tasted plum juice before, considering I downed one litre of it with a teeny little help from Nad.

And another funny one where I had to ask the thosai mama seller of the name of the gravy of thosai. With his thick and heavily accented Tamil, I had to make out what he was trying to say. It turned out to be CHETTNEY SAMBAL. See, I am a language expert afterall. (:

Was still in the moment of shock. Anyway, being in the 3rd place, Nad and I won a food hamper and also a voucher to House Of Javanese for a free jacuzzi! HAPPINESS!


Move it, my dear girl. You already know he's my boyfriend. Why the hassle? You seriously don't havta destroy other people's relationship. If you're merely desperate, you can just go and find other boys of your own low standard. If you has this mentality that he's gonna leave me for YOU, uh bitch, get a life. You're freakin wrong. You already know that you're the 3rd party, or in the other words, a minority. You're not what he prioritised. This shows what a fuckin tramp you are. So now you know what to do right? Shoo, SHOO. Move on, desperate girlfriend.


Despite this annoying thing going on, I'm trying really hard not to be bitchy.

shawping spreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee`

Woke up vair vair late today. Nah, late to me. 11 pm. YEAHHUUUUU!

Then I have enough time to dress up to follow Mom to go to NTUC Bedok Inter to do her grocery shopping and make my new specs! :D

AHH I shouldn't miss out anything here cos I have vair vair amusant incidents to blog.

#1: Stepped out from the NTUC with a truckload worth of NTUC goodies that are totally implausible for both Mom and I to carry.
So we made use of Baby Bro's pram and load 3/4 of the things at the back of his pram, resulting in overloading of stuffs but.. Mom and I closed one eye about it.
And the climax is here.
When we went to POSB to deposit Mom's money, I bent down to Baby Bro and kissed him- without realising that I actually had added more pressure onto one side of the pram which was overloaded and......... BOOM. Chey. The pram was OVERTURNED, with BABY BRO INSIDE IT. You could have looked at his face expression, how freaking shocked he was because he was 90 degrees backwards. I thought there was nothing else more embarassing than this overturning thing. I could have run away and never come back to POSB.

#2: The embarassing drama was over. Here comes a guy in early 20s approaching us for donation. Apparently he is a volunteer at Masjid Al-Ansar, so after the pitching (DAYMN YOU I'M 21 PTE LTD), Mom was like, "Okaylah." then she donated 2 bucks.
And the guy looked at me and began a convo with Mom.

Guy: Ni anak awak eh? (Is this your daughter?)
Mom: A'ah. (Ya)
Guy: Dah kahwin ke belum? (Is your daughter married?)
Mom: Dahhhh... dah kahwin dah.. (Ya.. she's already married)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At this point of time NOTHING is more humiliating than your mother telling a guy that your 17-year-old daughter is ALREADY married!
I was concerned about the impression that the guy will have about me, like.. thinking that I had a shotgun marriage or something? OMG. So I bombarded Mom with questions. "Why you say to him I'm married?!" and she said, "So that he won't flirt with you any further." Okay this time I really wanna shoot myself in the head.

#3: The overloaded pram overturned 3 times today.

#4: After we alighted from bus 17, Mom didn't realise that her kangkong (VEGETABLE, YOU HALF-WIT) slipped out from one of the plastic bags. It was lying limpily (vocab?) on the road, until this one Springfield guy wearing LONG PANTS, thank you, who was behind her picked up the vege and was smiling and smiling and looked at me and then gave it to Mom. This time I was plagued with a major amount of embarassment. Did I mention that he's freaking hot? And Mom was like, paiseh paiseh and laughing laughing. Mom, the old flirt.

Not counting the times where I was struggling between carrying the groceries and replying to Di's sms. I could just slaughter him on the spot.

I'm never gonna do any grocery shopping with Mom anymore, considering I wore such glam-glam outfit today and had to put up with an endless list of embarassing moments.

wurrkk-eeyt.

By the way, I missed out two more pictures from last Saturday.





Yeah. That's all.

On the other hand, I wish Qamal a happy belated 18th birthday. May God bless you and your loved ones, and most importantly, may you have a good life ahead. I wish you all the best in/on/for (grammar?) your future endeavours. Take care. (:

Daymn, my English is definitely rusting.


My index finger is sore.. ;)

monster.

YEAHHHHHUHHHUHUHUHHHU!

Okay. I'm STEALING these pictures from Ammjay's blog to update about MY TRIP TO MALAY HERITAGE CENTRE for POTTERY LESSON. Ya hear me?! POTTERY! P-O-T-T-E-R-Y. NOW DON'T LAUGH.

First of all..

This is MR ABU BAKAR. The potter expert at work. That bent that he deliberately did adds on to the uniqueness of the pottery. "This pottery is estimated to be above $200," says MR ABU BAKAR.

The YAs showing you our BALLS- literally. Young potters in action!

I seriously have no idea why they're LAUGHING at me!

HELLO YOU! SMILE SMILE SMILE!

Ammjay's end products! Vair vair amusant! BTW look closely behind. That's me and Ah Beng!

My masterpiece, or comfortably called, 'THE TOILET BOWL'. I can't bring it back home! There are Di's and my initials on it!

After the pottery lesson, we roamed around the Malay Heritage Centre, or the Istana Kampung Glam. Former royal palace!!

Ammjays posing solo with the FOOOUUNNNTTAIIIINNNNNNNN. (:

Then came along 4 more YAs! I'm apparently a bag holder for Ammjays and Hanna!!

Us infrontof the BUGIS SHIP! SHIP, NOT SHEEP! BUGIS. B-U-G-I-S! Wanted to do the 'stepping' pose but Hanna and Sab didn't know how to do it. So Ammjays and I did it.

AYE AYE SIR!!

*Hindi song in the background* I'm thankful that no coconut fell onto my head!

Showing you Ammjay's tongue and Sab who looks incredibly cute!

Hanna looks like CLEOPATRA!!!!!!!!

Energy booster. Heh. I know what you're thinking okaye. You think the Sultan needs an alternative source of energy? That sounds so geographical.

AMMJJJAAYYYYYSSSSSS. *evil grin*

Let me remind you that I am not a narcissist like you think. Ammjays did this picture for me, PLUS the caption okay? THANK YOU AMMJAYS FOR THIS COMPLIMENTARY PICTURE. MUACKMUACK. How sweet! (:

weekend today.

I'm sick.
I'm bored.
I'm sleepy.
I want a haircut.
I want to kill her.
I'm craving for Cadbury's Three Wishes.
I'm feeling so lazy.
I wanna curl in bed and sleep and have sweet-like-fructose dreams.
I wanna bum up on the sofa and watch tv for the rest of my life without Mom having to nag at me for abandoning housework.
I want to have a squillion dollars and then migrate to Mars and live happily ever after.
I want to go back to Indonesia now.
I want to play Monopoly with Di.
I want.. I want....

.................. to stop talking crap.

!@#$%^&*()_+\

MSN with Rahim.

Read between the lines.

broadcast yourself says:

hahah will you be taking F&N?

MARIYANAH says:

YARRRR

MARIYANAH says:

cb.

MARIYANAH says:

see that bloody ng again.

broadcast yourself says:

alamak!

broadcast yourself says:

that bitch

broadcast yourself says:

i still remember she made you cry

MARIYANAH says:

ya.

broadcast yourself says:

like wanna whack her

MARIYANAH says:

bitch.

MARIYANAH says:

haha

broadcast yourself says:

lol

broadcast yourself says:

i was damn angry

MARIYANAH says:

hahaha you oso?

broadcast yourself says:

haha

broadcast yourself says:

ya

MARIYANAH says:

(:

..........................

broadcast yourself says:

i miss your scoldings

MARIYANAH says:

cb.

MARIYANAH says:

lol

MARIYANAH says:

if we go ite simei i can scold you whenever u want sia.

broadcast yourself says:

hahaha

broadcast yourself says:

i wish

MARIYANAH says:

(:

NCC BOY.

Throughout the day I was feeling very very sore. Because of this asset that I have. MY HAIR. I felt so self-conscious about it every minute of the day, whether it turned out to be in perfect or shitty condition. I hate it when my hair refuses to behave. HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT.

Stupid hair.

Anyway, NCC Boy was super irritating. Irritating motherfocker. Don't ask me why. He caused me to go teary in the bus but I refused to cry. Threats after threats, and the ordeal is over. But still I cannot forgive NCC Boy for that. I will pray that he won't get the 1st Sergeant rank. *evil laughter*

Okay sorry NCC Boy. BUT no. Nvm.
No I'm not having any affair with anybody else. NCC Boy is just Di, you see. I'm already bored calling him Di. Di. Di. Di. Di. So I switch his name to NCC Boy. Horny alien. Irritating bastard. Motherfocker. Son of a bitch. Hmm.

Notice this piece of crap here. I know. I'm bored. I wanna like, just curl up and die. Sheesh. No lah. I'm craving for something spicy. Hmmmmmmmmm. Okay I'll eat Di up the moment he gets home. From NCC. Eww, sweaty?! Nvm. He's my dinner today. Happiness.

love is in the air.. NOT!!

Queried about the request to retake in school. Unfortunately, bad news have to follow up. Apparently I have to retake ALL my subjects in order to be accepted back, not my intended decision to only retake 3 subjects. Bloody sacre bleu.

Met up with the irritating bastard, horny alien, Di. Gave him the chocolate bouquet (sp?) and he was, tremendously shocked. Fiddled with his new hp and experimented with the different effects of the camera which gradually took me high to the sky (don't mind me, I have an extreme fetish for any devices that are able to capture my face/body etc.) So I kinda neglected him and instead, fill up his hp's memory space with my nothing else but my faces with different disorientations. Vair vair amusant.

I found out that apparently Kent Ridge park is the most popular make-out hotspot!?! *desperately nudges Ammjays* Kent Ridge park is only opposite NACLI!! OPPOSITE OUR ROOM, AMMJAYS! HELL! Pardon me but let me explain again that NACLI is the place where I had my recent 5-day camp. So when all the 4 nights where Sab, Hanna, Ammjays and I were literally freaked out by the ghostly things that are thought to be lingering around just opposite our room, it might possibly be the cloud-nine-couples roaming about to find an exclusive hotspot to carry out their indecent bush-shaking and grass-quaking activities that they have been intending to do! WHAAAAAAA!! We didn't even dared to open the door when the sun sets cos it'll really get freakin dark by then and naturally, we're scared. No wonder it's the most hotspot for makin out. Daymn I'm corrupted now. So maybe the next time I step into NACLI, every night time I shall throw condoms to the opposite direction. I know you're full-mooning, I know you can't control your desires, but please, have safe sex, everyone.

Apparently my Baby Bro had learnt a new word, 'E-bit'- a modification/baby language from the original term of 'STUPID'.

So whenever somebody scolds him, he'll go "E-BIT! E-BIT!!"

Bad, bad baby.

Know how he knows that word?

Ask his older siblings.

eternity.

I've decided to delete the previous entry. Pardon me, it was written when I was not on the correct state of mind. The way I thank my friends and stuff sounds like I've just won a Grammy award. Weird.

I'm very drained now. Physically, emotionally, what-lly. Okay. Tired. Exhausted. Could just collapse and die. Haha. No. I just wanna curl up and die. Sheesh. Hahahhaha.

I want to work. Got any lobang keje anybody? In other words, any recommended jobs?

hello. please shoot me.

Woohps. Results are about 24 hours away. You think I'm scared? Let me tell you this. I'm not scared. I'm fucking scared.

There's a lot to eat now. But I'm lazy to eat. Shyt. What a bummer. Half-wit.

Fuck. Sway me. I'm so freakin bored. Sis' story will come out in Sayembara Cerpen @ Suriachannel later at 4pm. I'm gonna watch. And laugh at my sis' idiotic nerdy face that was taken at about.. hmm.. 4 years ago? In her specs and all. And her first at make-up. She look way weird. Anyway just go and watch. She won the third place in that novel-writing competition. I'm so proud of her. You weird kinky sister. KINKY. Inside joke eh? HAHA. Whips and handcuffs. Mayn that's so kinky.

sway me

It was barely 3 hours at CDC and I'm already back home. Nothing much in particular, Ammjays and I didn't go kookoo cos of the lack of time and also, a little number of pictures are taken, none of weird, crazy photos of us. Which means, I have no photo to take from Ammjays and post it up here cos there's none.

Hanna rebonded her hair. She resembles a lot like Cleopatra, which instantly brought me back to the initial days after I got my hair rebonded. And she looks dolly. Prettay babe.

This Sat is the ExploRally event. Ammjays and I changed our supposed shift to the 2 o'clock shift- the soccer game. If not both of us are placed at the shift that requires us to report at 8 am, and no soccer game. Ammjays don't wanna wake up early and I have tuition at 10 am, so we decided to join the other group (soccer game). And yeah. HAHA. I was told that the soccer game will have the what-you-call-that.. hmm.. oh, the SAF Young Warriors as the defenders!! OMG AMMJAYS. KIDS. Hahaah. Hope the SAF boys are KICK-ABLE!

Oh yeah. Go baybeeh, go baybeehhh.

caged-free

Weeeeeee, I'm goin to meet up with Ammjays later! Got briefing at 5pm at CDC, but before that I MUST go kookoo with Ammjays no matter what!
I'm going to see her laterr!!!!!!!!!!! (:

And Tim;
YOU HAVE ALL MY SUPPORT!!
ALL THE BEST FOR THIS SATURDAY OKAYE!??
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
DANCE DANCE!! (:

downturn

My pen has been dancing a lot on my book of expressions. Solely about the down turns that have been greeting me at my doorstep, and others- basically just emo-sessions that I have been having.

My life (from 1st Dec till now) has been plagued with boredom. It's a rare disease, and it kills. Cure, CURE! Where are thou? Bleaack. As I was watching 'The Planet's Funniest Animals' just hours ago, Dad came into the room and sang me a song. Something like, "Words cannot describe your hardwork in your 4 years of secondary school life, this Friday will show whether you're stupid or a genius." Then he cackled and trotted off. Weird isn't it? The first sentence sounds philosophical and touching, and the moment he hits the word 'stupid', I was completely turned off. I don't wanna become stupid nor genius. I just wanna be in the center. Center of gravity. Center of attraction. May I?

I'm suddenly hit with panic attack cos I have yet decide where to go (if results permit). Poly or.. CI? Initially I already had my choice in mind, but Dad psycho-talked me and then again, I had to reconstruct my decision. So I'm kinda confused. But my instincts tell me that retaking my Os is what I'm gonna do. So I might wanna stick to that. We'll see.



I feel like giving up but my pride holds me back.

sheduled outage at 7.00pm pst

That's it. Today is the end of my feminist-ism. I don't give a heed to it anymore.
As you can see, being a feminist means coming to an extend to changing the normal clothes to wear whenever you step out from the house. (Or in the other words, making me do something that I don't like.) Today I was wearing this embroidered blouse with my brown pants and slipped into my slip-in shoes and even styled my hair in a girlish-manner and a necklace. YEAH WTF MAN. I had to be self-conscious of myself so as my lip gloss won't be smeared to my outer lips and eyelids heavily eyelined and mascara-ed. I wasn't being myself. I was just upholding my feminist-ism. Until.....

....the moment I went back home I quickly slipped out from my blouse and into my t-shirt and REMOVED every bit of my make-up. Hello, old ruggard me. I love myself this way. Make-up less, tomboy-ish and messy hair.

I swear to myself not to be in this style anymore.
I am so gonna revert back to my old way of wearing my t-shirt and jeans/army pants, and my endless collection of chunky bracelets hanging on both wrists and of course, my all-time beloved high-cuts. Nothing could beat the rocker style. WAHAHAA. And wait, my hair- messily done, not unkempt.

MWAHAHHAHAHHAA.

Byebye feminist-ism. I shan't look back.


What in the name of my sister's black bra is Brownie doing under the bed.......?
Sorry, random.

bit by bit

Sis was appalled when I described to her about my newly-revamped profile at you-know-where. I mean after I click on my own profile myself, I couldn't believe it myself cos I sound like another clingy girl whose life is evolved around her boyfriend, till it came to an extend of putting up his picture on her profile and sings praises on him. But those have motives, if they should really know. I don't do it cos I'm all over him. But of, you know.. you know.. I could have coughed out blood by now. I ain't gonna look at my profile anymore.

(:

At least I have done a step forward, by appearing to be a bimbo who is all obsessed with her boyfriend, and also another thing which I would prefer to keep mum about it cos it's a bit too, uhm, bitchy. Bitch-fight yea. Nah not really. Just a mere confrontation. And that's it.

Don't question me anything. I know what I'm doing.

Until he's really back with me, I'm all done.




I told you I wanted the role to be MAK BEDAH so badly!
(Reliving the era of the 60s!)



AH THIS IS FOR TIM.
I told you WHITE COCKROACH exists! Look at the oval, white "structure" on the right side of the scale. If ya can't see it clearly, right-click and click 'view image' then the cockroach will come to life.



Brownie, a.k.a Siti Anak. Don't ask me why.



Ok bye.

up-sad

I'm going out to kill someone 10 times bigger than me then chop him into a million glittery pieces.
Haha no la. Just going out.
Bye.

virtual insanity

HA-HA.
I'm so happy of what I have done.
It's PAYBACK time.
(:


Anyways, these make me look like I'm a serial murderer in action, ey?
HAHA.
BY THE WAY..

Ammjays is so freaking sweet! (I swear my body could have high glucose level cos of her). She specially CALLED me up last night and asking me whether I'm going for Aidil's chalet today, but too bad I can't make it la. And come to think of it, she specially called me to ask me that? I mean, hey how sweet can that be sia. Aww I miss you also la Ammjays. ):

And she misses me! Stole this from her blog;

"I also miss mariyanah. cos i can't go nuts anymore in jc. i can't dance with mariyanah like what we did in camp. i miss my maria. TURRRNNN UPP THEE RAADDDIIOOOOOO."

Woah touching seyy.

Next time when we meet up we'll gonna dance to that song again alright? (:



Don't blame me. Cos you have no right to judge.

angst-ridden

My goodness sake, please disregard my previous angst-ridden entries, they doesn't sound like me at all, eh? My god, my god.

But on the other hand, I'm still fucking pissed off.

temporary insanity

Pardon me,
Right now I'm not in a correct state of mind,
and I am not going to wallow myself in self-pity.

madness euphoria

Hello, I'm feeling very pissed off, I am so angry my body system cannot take it anymore, I could just go out and kill somebody.

Decision is not yet made, but if we were to reconcile, then revenge is fucking sweet.

Yes, I'm full of vengeance.

Don't fucking go against me. I know what I'm doing.

I fucking loathe you, son of a bitch. You're gonna pay for what you did, dude.

madness

Hey.
I've found out the truth.
You've failed to hide.
HA-HA.
You're in big fucking trouble.
I ain't gonna let you go that easy.
Fucking son of a bitch.