Beneath every sorrow there is bound to be a joyous surprise waiting to be unveiled.

Dad came home from work, and in his right hand held an average-sized white package, and from his body language I instantly knew that the package is mine. It was weird enough cos I hardly get any postage (HAHA).





The package.



It's this mysterious bulge that evoked my mother of all curiostiy.




Camera can capture the whole page, but not the words. Some glimpse. Get the clue?

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JENG JENG JENG..

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WHEEEEEEEEE~



Upon seeing the product, the normally-slowly electrical signals transmitted the message to the brain at 78915613278 m/s. I was over elated. This was the random application I participated for the new Darlie toothpaste try-out when I was super bored and at that point of time, my eyes darted at the below page of MSN Messenger and the caption regarding the Darlie toothpaste caught my eyes so when I clicked on it, I filled up my particulars, and being a mild pessimist as I am, I am confident that I WON'T get the product cos it's either it was out of stock at the time I signed up (the try-out was limited to 300 pieces if I'm not wrong) so I thought I might be the 301th person to sign up, or the postage would get lost somewhere along the way or worse, it's just a stupid scam. And I thought I was correct cos the product wasn't delivered as I expected. BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

((:

Happy happy child.

I WILL CONTINUE SUPPORTING YOU MR. DARLIE!!

OH WHY OH WHY OH WHY.
IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE A KARMIC RETRIBUTION OR WHAT?
OH OH IGNORANCE IS BLISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.

I pulled off the telephone cord, hoping nobody will ever reach me again. But Mom always found out about my habit, and then the phone will continue ringing. Ahhh fuck.


O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou?

OMG RAHIMAH RAHIM MADE IT FOR THE TOP 28!!!!!!!!!!!!
THIS IS SO COOL!!!!!!!!!!!
RAWWWRRKKKIINNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. (like her hair)

So now I can let out a sigh of relief cos there's actually somebody else who have a major case of lion hair more severe than mine.

Eh that shouldn't be a mean thing.

It's an amusing sight to watch my middle finger turn blue and cold due to the extreme tightness of the plaster which holds on to the wound just below my fingernail. It's my first, and I could feel the oxygenated/deoxygenated blood struggling to pass through the barrier-clad section which is made up by the plaster. I could feel the struggle. HAHA.

And it's interesting to think that I'm currently hooked to Pussycat Doll's 'Loosen Up My Buttons' now. Though the song is pretty corny (like their other songs), but I can't help it but to groove with the beat. So merepek. But I like. So I'm merepek.

At the inter, SOME IRRITATING KAMBING spilled Red Bull on my foot and I ended up walking on the sticky slipper and nearly slipped when crossing the road. OH OH, that is not all, I was majestically labelled as the RED BULL GIRL. OMFG. And that IRRITATING KAMBING, please don't step being from ITE EAST, cos you're only a sec 4 BGSS-ian who have yet to graduate. HAHHAHAHAHHAHAA.

I think I badly need a haircut now cos the hungry lions are staring at my hair pretty enviously.


I miss the dinosaur.

Start the shooting, honey..


Handsome airplane.

OMG. I actually thrusted the tip of the blade from my penknife into my left hand's middle finger with an approximity of 0.3cm into the flesh of my finger. The entire finger bled like fuck and was bathed in crimson blood. I was momentarily stunned while running my finger under tap water, washing off the blood like washing off my sins. A whole horde of them. My sins. My blood.

And then you laughed.

I don't know whether it's just me or I really don't have the patience to handle guys with huge emotional baggage. Other than inevitably turning me off, I don't see a future (not married life) between him and me.

BVSS camp shall be blogged later, when I have all the time to myself. Meanwhile, I need to be swooned with sweet nothings.

SITI NUR HANISAH'S 17TH BIRTHDAY.

It was a total BLAST! Met up with Syed Mohd Qamal, Nurul Amira and Mohd Amiroool at Starbucks at 4.45pm then we signed the huge card and pasted the pictures and stuff before heading to Hannie's crib. But that was without Hannie's knowledge. Amira told Hannie that only Amira and I are coming to pick her up at her place and then go to somewhere else, but it was totally contrary to what Hannie thought.

The idiotic princess. I WANT THAT CROWN.

So at the 8th level of her home, the four of us gathered and texted Hannie a similar message by all four of us together, all at the same time. The last sentence sounded, "...There's a big parcel outside your door.." and we all rushed outside her door. And when Hannie saw us........

She went speechless.

So we were the 1st surprise. Came along the 2nd..

Taking out my card!

I'm happy like a motherfcuker.

Then we told her, "Hannie, we have another surprise for you. We are bringing you this guy to be introduced to you. He's hot, he's a mat biker, he always wears a cap, he'll be here any moment. Hannie was totally clueless!

And then, speak of the devil, HE ARRIVED.

THE CANADIAN PIZZA GUY!!!!

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA FOR HANNIE!!

Had the Hawaiian Classic and the much-loved BBQ Chicken Bonanza. MAKAN PEOPLE!

Hannie and her cute mum. Had to force her mum to take pic. HAHA.

Cutting the sinful indulgence.

Oh I menyebuk.

Before eating, we must berdoa.

Miss Princess taking her first bite of chocolate fudge cake.

The Reds.

Sayang kami.

Wheeheee.

HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY, BABY. (:

Can somebody please sing 'Girlfriend' by Justin Timberlake to me NOWWWWWWWWWWW?


My only one.

First impressions can kill.
So go and reduce your sins by getting to know the person, personally.

It was all so negative until I knew you.
And it was negative to you too until you knew me.

You know who you are.
(:

PASRAH.
I can't believe you actually let everything go just because of this slight change..
Why...

You let me down. You disappoint me. I can't control my emotions the moment you called me, I was only greeted by your sobs and hysterical cries on the other line. I'm sorry it affected you cos you're at school at the moment when you called me. All I wanted to know is why are you leaving me.....? I'm sorry I had to hang up, I was on the verge of breakdown, I don't want you to know that I'm crushed deep inside. I can't believe this is the end, because I don't want it to end.....

I can't accept this truth.. It's been so long since I cried like mad now.

I'll Light A Candle- Agnes Monica duet Keith Martin.

I'll light a candle, to say that you can hold.
Just to let you know.
That I've been waiting so long for you to hold me.
Tell me that you will stay.. stay with me forever.
I'll light a candle in the window.

Be with me..

Blue is me.
Maroon is that guy who can't stop bugging me.

MSN;

oh tuhan kembalikanlah hatinya.. tak ingin aku derita.. kalau pergi selamanya.. tak ingin aku hidup di dunia says:
what wrongs with u
oh tuhan kembalikanlah hatinya.. tak ingin aku derita.. kalau pergi selamanya.. tak ingin aku hidup di dunia says:
i felt dif bcoz i like u.. and u dont know how to react to it.. so nak kater kan i take it as reject.. than i mcm uncomfortable lah
Oº°‘Mª®|ÿåÑãh‘°ºO says:
seriously, i've made it clear to you tt i dont want anything more beyond friends between you and me. so pls respect my decision. and move on. i'm not the only fish in the sea.


Silly boy. Sadly most boys can't accept rejection. In the end they tend to be so fuckin emo and clings on to that girl which in return only agitates that girl and that girl will feel like killing him on the spot, which in this case, I'm that girl. So to that guy, grow up la knnccb.

SABBY! I FELL IN LOVE WITH VANILLA MILKSHAKE!! This is so rare. Is it just me or have bubble tea shops been selling vanilla ice blended/milkshake. Oh this is so ketinggalan zaman. I felt like I'm living in the era where policemen still go around wearing shorts.

I think I'm like doing reverse psychology. LIKE HELLO I WANT TO BE A PYSCHOLOGIST. Okay snap out of it. You don't understand what I am talking about? Oh don't worry, neither do I.

And eh TETEK and HANNIE, meet up soon kay. THINGS ARE NOT AS IT SEEMS OKAY BLABABLABLBLAA. What you see is not what you get. Okay yada yada.

Please kiss and make up?


So yet another day, another fight, you break down and cry and you swear that its over.

I can't believe it. It actually rekindled. I still felt the warmth.
(:


My eyes on you.

This is wayyy freaakyyyy.
Like, seriously.

I'M OVER THE MOON, I CAN PRACTICALLY FLY AROUND IT.


You and me, together.

Very emo-basket here. I have no reasons why.

So let's have one last kiss, one last touch, one last tender moment between us, one last dance to our first song..

WHILE PRETENDING THERE'S NOTHING WRONG

..Let's stay here for a while and, cherish every moment we're in denial. We both know it's better if we just let it go.

I put up Sis' blanket (again) on the curtain to darken my room (I love dark rooms) and then snuggle under my blanket with a good book and Toblerone (smiling really wide here). Blackie and Brownie the maha penyeboks came up and followed suit except that they don't read cos they have serious dyslexia (jk) and no chocolates cos scientifically, cats cannot consume chocolates cos it will cause a damage to their hearts and may eventually lead to death.

Now is Dad's turn to do a movie marathon. He rented Pirates of the Caribbean (so yesterday) and returned it and now watching Men In Black II. Okay wtf I am supposed to dominate the DVD player cos I've yet done with the remaining Indon movies but I think I'm gonna watch them tonight. ALL OF THE REMAINING ONES. BY HOOK OR BY CROOK.

Brownie has been meow-ing like it needs to mate and now it is staring intently at me with its big green eyes. I think I better run undercover now before that horny little pussycat pounce on me with its razor-blade claws.

On the other hand, I nearly got a heart attack when I was told about the full name, the minute the name was finally generated into my mind, at the spur of that moment, I was shaken with a feeling of uncertainty. It is just so coincidental.


No no, no no
Tell me how I got it wrong, no one could just come along, and nothing take you from me
No no, no no
Tell me I'm losing my mind, promise when you close your eyes, you're only dreaming of me.

Since the day I met you, I've been smiling my truest smile. I'm happy that I'm feeling happy.

I thank Him for putting an end to my complicated kemelut, as few days ago I finally saw the light to my never-ending dark hollow tunnel, I know the light means that every twinge of unhappiness is coming to an end. And it really did. Someone finally guided me out from my tunnel of misery.

Imagine life without Him. To Him I panjatkan doa and to Him I pray and to Him I pour out my innermost feelings after every prayer. Cos He knows exactly what's on my mind, He allocates me to the right path, He knows me more than anyone, and the upmost important thing, I love Him. Without Him I won't be possibly here.

I want to be a filial daughter to my parents, a filial friend to my friends esp these four soulmates of mine- Nurul Amira a.k.a Tetek, Siti Hanisah, Mohd Amiroool and Syed Mohd Qamal, and also, a most filial servant to Him. Amin.

Extracted from what I wrote in my foolscap paper a few days ago when I'm revising Physics;

We used to spend our nights just dreaming alone, I guess that those days are gone, and I've forever lost you, I never thought that you would hurt me like that, I guess there's no turning back.

So much for studying. This is so bodoh. I don't like it when I melencong to other thoughts when my primary intention is to study.


I just need one more night without the truth.

It was hilarious indeed when The Pussycat Doll's 'BEEP' came playing at my workplace, I was so excited and I got really high. Flashes of the videoclip taken at BabyFace featuring Ammjays, Nabilah and I came playing into my mind, the crazy dance steps we made while dancing to the song. And it was so funny, my mind was concentrating to the song and at the same time I was tending to a customer and due to my lack of concentration, I was fumbling with my words.

GOH AMMJAYS YOU ARE BEING MISSED BY ME YOU DICK.

It's a wonder on how people can spell my name incorrectly such as ;

1) Mariya
2) Mariyannah (MOST COMMON)
3) Mariyana

But the happiness comes when they did not forgot about the 'Y'.

On the other hand, WHAT WAS I THINKING, suddenly waking up at 3 am in the morning just to take a shower, put on fresh new pair of shorts and tee and then coo back to sleep!? Am I nuts or what!?

Anyway, the fire-starter a.k.a the tembak (pistol) for the gas cooker had run out, so I had temporarily use any forms of tool that gives out fire (i.e lighter or matches) while waiting for Mom to get a new fire-starter. Being a lighter virgin that I am, I don't even know how to light a stupid lighter (or is it just me) so I was fumbling with the lighter, having this huge fear in me that the lighter's gonna set my thumb ablaze and then having mental pictures of my thumb-less right hand and then answer kaypoh people's question with, "Oh, I tried to light a lighter and that dumb thing set my thumb on fire so now I've lost one of my thumbs." I had to interrupt Sis during her emo-sessions to help me light the lighter and when she couldn't do it either, I searched the cupboard for matches, and realising that I don't even know how to light up a match, Sis did it for me. And after a few seconds of awe on watching her light up that creative innovation (it's science, you half-wit) I decided to light my first one on my own. And I came up with a thesis.

LIGHTING UP A MATCH CAN BE VERY ADDICTIVE.

I can spend all my time lighting up every match in the box without getting bored. So today I satisfied my addiction by lighting up another match, and I vowed to myself, it will be my LAST. Cos I lit it up the wrong way and ended up inhaling 99.999% of the smoke which landed me into a minor suffocation and the smell caused a few minutes of light-headedness for me. And I worried myself about contracting lung disease due to excessive inhalation of smoke and so I threw the matches away.

SO that's it.

And, of many things I'm good at, my specialty never lies in fixing a broken heart, no matter how many times I've tried.


Nicholas Saputra?

Sis is such a bad shit at emo-ing. Like, totally emo. Rabak one. I enjoy seeing her emo-ing cos it's freaking hilarious when she whined and moaned and cried. But when he called, she went all topsy-turvy all over again. I swear she's not okay. Like me.

It has been 2 days since I've not been thinking straight (though I always, but this one is amat ketara) and did some popular-ly most impulsive decisions. Such as, kicking this hot guy's ass, smearing mayonnaise all over my manager's face- ah scratch that, I was just kidding. On a serious note, I think I need a time off- a break from the fact world. Not that I'm not going to be in touch with reality anymore (read: schizophrenic), but things seem to turn out the wrong way today, as in now. I felt the need to impart various forms of discipline on myself, but somehow the intention got lost into the wrong path.

Ugh. SO not the drama. Something that I will never understand.

I fell down from the bus yesterday. Okeh a bit of exaggeration there, let me just say I tripped down but didn't really fall but it looked like I fell, oh whatever. Let me assure you again, it's so unglam. Like when Sis caught my cartoon underwear peeking out from my loosely-waisted pants and then tagged about it at my tagboard, but that was just a minor. This one involved public appearance, okeh.

I feel like owning a pair of dunks oh this is so random.

As for now, I hope you're there this evening or tonight or whenever as long as it's today.

*NOTE; Don't ever agitate my dear Tetek. She can get pretty ugly once she's angry. Relax la Tetek. Want choc ice cream?


I'm slipping off the edge
I'm hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again

My philosophy is that not only are you responsible for your life, but doing the best at this moment puts you in the best place for the next moment.


My baby chocolates.

At 10.30pm sharp I feel so emo-nic so I risked my life by turning on the sad songs, and as expected, I cried. EMO babi la.

Dahla don't emo anymore. My friend don't like.

Tomorrow I'm going down to the office. I have mixed feelings about it, frankly speaking. Especially when it involves working together with, let's just name him Boy X. So I don't really favour Boy X these days. Not really an account of favouritism here, but just something that recently happened caused a drastic change of my impression towards him. And it's negative.

Right now, I'm feeling light. It's like a huge burden lifted off my shoulders now.


One McHot-Rider please PERMANENTLY OUT OF STOCK.

I'm over-elated. Today was an exceptionally great day. I was *ahem ahem* praised many times in one day *ahem ahem* by my manager. KEMBANG KUNCUP. If I were to type down the exact words of the compliments, I think it's too much la right. Anyway those compliments are showered down on me cos I was extra jovial today and I greeted almost everyone in a youthful tone and those compliments drove me high so I was extra high and thus, extra happy and in addition, extra crazy. It was really addictive. I swore those compliments drove me harder and also another source of motivation for me. I like. Takleh kene makan puji sia.

Eh babi tomorrow working at 2pm. Now I SHOULD BE RECHARGING and not BLOGGING.

I swear this guy at my workplace is one goddamn irritating knnccb bastard sia. Let me extract an evidence.

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

u

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

i dah broke up tau

My rider. says:

oh.

My rider. says:

y

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

haizz.. caught with another guy.. beh dia tipu i banyak

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

haizz

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

looks like we are in the same boat

My rider. says:

in like, 2 weeks?

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

yup

My rider. says:

omg

My rider. says:

horrible sia

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

thats why

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

cian eh i

My rider. says:

move on wit life.

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

u

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

iler kiter leh meet

My rider. says:

i donno.

My rider. says:

depends on which day i come down to the office arh

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

lah

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

setakat gitu je

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

no outing fer both of us

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

u

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

muackzz

My rider. says:

err.

My rider. says:

okay thanks.

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

i miss ur cheeks

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

feel like pinching them

soo glad to have u back in my life adeqkuz fizah miz ya soo much says:

hmm.. u leh call i

My rider. says:

erh. no.

Irritating fucker sia. I mean like, hello? Just because you broke up with her very recently, doesn't give you the excuse to go and find a new replacement like hello, I'm not fuckin interested getting far beyond friendship with you lor like hello, I don't think you're even my type lar knnccb so please, let's just be friends okay babi.

Bimbo.

Kak Wati gerek sia. She's 20 but she can make a good 17-year-old's best friend. Like, totally. Just now she laid her hands around my waist and I was like, "Ape kene ni?" (What's up?) and she went, "Ah takla. Nak jadi lesbian skejap." (Ah no la, want to be a lesbian for a while.) Kekek sia this girl. Then in the bus otw home she asked, "You're 17 this year eh?" And I was like, "Ya." She punched her fist and went, "Ah macam sial la. I thought want to ajak you go clubbing with Kak Nura. But must be 18. Macam sial." I laughed like mad cos the way she said it was so funny. And at work she kept making jokes with me though it was in the middle of tension between her and the clients. She's just goddamn funny and happy-go-lucky. At least another factor to look forward to work.

And today, a guy from D.I.Y store came over to top up plain water which is like, quite an extraordinary thing cos obviously at his store there should be a jug of water, and why must he come all the way here to refill his bottle, and then suddenly my colleague came to me and asked,

"Eh that D.I.Y guy ask you got boyfriend or not?"
"Eh sial la. Why?"
"Donno he."

So I was like, wtf. And then the D.I.Y guy said,

"My guy friend want to ask for your number ar."
"Who sia. I don't even know your friend or even you."
"My friend la. Work at D.I.Y there. Don't tell him that I tell you okay."
"Knn. Sorry ar, not interested. I don't talk to strangers."

Classic sia. I remember what Mom told me that time okay. "DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS."


One McHot-Rider, please.