Sincerely, from the bottom of my pancreas.

Kakak, kakak ada rumah tak?

2009-04-16T22:01:00.013+08:00

That was the question that caught me off guard. That was the question asked to me and my friends by one of the children at Rumah Nur Salam of Chow Kit, Kuala Lumpur. These kids are not orphans, they have their own set of parents and even siblings. Their parents send them off to Rumah Nur Salam early in the morning, or maybe late at night (depending on their shifts) and pick them up as usual when they get off work.

BUT,
what makes these kids different from other kids on the street or in your neighbourhood is that their parents don't have the usual, ordinary day-to-day job like our parents do. It's because these kids, their parents, are the victims of poverty (or maybe debt) in the city of Kuala Lumpur. Their parents are merely sex-workers, drug pushers - try naming a few other related jobs in the field, I'm pretty sure their parents would end up on the list. And this isn't me quoting ... It was directly quoted by the man himself who takes care of the welfare of the children who were sent to Rumah Nur Salam.

I can't say the name, due to security reasons, and my friends and I have already signed an agreement letter not to leak anything that may invite consequences. But if you head down to Rumah Nur Salam, you'd be able to find kids as young as 4 years old to 14 years old. They're well trained in manners, they greet you, they hug you, they even kiss your hands upon greeting the adults. And it just crushes my heart seeing them going through what they have to back with their families. Worst still, these kids, they know what their parents work as. Don't mind the young ones, even one day they're bound to know the truth. But what about the grown ups?
Imagine them having to go through every-single-day-back-and-fourth to school, meeting friends and teachers who actually know their background?

I'm not saying that their parents are to blame, NO. I'm 150% sure that the parents themselves don't want to be in the position they are or taking the job they have to. But what are they to do??
It keeps the food on the table for their children.

If it wasn't because of our assignment project, I doubt my friends and I would have gone to Rumah Nur Salam. Frankly, we didn't quite know the existence of this place as well. Sure, we've heard orphanage houses, old folks home, but never thought of a place such as Rumah Nur Salam.
Thanks to Pak Bol and his subject, Law & Society, me and my friends were asked to go and do surveys and participate in community services. And that was when we stumbled across Rumah Nur Salam.

During our visit, along the walls of Rumah Nur Salam, there were graffiti drawn by the children themselves, expressing their feelings and what they feel about their family. One painting of a boy named F***i caught my attention. He drew a picture of himself, looking sad sitting on the ground, his hands supporting his chin. Next to his picture was a cloud of thoughts where he wrote: "I was kidnapped for 3 days, but thank God I wasn't hurt by the kidnappers!" I couldn't describe the feeling I had the moment I saw the drawing. It was as if multiple feelings gushed through and for a moment there I thought I won't be able to do this interview, I won't be able to sit and have fun with these kids, cause I don't know how to even initiate conversations with them!

But at the end of the day, everything went well. The entire team went there to meet the children, to conduct the interview with NO proper planning I tell you. Yes, we drafted a few things, highlighted a few issues that needed to be addressed but boy, we weren't prepared for the bonding session.

The moment we entered the top floor (after the interview with the man who takes care of the children) into a room filled with kids laughing, running around, crying, looking tired yet psyched, instantly I saw smiles carved onto each and every one of my friends faces. I'm not sure they were smiling because of the cuteness and innocence of those children or because how relieved they felt for seeing these kids didn't have any sort of abusive marks on their bodies.
For me, it was both.

They started whipsering to one another, looking up at us, giggling away, acting shy and coy when we call their names. Then Daddy, (that's what the children calls the man) told them that they will be having special guests all the way from MMU, Melaka to spend some time with them playing games of all sorts and yadda yadda yadda. That was when the children started asking what is MMU, what course are we taking, why were we there ... It was quite a handful of questions, but I'll get to that later.

We played all sorts of games, starting with forming a group, coming up with a name and cheer for the group and surprisingly, these children came up with the group names and cheers themselves! All we did was facilitate and guided them. They had natural talents already. *wink* And they were as cool as a cucumber, introducing themselves with slight confidence with a firm handshake and big smile (even if they're 10!)

We spent about 2 hours there, playing and goofing, camwhoring - we didn't even realise time was almost up! (parents would start picking up their children soon) We had final goodbyes, took some mooooore photos and Q&A session began.

THAT
was when one boy, no older than 12 asked me and my friends "kakak, kakak ada rumah tak?" with the most innocent and honest face and tone I've ever seen and heard. We were taken aback. We looked at each other, not knowing what to answer. But most of all, I think we were all more shocked than wondering what to answer. In my mind these questions repeated over and over again: "WHY WOULD THIS KID ASK THAT KIND OF QUESTION OF ALL THE QUESTIONS HE COULD'VE ASKED IN THE WORLD?", "HOW DID IT EVEN OCCUR TO HIM TO ASK US WHETHER OR NOT WE HAD HOUSES?", "WHAT HAS THIS KID GONE THROUGH BACK HOME?"

Then, another kid asked "kenapa kakak dengan abang pakai lawa-lawa?" We honestly did not know how or what to answer ... Thank you to Daddy who stepped in by saying if we, the "brothers and sisters" did not wear nicely, then the kids won't want to play with us. Apparently that answer was satisfying enough for the children and they started to nod and giggled discretely.

All we could do was, smile ... What was there to answer?

Towards the end, we handed over some gifts to the children and Daddy for their support and time spent with us.

We left Rumah Nur Salam of Chow Kit that evening with different, mixed up feelings in each and every one of us. Regardless of how tired and exhausted we were, everyone was looking forward to going back to Melaka and submit the greatest assignment and story of the trimester, but one thing remained the same; the lives of those children in Rumah Nur Salam.
They will still be there. They will still be the same good old kids, just different visitors each day ...

DramaFest 2009! Law students continue the legacy!

2009-04-16T15:29:00.007+08:00

So, DramaFest 2009 ended few nights ago, on the 14th of April 2009. To top it off, we, LAW students from PL03 merged as the champion!!! I'm so damn proud of each and every one of you, (although technically, I'm from PL01) you guys worked hard (played even harder) and you, PL03 deserved to be the CHAMPION! Congrats to all of you! It was a night to be remembered. Regardless off how messed up the props were, (we, the propmasters practically tore off -compleeetteeely accidentally- tore off the background which was painted for hours by our ever-hardworking Bull Family) whoops! Our bad?

The judges were completely mesmerised I would say, from the corner of the stage, behind the curtains, and in between changing the scenes on stage, I managed to cathc glimpses of the audience and judges. They were happy. They were entertained. Thy were smiiiilingg from ear to ear! And THAT, was definitely a good sign for the Bull Family of PL03!!

Ogay, Llt me name the casts of the Bull Family of PL03.

Director - Alicia Tan. (who brought her parents all the way from Muar just to witness the drama she directed and WON FIRST PRIZE IN THE DRAMAFEST 2009! Thanks for coming uncle, aunty!)

Narrator/Langsat the Michael Jackson Bull - Gabriel. Now, it's not always you can get your hands on a bull who can do an AWESOME Michael Jackson suave moves. Gabriel impressed the judges and even me ever since the first time I saw the dance. Lol. And as the narrator, his voice definitely charmed the crowd. His deeeeeeep, alluring voice, whom Madam Selvarani said was rather attractive captured the attention of Main Hall of MMU on Tuesday night.

Jusohlina/Chalet the Retarded Bull - Yael Khailan. Granted THE BEST ACTRESS OF DRAMAFEST 2009, this girl has it all! She deserved every single title she was named, much thanks to the ever annoying-irritating-cute act she managed to pull on stage. Being the daughter of the retired puh-lih-ti-cian (just the way Madam Selvarani likes us to pronounce it) Yael wowed the crowd - and fans ;) and judges and people behind the stage! I swear I could hear people giggling from behind the stage hearing and seeing how annoying she was as a cute bull and small girl. I don't think anyone could ever pull what this girl did on DramaFest. ;)

Mamat/Retired politicia-cum-Bullfighter - Dinish Nair. Now THIS guy OHHHH MAIIII GODDDDD is probably the biggest trouble maker of the entire cast! I believe if Alicia could actually strangle and kill him over and over again, she WOULD HAVE. Yes, he is a good actor. He won BEST ACTOR OF DRAMAFEST 2009. Yeay to Dinish! Despite being a pain in the butt, Dinish is undeniably able to get his way through things and has his own way to escape from the scoldings of his other co-stars. LMAO. (I loooooooveddddd the way he covered up his lines on stage, during the ACTUAL drama performance after seeing the background that was torn off hideously! Hahaha!)

Dinish: Why is our house succchhh a MESS!!?? - Priceless!

Minah/The Unfaithful Wife of Mamat - Melissa. Now this girl, I saw her the first time at CLC Councourse the first night I came for the drama practice. At first when I saw her, I thought she was having a bad day. Storming through the pathway to CLC Councourse, searching frantically for her pencil case and books, I also thought I can't fool around with these people in the team because they all looked darn serious! (except Dinish)
But boy, was I wrong wrong wrrrronnngggg!!
These people are what we call good people who know how to have a good helluva time who constantly bring good food for a late evening picnic after praticing drama!!

(You see, I wasn't the original cast or crew of the Bull Family. Bull Family was from group PL03 and I was from PL01. However, upon entering the prelimenary rounds, the Bull Family needed extra members and offered me a spot on their team. I'm the luckiest Law student of the entire 4 groups!! Thanks soooo much guys for giving me the chance to be part of your team!)

Pak Isa the Evil - Jyh Ling. I would say, among all, Jyh Ling was the fastest and the first few I got close real easily with among the Bull Family. She's really sweet. A total contradiction to her character in the drama, an evil Pak Isa who constantly wins victory with her bull (Gabriel) through bribing. Personally, the thing that made me and Jyh connected quick was her sense of humor. We would make fun of Dinish and laugh out loud, not to mention we kinda have the same taste in music. I still remember the late nights practice in CLC, until the guards actually had to switch off the lights to shooh us all back to our respected Ixora and hostel. I would tell Jyh to download these songs and she would tell me to download her songs. And things just went smooth sailing since then.

Lazim the Brother of Mamat - Aloysius Ng. This fellow uhhhh. HAHA. He's the joker of the group. He's always, always laughing and smiling and coming up with lame jokes or pranks. He really keeps the team mates smiling. Basically, when Aloy's around, all you'll have is fun fun fun! He's also the retarded yet naive brother of Mamat (played by Dinish) who loved his retarded bull (played by Yael) so much. I think Aloy and Lazim won't have much of a difference in real life. They're both just as funny and adorable!

The Chief - Gerald. Gerald played the chief who was bribed by Pak Isa each time for bullfights. Well, at a glance, I never expected Gerald to be such a good actor! For crying out loud, he WON the BEST SUPPORTING ACTOR!! He beat a handful of other actors and actresses from other groups! He may seem small, but never underestimate his acting talent!
With his trademark, (the fringe/hair flip) hr won the judges heart by being the affair of a married woman. Ohh cute little Gerald! You should've seen Gerald dancing to the traditional Thai opening dance ceremony. He did it with pride, people! And he was gooood!

CONGRATULATIONS TO PL03 FOR WINNING 2009'S DRAMAFEST!!
THE LAW STUDENTS CONTINUE THE LEGACY! Ever since 2006, we've been bagging in awards and the ILMU trophy. Let's hope 2010's batch of Law students make us proud, yet again!!!

When things aren't what they seem.

2009-03-21T00:34:00.002+08:00

I may have offended someone I love and care dearly. I may have also took that person for granted. And I would do just about anything to make it up to that person. To the person whom it may concern, I just want to say I'm really sorry. I never meant for this to happen. And I don't intend for it too happen. But we both know for the fact that our lives are revolved around things which are bigger than just us. I know it may be hard to make things back to normal. And I do know that the feeling is not what it used to be. You said it isn't mutual anymore. You said things changed too much. The environment has much and deeply affected us. But I swear upon my name, I don't want this to happen. If only time was reversible ... I really hope we all can be rational. It's not an easy task and I'm aware of it. We may have different thoughts and feelings now - after all this - but don't let go of our past. I'm not asking you to hold on to it, I'm begging you. Don't you dare to forget the days when our lives were a bed of roses, when nothing else in the world mattered. We all can make it work. Our lives can go back to the way it was before ... Long before it was interfered by unwanted obstacles.

Did it ever occur to you that perhaps all this shit that's tumbling upon us is a mere test just to prove and show our patience?
Did it ever occur to you that the more it's hurting you, the more guilty I feel? The more selfish I feel? For not letting you go ... Because at the end of the day, you'll be asking for forgiveness EVEN when you know it's not your fault.

You'll be saying things I want to hear. Things which are supposed to come out from my own mouth. But no, you stopped me from saying those words long before I had the chance to. And the moment we begin to pretend to forget about the whole issue, I feel suffocated, nausea, guilty!!
There are too many wonders you brought into my life. But somehow, I feel I never appreciated you the way I should have. And if you're reading this, please don't say it's not my fault. Please don't say you love me just the way I am. It's not fair to you. For giving in each time ...

I'm constantly showered with overwhelming love and support from you and you're a gift from God. I should be more thankful. I should be more grateful. I was given the chance to have you in my life. To have you as part of me.
I feel I needed to let you go. Because by keeping you to myself and holding you back, I feel I'm the biggest jerk and the most self-centered person on earth.

Cause sincerely from the bottom of my heart, you deserve someone better.
Someone much much better.
Who will be able to return as much love you have been giving me.

I love you.

And nothing in this universe will be able to take that part of me that belongs to you, just you ...

Seriously, I can't stop grinning. :D

2009-03-20T11:03:00.002+08:00

I just finished my one and only midterm paper; Computer Applications. Oh it was pretty good. I'd say it was definitely better than the first time I took the paper back in Sem 1. Lol. Actually, truth be told, when you're used to reading the same old crap each time, the crap will eventually stay in your head. Just the fact that, it's CRAP. Not something useful. Mind me, I'm not an avid reader of Computer Applications textbook. Yes, I love technology and the latest lappies in the market, and I do wish to get the latest version of Sony VAIO, but I most certainly DO NOT like the reading bit of technology. Still whatever it is, I'm truly glad that midterm is over. I could just go back to sleep right now, but then since I have too much looooobe for the Internet and technology, I decided not to.

Anyway, midterm break officially starts today for MMU. But of course, my beloved classmates, Wawa, Elle, Helmy headed back to KL much mucho earlier. And I was left alone in Ixora, MELAKA! all helpless, just me and my roommate, trying too hard for midterms but we ended up talking about cultural differences (wtf!?), reaching out to each other each time boredom strikes while listening to the echoes of our own voice in the middle of the night ... That was last night's agenda at A-09-03. Sad isn't it? Usually we would have several cooking sessions conducted by our Head Chef, Maryam Khalizan, followed by our Sou' Chef (howeveryouspellit) Hassena and followed by me; the food tester also known as The Judge. Usually the food finishes even before we could actually sit down and have a nice dinner. And that's NOT on my account, folks! Lol.

So yesterday I had 2 presentations - Politics & Governance and Islamic Legal History - and 2 assignments handed in. Phew! 4 killer tasks done in a day! Hooooraray to Me, Helmy, Wawa, Elle, Me, Encik Bibir, Jazmine and Papa!! Both presentations went quite smoothly. For Islamic, we got a pretty controversial topic - adultery- which perked up the interest of most our classmates. One classmate even requested a demonstration of adultery as she didn't understood the technical term. LOL. That was when my fellow groupmate turned tomato red when he was asked to demonstrate. Class bursted in laughter. Ustad Fahim laughed along. Oh well, not that he didn't enjoy the commotion. He was even more psyched than we were!

For Politics and Governance, I was late as usual and was sweating under the pits and tummy area when I reached ACR. Ewww, yes I KNOW. I was the victim for crying out loud!
As we all know, I've always had issues concerning heels, Ixora, ACR. To me the combination just spells out DISASTER. The rocky pathway and the ultimate distance added with complete burning sensation made things even worse. Ohh and did I mention? The elevator in ACR was jammed with lecturers and students with multiple types of eau de parfumes with NO air ventilation and the speed of a baby snail just to get to Level 1!
But everything felt right when Madam announced the few names of rather outstanding presenters. LOL. One of them is yours truly. HAHA. =p

I'm feeling pretty happy these past few days and as the headline goes, I can't stop grinning!! But I'm scared ... I'm scared I'll fall apart. I've always believed in one fact when I was growing up. Too much laughing will lead to teardrops. Too much happiness will lead to sorrow.
Therefore I don't want to go overbaord because I'm not ready for the happiness to be taken away. Nope, I'm not. I love where I am right now ...

Best I Ever Had. =)

2009-03-09T15:44:00.002+08:00

It's been an exact month since I wrote my final entry. Guess final trimester has finally kept me busy. (it's cause i was playing too much for two trimesters) It was pretty relaxed and laidback for the first few weeks. But now, everything's jammed up. Truth be told, I almost gave up. I told daddo I couldn't cope it. I don't think Law is meant to be. But daddo was cool and helped me out. Thanks daddo. I love you. =)

Things as usual, are hectic in Ixora, but not for this weekend. Most of the residents are away in their hometown because today's a holiday. Unfortunately for me, I'm in Melaka still, all thanks to the drama presentation on Tuesday. My group and I didn't really feel the pressure until 12 PM today. Mainhall was packed with students from Management and Law, rehearsing their lines and acts. It was a nice atmosphere, though we started to have cold feet!

The weather in Melaka hasn't been behaving well since January. Friends and friends of friends and yours truly have been pretty sick often lately.
The weather routine is usually like this;
Early morning; cloudy and sunny.
Afternoon; drop dead blazing hot!
Evening; heavy rain with thunders.
Late evening; well it depends really ... sometimes it's windy and cool, otherwise it'll just be sticky, hot and the wind is somehow a standstill!! =(

The cause to misery!

I'm adding more songs to my playlist as I write. Yeay me! I'm updated with new songs, thanks to Moory! Haha. Well apparently we have tonnes in common, especially in music. He's a mean sarcastic guy, but he's alright! We keep the conversation going with mutual mockings and sarcasm remarks. Lol.

Anyways, just a song reccomendation here. If you get the chance to download Avenged Sevenfold's album, try to catch Dear God. It's pretty much an old song from this group, but it has never failed to get me each time I blast their song on the stereo. Lol.

Anyways, it's already 4 PM. I should get some sleep and memorise my lines. Tongiht at 8, drama practice again. I'm getting more and moooore excited! Hahaha.

Afghan. Afgan. Afghanistan.

2009-02-06T02:55:00.002+08:00

Yes, I am aware of the title of today's entry. No, it's not Afghanistan I'm referring to. Afghan is actually the name of the Indonesian singer who managed to engrave his song deep into my heart. I'm am playing his song repeatedly on my Lappie the Vegetated Laptop. I don't usually listen to Malay or Indonesian songs, only on certain occassions I do. And I am hardly ever impressed by their songs. I don't have anything against Malay or Indonesian songs, but as the saying goes, it's not my cuppa tea! But once I get hooked up on a particular Malay or Indonesian song, it means it's one helluva song. Why? Cause I say so. Lol.

So the lyrics goes,
"Terima kasih Cinta ...
Untuk segalanya
Kau berikan lagi
Kesempatan itu ...
Tak akan terulang lagi,
Semua ...
Kesalahan ku.
Yang pernah menyakiti mu ..."

Now, I know it sounds corny as ever, but I am a corny person! Yes, I've been told! So deal with it humans. I think the song would sound slightly better if we were to translate it to English. But, the point is rather deep here. Not that I've actually hurt someone (I hope so!) like this doode who allegedly/supposedly hurt his girlfriend (or boyfriend) but with the melody catching my ear the first moment I listened to this song in Abe's car til now, it's hard to say this song sucks big time. Kudos to the lyrics and melody!

Anyways, I just got back from Jetty with Myra and Intan; Diba's housemate. Today's Boy's birthday. Happy Birthday Boy!! :D You're officially 18 eh? Finally, no more the 17 year old school boy eh? Lol. Anyways, hope you enjoyed the celebration with Diba beloved. It was as if you both we were meant to be together! You both were so sweet and Diba looked uber cute in that summer dress! I can go on and on about them two, but I think it shouldn't be neccessary. Lol.

The timing was a bit behind schedule, but we managed to get through it together! The Secret Recipe cake was safely placed in Intan's car. And by 11.45 PM, the three of us - Intan, Diba and I - sped to Jetty. Intan was awesome last night. Goodness gracious! For a petite female driver who drives a Manual Iswara with no power stering, she's pretty smooth! I drove Intan's car for a bit, and it died. Oh well ...

Anyways, when we got to Jetty, we ordered ourselves a Sea Coconut slushie (it was goooood!) and Sour Soup juice. Diba was pretty anxious as she was scared Boy would be furious for disappearing the whole day; not to mention, her initial plan for Boy's celebration was canceled! It was due to some personal problems apparently. I shall not enclose the reasons here. But to concerned ones and to all readers out there, just a word of advice; it seems you never know who your real friends are til they take off their masks. No offence. Not condemning. I'm just revealing the ugly truth.

Last but not least, I wish the both of you the best of times honayh(s)!
xoxo.

Numb. Nada.

2009-02-04T13:57:00.003+08:00

Classes are over! Joy! ... Not quite. I've got another slot at four. This is so tiring. Back and fourth from Ixora to campus is one thing. But to have classes canceled without any notification is even worse! What is wrong with these lecturers? Do they not know how to use the *MMLS?
*(MMLS is a direct link from MMU's website for both students and lecturers use to update notifications and view announcements.) There! Even the definition of MMLS speaks for itself!
Now now, I know how some lecturers are IT illiterate, (I mean I'm not much of an in-depth knowledge-IT-literate-crap sort of person except for Facebook, Myspace and Blogspot) but that doesn't mean they could just torture the students from waking up 7 AM in the morning, having to go through the bitter cold water of Ixora's shower head to having them walk all the bloody way to the FOSEE ACR building. Now that's not just torturing. That is also plain meaaaann.

For crying out loud, how difficult could it be to post up an announcement, a simple announcement saying class is postponed or canceled? The reason I'm rambling much about this issue is because this thing has been going on since the FIRST Trimester. Hmmph!
So much for a multimedia university, eh?

Much love,
Hanna.

Trimester 3. MMU. Ixora Apartment.

2009-02-04T00:22:00.004+08:00

I've been meaning to post up the pigtures for the blog. But I never got the time to. For 16 posts already, not a single pigture being uploaded is sad. To add the misery, my Lappie the Vegetated Laptop is getting useless day by day. It's only a matter of time now before I shall send it to be reformatted. (reborn) Stoopid, you schtoooopid laptop.

Anyhoo, as I type, the clock strikes 12.30 AM, which is already a Wednesaday in the first week of February. My sister's birthday is today!! Happy Birthday Farah my dear Sister. You're 13 offcially and I hope you won't be given the chance for a grand Super Sweet 13! Sheesh. By all means, I love you sistah! May God bless and have a good life ahead of you. Don't do the silly mistakes I've done, live your life to the fullest and you'll be leading a good life before you know it. =)

Friends oh Friends.

2009-01-30T02:27:00.004+08:00

I miss these people. So much...

Azureen Sofia
Safeenaz Othman
Qistina Tajuddin
Hazwani Hussain
Syuhada Zakaria
Shuhada Azlan Johan
Yael Khailan Hj Hussain
Adibah Anuar
M
Nana
Camelya Hussaini
Jasmine
Vanessa
Mishand Balu
Dinish Nair
Milla
Najwa Aqilah
Jazmine Iskandar
Shima
Ellina Jefri
Sheikh Zulhelmi

These people were named randomly.

Ixora; Home Sweet Home?

2009-01-30T01:54:00.005+08:00

Saturday I'll be heading back to Melaka. It's not Melaka I'm looking forward to, neither the classes. But actually, it's Ixora that's making me jumpy. I'm excited to go back to my bed, I'm excited to go back to my beloved hall where I've spent both sleepless and forever-sleeping and gloating in dirt nights. But most of all, I'm excited because I just bought a whole bunch of stuff from Ikea and I can't wait to start filling my room with them. Not to mention, Mommah has been kind enough to sew new black, yes black curtains for my room. YAY MOMMAH! You see folks, due to my luck, I've gotten the smallest room, not to mention, full with windows. I'm not complaining, I make my my own bed. But ... We're talking about four bloody window panels where each panel is about two feet. Which makes 4 window panels eight feet. I just did the calculation with Mommah in Nagoya, Carrefour. Oh, I chose the thickest and darkest tone for a curtain I could find. Hah! Take thaaaaaaaat you selfish sunlight!
Anyways, back to the calculation. Do you know how much sunlight is able to penetrate through those fugly curtains of Ixora? Erghlack. And did I tell you my room has the most number of windows the height of Shue who is about 1.67 metres tall? Yup. Oh, such a kiljoy room.

So basically, it's the room and the extreme makeover that I'm looking forward to so much!
Well. There is something else. But I'll let my fingers slip on this one.
I'll give the honor to your imagination to work it out.
And no, it's not what you think, Qis!
Ohhh I know what you're thinking of. Heh. Sheesh.

Excitement; Extraordinaire.

2009-01-30T01:31:00.003+08:00

Everything felt right when the clock striked almost 11 PM. I was overjoyed when Heart's Delight came into my world. HAHA. Literally. Well. I shall now use Heart's Delight to refer the person I am currently and madly infatuated with. Lol. Not that it's something so sudden, but the feeling, it makes me feel ... it makes me feel as if i want to sneeze, while holding a cup of coffee.
I'm scared to sneeze because I might spill the coffee, but at the same time I need to sneeze, or else it's gonna itch my nose. God. I feel so gay. What the heck am I talking about. But I hope you get the picture. Come on, it's not like you forgot how it felt like when you fell head over heels the first time ... over and over again? Lol.

French Fettish.

2009-01-27T21:38:00.002+08:00

I am currently listening to Yann Teirsen's "Comptine d'un Autre T". Although I have no idea of how to pronounce either the title nor the composer. French words are such tougue twisters. But ver ver sexy!
And try Bella's Lullaby. Yes, yes. It is a soundtrack from the overrated movie where the entire movie was inspired from a dream - Twilight.
As much disgust and criticism I've voiced out, the particular song is somehow constantly serenading my mind.
Enough with songs already.

Holiday shall end officially on Friday. Twat. There are still so many things to do. I haven't been to Ikea to find the perfect curtains that shall match my new room in Ixora - M and I have agreed to paint the room. Regardless the contract we have agreed to. Regardless of being Law students who by right should understand and abide fully to the rules and regulations of the contract. Oh well, after all, just like Sir Hasbol said "if lawyers don't break the rules, then who will?" Lol. That was priceless. The entire class bursted into laughter. Sir Hasbol seems to be less nerdy last semester. Let's hope he continues the same way in 3rd semester.

Ohh, M and I have both agreed on the colour of our new bedroom - "Greenish-Gray Shit"
We don't exactly have the knowledge of knowing the exact name of the colour. But M and I seem to have the same imagination of the colour we both wanted.

Note to M: I still doubt Nippon and Deluxe have "Greenish-Gray Shit" listed in their colour pallet, M. It just doesn't seem right.

I haven't been blogging for a while since I came back to Subang. The Internet connection in Subang sucks big time. I think Streamyx is just not meant to be for Subang Jaya people.
One night after another there will be personal messages posted on msn or ym by Subang people specifically; expressing how much hatred they have for Streamyx.
I don't blame them, really.

Few nights ago I had sushi for dinner. It's been a long time since I had sushi. Everything in the world felt right when I had my first bite of Ebi Tenpura. It got better when Wasabi made me cry, literally.
I went to MPH and got my second Mark Gimenez novel, The Abduction. Mark is so good at writing novels with hot lawyers in it. The plot builds up beautifully. Although I'm more passionate about his first novel; The Color of Law. Lol. John Grisham and Mark Gimenez were both lawyers who have decided to quit and become authors instead. God bless them.

ze horreur!

2009-01-06T09:10:00.002+08:00

It's 9AM and I'm still awake since the last time I woke up - at 4.35AM. My first paper for 2nd trimester finals at MMU will be tomorrow, at 2.30PM. And honestly, I am still lazying around to guts. I have no intention of studying, God knows why. I am addicted to Facebook and Kenny G. That damn saxaphone is haunting me! Not Kenny's weird hair..
Shue is sleeping soundly behind me. We took turns sleeping I come to conclude.
When I sleep, she'll stay awake. When she sleeps, I'll be the guard of the house.
Shue has her paper today at 2PM. All the best sayang!
As for me, I made a covenant with Yael that I shall struggle for 3 more days only and befriends with the rest of the owls of Ixora while adding more eyebags - not that I don't have enough already.
Last night was spent at Shue's house after tapau-ing my dinner from the Exam Hall near Law Library. The food there is superb! Because I said so. I love the Pide. Ohh, God knows how to pronounce it. M, me and Shue had a debate last morning how to pronounce it. That's usually how we start the morn - afternoon.
A random conversation of random things. M decided to go with Pi-deh while I decided to go with Pipe! and Shue took a stand by pronouncing it as Paide. Lol. What an energy booster for a wondrous afternoon we just woke up from.
The first thing M and Shue did after waking me up from the glorious sleep I was in, was trying to get me a hard-on. Very helpful guys. Not. Apparently, my n*****s are different from any other n*****s in A-09-03. I don't know what it means. But I hope it's a good thing. Heeeeeeeee.
Nana came into the room in her towel saying "It's too early to see Fanna's pointy p***t.
Oh gosh. I should consider a n***** make-over?

So back at Shue house, as usual, the study period got dragged by couple of hours... Okay fine. Make that four hours. Maybe a little bit more? Because I recalled studying, literally studying starting 1.30AM. That was, after establishing a sacred covenant with Yael, as I said earlier. (And I'm still sticking to the covenant, sayang! This is just a time off. Hee!)
Yael's been studying real hard. She's the best Pre-Law student! And having her to guide me is something I really appreciate. I could get used to it. Lol. I could even - never mind.
We'll stick to study-blog-study-eat-blog-study. Gosh. Why does study have to be the last thing on my mind??!

Finally I met Diba at the foodcourt with Boy for lunch yesterday. Haven't actually had lunch with Diba for quite a long time. Everybody seems to be smothered in their own schedules and books. The joys of final exams. I'm starting to miss everyone.
Camey is always in her room nowadays, after the glory room make-over she and Jas did. The room seems fantabulous (as quoted by Tyra Banks) though I only had the preview of the room through Jas's cell phone. But they did a great job! With the coffee table in the centre of the room, it looks more welcoming now.

Dinish and Shand have been spending their time at Ganesh's house. Studying at Ganesh's is more productive than studying at Ixora. Lol. I don't blame them. With wireless Internet to boot, cigarettes of desire, and the ever lasting friends who are always welcoming to chat on YM/MSN/MySpace/Facebook - you name it, I can imagine it's pretty hard to concentrate. And yes, I'm speaking from experience. So all the best with studying annehs!!

As for Abe, I haven't heard from him for a while since he last went back to KL. I think he's back in Melaka. But nowhere to be heard, seen or found. I got a missed call from him, but couldn't return his calls due to "you have insufficient credit to make this call" voice mail from Digi. As for Vanessa, I think that amoi is somewhere buried on the 16th floor of Ixora under those piles of books and clothes.

I've been procrastinating since last night. As much I would like to stand my ground that procrastination is the art of keeping up from yesterday, I should really sign off and start memorise the Statutes and Acts and cases and Law terms. What a way to start a Tuesday morning. I guess I shall have one bottle of Cactus Mineral Water (that belongs to Shue) and Butterscotch Bread (which also belongs to Shue) Lol.

Goodbye, yours truly.

Spotcheck lah bagai. Mama ohh mama! :p

2009-01-04T00:49:00.002+08:00

Today, Mama spotchecked me. Can you imagine? Thaaaaank god I WAS apparently at home when she called. So, the conversation started:

Mama: Anna dah makan?
Me: Baru nak makan. Ain and Nana belikan ayam penyet tadi.
Mama: Ohh.. Exam bila *noises from background*
Me: 7 haribulan.. And then habis on the 10th.
Mama: Ohh.. Eh ni Anna. Cuba keluar jap!
Me: Huh? Keluar? Gi mana?
Mama: Mama ada kat bawah ni. Mama dah nampak Anna.
Me: HUHHH!?? Mama kat mana ma? Kenapa Anna tak nampak mama? mama bawak kereta apa?
Mama: Haaaa... Mama dah nampak dah Anna!
Me: Manaaaaa?
Mama: Anna kat rumah kan?
Me: A'aah!

-end-

Sheesh. What a CLOSE ONE. Thank god she dind't spotcheck me on New Year's Eve.
I am pretty sure I'd be a chicken kosher by now if she knew what I was doing on New Year's Eve.
I wonder what got you to spotcheck me. I've always been a good girl, no doubt about that, kan Ma?

But again, this was the first time she visited me by surprise.
I hope she doesn't do it again.
I really hope she doesn't.
Cause in the end, she'll have to drive all the way back to KL, to Subang..
I don't want you to get tired ma..
Driving allll those hours and traffic and petrol comsumption..
Pity your delicate knees..
Your backbone for having to sit all the long hours..
REALLY..

Mama left around 11. Oh did I mention? She came with two cars. Yes, two. My uncle, two of my aunts, my cousins and her. A mini family reunion of the Abdul Azizs'.
... right on the grounds of Ixora, behind the Law Library of MMU, with lots of my friends passing by...
Now that's a first time, Ma.

Thai Body Massage.

2009-01-03T04:15:00.002+08:00

It was 3 AM and the residents of A-09-03 were wide awake.
Now it's 4.18 AM and they're all cuddled up in their beds while I sit in the hall suffering insomnia.

Nana and Wani came home today! :D Yeay! The house os no longer quiet and dull like a cemetery. Thank god for that!
The moment Nana cam home everyone went ecstatic. But Nana wasn't as ecstatic as we were. She had a long day traveling. :(

M went to Law Library to study. She said she won't be studying if she keeps on walking back and fourth in this house. She doesn't cook as much as she used to nowadays. Hmm..

The house was still quiet.
Only the patter of keyboard the the dusty old fan in the hall.

2 hours after Nana came home, havoc broke out. :D
Nana was sitting in my room, having M's laptop to her while I wanted to change into my PJ's.
There was a "feminine moment" between me and Nana.

I had my back towards Nana when this occured.

Nana: Fanna, are your hands at your crotch?
Fanna: *turns her head around, all blushed* Err... Yeah.
Nana: Are you scratching your crotch? Is it itchy?
Fanna: *moves hand away slowly from crotch* Well umm it's kinda itchy.
Nana: Okaaay Fanna maybe you should &^%$# your %$#@!
Fanna: Noooo Na!!! Blame the $#@!^~

-end-

This will be the end of the posted conversation between me and Nana. Phew.

So while Nana changed to get some burger at the burger stand, M and I talked about our respected courses. I asked M why she took Law and she said it was her dad's choice. She wanted to take Journalism but unfortunately, in Malaysia you can't go far unless you're involved with renowned broadcasting companies.
-which is sadly true...

So much for individualism appreciated in Malaysia!
Oh wait. Scratch that. You're right. It isn't!

In Malaysia, I've noticed that conformity is appreciated while individuality is condemned.
Ode to Third World Mentality! Yee~ha!

So, Nana came home with 2 burgers in hand. After downing one burger, she had another hot dog. She must've been really hungry.

I was lying on the carpet with my new pillow! :D
(when M suggested it was Spa Time!) and so, there goes study time. Lol.
We had some sensual music which Nana and M suggested.
My lappie the vegetated laptop couldn't be used so we had to download the songs just to make sure the songs suited Spa Time! Lol. Ain switched off the lights and left the balcony-oh-so-romantic light on.

M and Nana worked their magic hands on me. :D
A Thai Massage in Melaka, by 2 amateur Thai masseuses (howeveryousplellit) wannabes. Lol.
It was fun!
Now I smell like Nana's mom apparently.
Thanks to the Losyen Halia Bara & Gamat.

*I shall upload the picture of the losyen. DO remind me folks!

Emily Dickenson

2009-01-03T00:53:00.003+08:00

I find Emily Dickenson's poems and short stories disturbing. I don't know what got me google-ing her up! What more reading her poems.
But I must say, "Death in The Opposite House" (yes, it was our form 5 literature short poem) is something I've always wanted to feel.It's cold and sombre, and ... lonely.

Alas, after a year leaving behind my alma mater I realise I haven't been doing much reading. My English is getting rustier my the minute and I haven't been reading any sort of newspaper for almost 7 months! Not even online newspapers! THIS HAS GOT TO CHANGE.

I started to realise my vocabulary strength wasn't getting any better or stronger. Instead it became weaker. I realised when I started having constant conversations with my Aussie and Japanese friends on YM.
Even a casual conversation during tea time with Yael the Boom Boom the other day in Mori got me struggling finding words and tenses and vocabs and phrases.
:(

I can't live by having a screwed up English. No.
Not when your dad speaks fluent English and expects his eldest daughter to perform a better way of communicating and conversing.
"Without English, how are you going to communicate to the world?" - Papa on English language. Lol.

Oh and not when I have 7 other bombastic English speakers in my aparment...
Not to mention they have the accent as well. What am I to do?
Stare pointlessly as I hurry by my lappie the vegetated laptop and clicking Thesaurus.com finding the meaning of words? *sigh
No can do!

I made a vow to make sure my children learn English the moment their first tooth pops from their gum. Well, literally... And damn right I start committing myself to that vow!
I can't live with another B for my midterm English. Nor an A- for my last sem final.
Reader's Digest!! Where are you!!? For I have yearned you all these months! :(

I pity myself for being a slave to the Internet. All I do is click "submit", "sign in", "yes", "deny" "push it" all day long.

And I'm still doing it nowwww. Click "publish post"! Argh.

"If I say I love you, can I keep you forever?" =)

2009-01-03T00:39:00.003+08:00

This was my favourite line from one of my favourite movies; Casper.
I was barely a teen when I watched this movie. I remembered falling madly in love with Casper. (The human version, NOT the hollow-blad-Casper)

List of movies to watch over and over again:

Ghost
Homeward Bound
Titanic
Casablanca
50 First Dates
Imagine Me and You
Stepmom

And I can't think of anything more. My brain is jammed with so many things.

I'm gonna be grumpy after this. I shall say good night everyone.

Pigtures.

2009-01-03T00:25:00.000+08:00

Pigtures for the blogs will be posted seperately. Since my laptop is still in a state of come (vegatative state is more like it) I can't access pictures in my brain-dead lappie. Snort.
So til then.. Just wait for the pigtures. :D

Today Kelam Kabut.

2009-01-02T23:50:00.001+08:00

Haha. Sumpaaaah sangap hari ni. Hmm. I woke up at 2 today. Yeaaay. Getting earlier and earlier. :D Bangun2, I saw my lappie jammed with msn and ym conversations. Poor lappie. I told you papa... I neeeed a new lappie but you just won't listen! So what are you gonna tell the big boss in Carigali Hess when they ask you why there are soooo many viruses in the lappie..
Serious pa, Anna tak tengok porn. NOPE!!! The lappie detected 38 threats! Trojan, Horse, Worm semua ada. :D
I don't know how to reformat. I don't want to reformat it. I'll lose all my precious pictures in the lappie. Oh speaking of lappies, I'm not even using my own lappie as I speak, eat, fart and type. I'm using Shand's lappie. Hehehe. (THANKS ANNEH!) You're not using your lappie right? Besides, I know all your secret folders already. Oh by the way, there's this folder that says Maria Ozawa the Best...? What's that folder for anneh???

Anyways. My finals are starting on the 7th. I'm not sure what time, what day, or what subject it is. But I know today is already the 2nd. I wonder if I start studying tomorrow, will I be able to finish ALLLLLL Maiza's and Pak Bul's law cases.. I'll be optimistic on this one.. Usually I'm a realistic... BWAHAHA.

As I vigrously type and press Shand's delicate keyboard, I can see my PIL, PGL, and duplicated MPW study guide lying in order on the floor on my left.
The urge to study hasn't grabbed me by the boobs yet.
So I'll let the books rest in peace first.

Almost 6, after breakfast/lunch/dinner at Mori (I had one meal today. All combined together with my precious Chololate Bubble Tea) me and Shue went up to Ixora; "nak hirup udara segar lah bagai!" mm mmm!

While eating at Mori, Yael the Boom Boom and Firuz came by. Yael started her mischievous acts of bullying me. That's her daily hobby it seems. She said it herself on ym... :(
They hurried themselves to RnR and ate til 8? Lol.
I went to NZ with Shue to buy a lighter for the guards. (An Indonesian guy named Ibnu apparently walked away with our lighter. Wait.. The guard's lighter. *Sigh) So, Shue had to buy a new one. She was rambling and fussing about it the entire time we were waling to NZ.
(*take note: From Ixora bench to NZ took us about 3.5 minutes.) 3.5 minutes were spent on bitching about the Indonesian guy named Ibnu who stole the lighter which Shue borrowed from the guards of Ixora. Another 3.5 minutes BACK to Ixora bench was spent by bitching how lucky the guards of Ixora getting a full-gassed Cricket lighter. The lighter was in Green. My favourite colour. :(

Back at the bench, Zamir, Bwas MyVi SS, JP, Faris, Ameen and Roy were seated. Ameen's going back to KL today with his new ViVa (ooohh I like!) and Roy is crashing his place.
Ameen just arrived on Tuesday and now he's going baaaack! :(

Ixora is getting really quiet.
Silent.
The crickets are having a concert.
Nothing to do.
Nothing to hear.
Except the sounds of nerds turning the pages of their textbook as they study.
Sheesh.

Maybe I SHOULD get started. General Principles of Law 2, here I cooommmmmmmme!

I miss my younger years...

2009-01-02T23:50:00.000+08:00

I just finished reading Qissu's blog. It wasn't much like high school blogs anymore.
It was more of life surounded by books of engineering and the plans made for the semester break at MMU.

Somehow I found myslef browsing through old posts: back in 2006, 2007...
Posts by Qissu when we re 16 and 17 years old. Now we are 19. Gosh. How much time has travelled. I feel bad. Really bad for not being able to make up the missed moments with my classmates and schoolmates. I miss them dearly: I now realise that.

If I could just have one final moment, just one. I wish to turn back time to the last day of SPM. It's still crystal clear in my mind. Mirza was going round in our D'Aneka canteen, passing his marker pens and prefect shirt for us to sign. Syu was busy taking pictures. Me and Syasha. We were just standing and talking. That was the best thing ever.

*Just a word of advice to fresh school leavers out there: Don't you dare lose contacts with your schoolmates. You'll never know what's gonna happen to them. They won't even know what's gonna happen to you. Just keep in touch. Yeah, easier said than done when one of you gets flown away all the way to Australia or New Zealand. But try to make an effort to meet up as often as you can. It won't hurt to make an effort...

I made my mistake for ... ditching my schoolmates. Perhaps, that's the most suitable word I could think of. I made that mistake 2 years ago. When I was 16. I made that mistake of leaving my schoolmates behind on 13th Dec 2007. It was Prom night. That was the last time I saw each and every of my '07 batch. I miss all of you.

Hell yeah, sure. We bumped a couple of times at Syed, 7 Eleven, or maybe even Subang Parade. But I miss seeing all of us in school uniforms...

I miss the Monday mornings I had to stand in front of the students for coming late, for having my long fringe, for not having my school badge sewn on, for wearing my bright green socks to school instead of white...

I miss the weekly meetings. Setia Club, Gemala Magazine, Kadet Remaja Sekolah. I was considerably active. I had major breakouts back in school for the peer pressure of datelines and meetings and trying to get everything synchronized. Truly active in those 5 years of high school.
But now, 2 semesters: 6 months in MMU, I don't even belong to any clubs or societies here. The feeling is differnt compared ot school. It's not as welcoming as it used to be in school. Sometimes it feels as if you're facing the music all by yourself...

And damn right, I'm no ready for the music alone.

Do you remember what it felt like when the bell rang at 10 AM? Yeah.. Rehaaaatttt! Lol. Prefect would leave the class 5 minutes earlier for thier duties. Some teachers might scold them for leaving early.

Then again, the bell rang at 1.01 PM. It was time to go home. Remember how crowded the "kaki lima" was and how freakishly hot it was in the afternoon to walk back home? (for some of us had busses, cars and bicycles waiting) Some even had their cars by then. Lol.

By 3 PM some of us might even see each other again at tuition classes. Lol. Same thing repeats the next day. It was routine. It was a habit. We got used to the rules. We got used to the habit. But we never got enough of each other-dear schoolmates..

2009-01-02T23:32:00.000+08:00

I don't know if it's just me or allll the lappies in my house aren't functioning. It's getting annoying.

Cherish these moments baby! :D

2009-01-01T23:15:00.000+08:00

Oh by the way, here's a list of things that happened while we were waiting for 2009 to arrive. Or perhaps, AFTER 2009 arrived. :D

1) The parking bay was BEYOND full at Curve. So we had to park our cars separately. We came with 3 cars. We ended up going back with 1 ...

2) Boy, Diba, Hanna, Ridzy, Shue, Roy, Mysara, Mimi, Merol, Zul, Afiq, Naseer, Faris, Fida = 14 humans.
We cramped at one small round table in the bowling alley and ate Mysara's BIG ASS Nano sweets. Very nice of her to show her love after she left for MAS training. :D Zul had an attempt to sit in the babychair but apparently his emm, assets were too big *blush*
So he decided to stand.
We missed the countdown and ended up watching fireworks INSIDE cinleleisure, by the non-functioning escalator, behind the glass windows, steps away from the Bowling alley, with a baby boy of few years old in his mothers arms who constanly turned his head and stared at me each time I shouted for the fireworks.
*Boy, Diba, Mysara, Mimi, Merol, Zul, Afiq, Naseer, Faris and Fida were no where to bo found during or after the fireworks.

3) By 11.45 PM, our cell phone batteries were dying. By 12.01 AM, BOTH my numbers were dead. The next morning, my bloody phones were flooded with Maxis and Digi messages. And new year wishes by my dears. :D "You have 14 missed calls... From 31/12/08 - 01/01/09, no delivery reports will be notified... Message sending failed. No network support... 2009 has arrived at your doorstep..." hahahahahaha.

By 12.45 AM, the connection for beloved Maxis and Digi and Celcom and U-Mobile were still out of service. I had the intention of suing the bloody networks for making life hard on the FIRST morning of new year. But Ridzy said it was better to sue all the people in Malaysia for jamming the network. After all, they're just sending their new year loooooove and wishes and resolutions to every number possible on their bloody contact list! Right? :D

4) After the fireworks, we went to our respected cars. Not only the journey to the car took nearly 20 minutes, my beloved Guess handbag SNAPPED while Ridzy was carrying it.
ALL OF A SUDDEN! While we were looking for protection from the evil bubble and foam fight, I saw helplessly as my handbag strap went dangling ...

5) With empty stomach since 5 PM, we hurried to AC in Subang and waited for the humans to arrive. (*take note: Afiq, Merol, Zul, Faris, Fida, Boy, Diba, Roy, and Naseer were still no where to be found)
I gobbled down my Nasi Lemak Ayam with Telur Mata and Milo Ais at 4 AM. I was in deep hungerrrr. Then, we got news Boy had an accident. He fell asleep while he was driving... What are the odds, ey? He ended up paying RM 50 to the old punk who had the guts to try and SELL some gig tickets to Boy. Pfft!

6) Poor Diba was hungry and settled for a Hot Cup in the car after having to carry 6 bottles of water to Boy for his radiator. She had another Hot Cup last night... (She's having lots of Hot Cups lately...) Thank god Boy and Diba were ok. No serious injury occured.
Back to food. Shue, Pert, Diba, Boy, Mysara, Mimi ALL had INDO MEE WITH TELUR MATA.
I had NASI LEMAK AYAM WITH TELUR MATA while Ridzy had CHOPPED HONEYDEWS? hahahahaha.

7) By 5 AM no one was excited to go back to Melaka. We decided to spend the night in KL and call the night COMPLETELY off. 2 cars went to 3K and 3 cars to Sun Inn with high hopes of sleeping on a bed, having nice pillows and having air-con accompanying us. But the receptionist bursted our hopes by saying "full house la dik" ...

Suddenly....
Boy's car fumed gas. His radiator was busted and it was impossible to go back to Melaka or anywhere too far. We ended up taking his car back to his house in KGSAAS, Shah Alam.

His house was awesome. It was full with his mother's potraits and ... cats. :D

Not that I don't love cats, but I didn't know my sinus was going to attack me the moment i land on his couch. All I ever wanted on the FIRST MORNING of new year was SLEEP. Nothing more than to sleep. But I ended up with one busted eye, a big red nose and Jay-Z lips. (according to Shue) :D I swear I looked like a drenched racoon. :(

I thought I was the only one with sinus.
I couldn't handle the sneezings so I left the house.
10 minutes after leaving, I saw Diba coming out withTWO busted eyes. HAHA. I saw her.
She looked at me. I looked at her. And we laughed.
We were sneezing badly. Well, more of like "srrrotttiingg". It was pretty disgusting, really.

So there you have it. The 7 wonders of new year. They say "brand new year, brand new experiences."
Ohhh boy. We sure had first-hand experiences alright!
On the way back to Melaka, (a ride from Roy. THANK YOU ROY! :D) everyone slept. When I woke up, it was already 5 PM. When Shue woke up it was already 7 PM. But when Diba woke up, it was already 10 PM. TERBAAIK. hahaha.
I'm not sure if Roy ever woke up though ... Perhaps tomorrow. Hmm.

New Year, perhaps.

2009-01-01T22:01:00.000+08:00

2 days after new year. Blink of an eye. 2 freaking days already.
Before it gets a week old, lemme just wish you all out there a very gayful new year. Hope your celebration was so ever better than mine, with loads of booze and boobies.
(or the other way round) *smiles*

We (Diba, Shue, Me, Boy) drove down to KL from Melaka mainly to accompany Diba and Boy splashing away at Lagoon. The wake-up call Boy made at 10 wasn't very successful. Neither did the fake scoldings worked.
(note to wake-up callers: half-dead/asleep people (like us) will never be able to differentiate if it's 3 am or 3 pm.)
Sooo, in the end the girls managed to keep their eyes shut til half past 12. But it still wasn't enough ... We wanted more; badly.

Reached KL close to 3. Lagoon closed at 6. Due to the new year celebration. Splashing away at Lagoom was canceled and was replaced by lunch at Laksa Shack, Wendy's and KFC.
Ameen, Faris + Fida were together with us. :D

Ohh. Congrats to Faris + Fida = Newly Weds. :D 1.1.09.

Ridz the boyfriend was kind enough to join me and my friends. We all ended up having our own pairs. :D
Since Pyramid did a marvellous job on expanding their horizon, I had the chance to stroll through Morroccan lane and seeing the never-ending donut lovers at J.Co. I wonder how much does J.Co overcharge their customers per second. really.
Not that the old Pyramid was too small, but it was just ... predictable.
Now, we can see more and more rempits, rempits aaaand rempits. :D
*We should start thinking of an English term for "Rempits". It sounds too decent.
Anyone with ideas, drop me one. The best term shall win a SHOEI helmet. *Sponsored by Shue-y. :D

2009-01-01T21:40:00.000+08:00

So I decided to try blogging. Though I never thought this day would come. Haha. It's 5.33 am. I'm in melaka, in my beloved apartment, Ixora with the ever-growing tight security. I was watching "Ghost" with M (my housemate) and Shue. She got sleepy after 15 minutes ... Couldn't blame her. She only got 12 hours of sleep. Oh scratch that. 14 hours of sleep actually. *pity her.
Currently, I'm hooked up on my collection of "Ultimate Love Songs" and Shue is lying down senselessly looking furious at her phone. HAHA. The rest of A-09-03 residents are asleep ... For the very least.

I just hope neither of them comes out from the room bringing a broom or their beloved Law books throwing at me; for the resenting volume of the blasting speakers.
Come on; It's only 5.40 am. :D